A ghost of the past

long driveway leading to the grand mansion. The evening air was cool, l

of the towering entrance. Damien Whitemore s

and exhaustion in equal measure. His bodyguard, Carter, walked ahead, ensurin

se it-the warmth of conversation, the soft clinking of gl

in the m

g, polished mahogany table were the Whitemore men and their partners. The golden glow o

turned to

the family patriarch, sat with an air of quie

for dinner," Richard said, his voice s

ed walking, his footsteps slow but u

ng, Grandpa. I had a busy

ft no room

more was not a man

oom thickened. No on

leared his throat, trying to break the s

rs, leaving nothing but u

emore Br

the rest of the Whitemore m

. They weren't just businessmen-they were lovers, h

e (Second eldest,

, Nicholas leaned towa

ted," he murmured, swirli

hard's sharp gaze flickered t

re (Third son, 30

here Damien was rigid and discipline

ita, the woman who had ca

f machine," Sebastian mused. "If he ever falls

was something in her eyes

e (Fourth son, 2

spoke ill of Damien. He understo

s, his wife, was

Agnes said, sipping her wine

ybe he just hasn't me

e. If Damien ever lets a wom

e (Youngest, 26

ad always been differen

the only one brave enough

r something... or someone,"

nged glances. Did

emore had room in his heart fo

ped into his room, sh

a chair, and exhaled slowly. He wa

The hot water cascading down his back should have been sooth

used

o choosing solitu

ttons undone, and sat at his desk. The glow of his laptop screen illum

as his

. Deals

Not comp

hing about tonig

rs had looked at him. The way they

it bothe

er his keyboard, but h

door interrupte

Purp

had visitors

as he stood, walki

ened it, his exp

unexpected-was someone who had n

shouldn't be

me to disrupt ever

ed to

hitemore's perfectly control