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> He saw her once—and that was enough.

Elena Rivers was just a waitress at a high-end gala she didn’t belong to, filling in for someone else's shift. She didn’t know her spilled glass of champagne would be the moment Damien Vale—billionaire, recluse, and dangerously obsessive—noticed her.

He never spoke to her. Not then. But he watched.

And when he wanted her closer, he made it happen.

Now, Elena is working directly under him, unaware that the life she thinks she controls is already entangled in the hands of a man who doesn't just want her—he needs her.

He’s patient. He’s powerful. And he’s been planning this from the moment she walked into his view.

OBSESSION IN SILENCE

Damien Vale & Elena Rivers

The press gathered below like vultures sensing blood.

Damien adjusted his cufflinks, each movement precise, deliberate. His reflection in the dark glass pane of his office was unreadable—calm, composed. But beneath it, a storm brewed. A man undone by a single truth:

Not through rumor. Through cold, pixelated footage that played on repeat in his private surveillance feed. Elena's lips against Christopher's. Her hands. Her softness. That smile she used to save only for him.

He had let her run. Let her breathe. Even let her forget.

Her appointments. The tests. Her guarded steps. All revealed more than she ever would aloud.

And now, she'd try to keep his blood from him? Wrap it up in warmth and hand it to Christopher?

If she wouldn't come back willingly, he'd reclaim her by force of truth.

The text from her editor said it was a normal business event. Nothing urgent. Nothing personal. Christopher was with her, checking his messages, oblivious.

Until the screen above the lobby flickered.

LIVE PRESS STATEMENT — VALE CORP CEO DAMIEN VALE

She turned, frozen, as Damien stepped behind the podium in front of a sea of flashing cameras.

"I'm here to confirm the speculation. The woman in question is Elena Rivers. And she is carrying my child."

Her breath caught. Her chest constricted.

Christopher reached for her, but the sound blurred. The lights became too bright. People turned to stare—at her. Some with curiosity. Some with disgust. Some with smug recognition.

He watched from the shadows as she burst through the doors, the cameras chasing her like wolves.

He had given the world her name. Now he would watch who dared try to claim her.

The Unraveling