Chapter 12 - The Truth Between Them
Hannah looked up, her heart racing as she stared into Damian’s dark, intense eyes. The coldness that usually defined his expression was completely gone, replaced by a deep, profound warmth.
"You knew I was in danger," Damian said, his thumb gently brushing a speck of dust from her cheek. "You didn't know I could walk. You didn't know I had a gun. You thought I was a helpless man in a chair."
Hannah swallowed hard, her voice trembling slightly. "Yes, sir."
"And yet," Damian continued, his voice dropping into a tender rumble, "you grabbed a brass lamp and hit a six-foot capo in the face to protect me."
"I couldn't let him hurt you," Hannah whispered, tears shining in her eyes. "You've been kind to me, Mr. Russo. You paid for my brother’s heart surgery last month. You thought I didn't know, but I found the hospital receipts in your study."
Damian paused, a faint, handsome smile touching his lips. "You were always too observant for a housemaid, Hannah."
"I owed you my family's life," she said softly. "I would have stood in front of a bullet for you."
Damian took her trembling hands into his own large, strong hands, squeezing them gently. "You don't owe me anything anymore, Hannah. In fact, I am the one who owes you everything."
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He looked around the ruined bedroom, then back at her. "Pack your things from the maid quarters. You are moving to the master suite in the east wing tonight."
👉 Read PART 13 to see how Hannah's life transformed as she stepped into her new role!
