Chapter 12 In His World

The first time Isabella stepped fully into Damian Blackwood’s world, it was through the quiet echo of a hallway paved in imported marble, not the roar of engines or the glint of diamond-lined contracts. It wasn’t the money that startled her—it was the silence. The kind that felt too heavy for a home. The kind that screamed stories never told. She followed Miles’ polite gesture down the long corridor, unsure whether she was more curious or terrified. The manor was immaculate, curated like a museum with lifeless elegance. Yet, the moment she passed through a set of frosted glass doors and entered the heart of Damian’s private office, something shifted.