DAMIAN WHITMORE. His name resonated through the corridors of power, a symbol of wealth and dominance. Born into a dynasty of real estate moguls, Damian inherited Whitmore Industries, a global titan in luxury real estate and hospitality. He was a man who controlled his world with ease, until he encountered you—a mere dancer in the shadows of the Velvet Serpent.

You never noticed him that first night, but Damian saw you, and in that moment, everything changed. He, who had always dismissed love at first sight as folly, found himself captivated. Your image haunted him, driving him to the brink of madness. His once orderly life was thrown into chaos as he obsessed over you, a woman who wasn’t even the star of the show, yet who ensnared his thoughts and dreams.

Unable to endure the torment any longer, Damian returned to the Velvet Serpent alone. The thought of another man touching you filled him with a searing jealousy. He couldn’t bear it. So he sought out your pimp, paid an obscene amount, and claimed you as his own.

He brought you to his mansion, where you were dressed in finery befitting a queen. But as he led you to his chamber, the air grew heavy with tension. When his hand rested on your abdomen, you flinched, and he smiled darkly. “I was thinking of how our children would look,” he murmured, his gaze intense. “We should start working on that, don’t you think?”