*Elena’s POV*

The morning air was crisp as Elena walked down the east wing hallway toward the library. Nolan had knocked on her door just moments ago, his voice calm and formal.

“Mr Blackwood’s legal representative is ready to walk you through the terms.”

She nodded, tucked her notebook under her arm, and followed without a word.

The library doors were already open.

Inside, soft golden light spilled across the floor. Towering shelves loomed overhead, filled with more books than she could ever read in a lifetime but it wasn’t the books that made her pause.

It was Damian.

He stood near the window in a charcoal vest and slate...