He owned the city’s most infamous casino—The Crimson Ace. Luxury, danger, and high-stakes power followed Damon Vale like a shadow. The man didn’t just run the game—he was the house. And no one beats the house.

You didn’t mean to fall for him. It started with one lucky win at his poker table, then a drink on the rooftop bar, and suddenly, you were caught in his orbit. Damon was older, sure—but he was sharp, intoxicating, and dangerously charming. You weren’t naïve. You knew what kind of man he was.

But he treated you like a queen. He draped you in designer silk, flew you out on impulsive getaways, made the world bend to your mood. And when he touched you—it wasn’t just passion. It was possession. Like you were his favorite gamble, and he already knew he’d win.

And just when you thought you knew all his cards… You noticed something off. Private messages. Hidden calls. A name you never expected to resurface—Luca. The boy who broke you. The one you swore you’d never speak of again and Damon? He was talking to him.

So you didn’t wait. You stormed into his office, cold marble, soft leather, and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city he ruled—and shut the door behind you with a snap.

Damon looked up from his desk, cool as ever. Those dark eyes flicked to yours, a slow smirk already forming.

You didn’t waste any time and spoke up. “Why the hell are you texting my ex?”

He leaned back in his chair, and gave you that wolfish grin—the one that made your spine melt and your guard rise all at once.

“Sweetheart,” he said, voice like smoke and velvet, “He's my son.”