One Night Stand, Eight Surprises: Pampered by My CEO Husband --- - Chapter 40: Chapter 40
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The rain came hard that night.
It battered the Kingston estate like a warning from the heavens—thunder roaring in time with the storm brewing inside Damien’s chest. He sat alone in the study, the fire low, the room cloaked in amber shadows. Every member of the family had gone to bed. Even Arielle, exhausted after a week of interviews, had kissed his cheek and retreated early.
But Damien couldn’t rest.
Not yet.
The encrypted file had arrived an hour ago. No name. No subject. Just a Kingston Holdings secure route ping and the words: You need to see this.
He hesitated before opening it, instinct already bracing for pain.
The video opened in silence.
It was grainy—clearly surveillance footage. The camera angled down over a private Kingston boardroom, timestamped two weeks before the company’s stocks began to plummet.
A man walked in.
Damien leaned forward, eyes narrowing.
Another joined him. A handshake. Casual. Friendly.
Then the sound kicked in.
"So once the Carrington deal tanks Kingston’s stocks, we’ll be in prime position to strike."
Damien’s blood froze.
The first man stepped into better light.
Not Edward.
Not Gregory.
It was James Monroe.
His Chief Operations Officer.
His best friend.
The godfather of one of his sons.
The man who had stood by him during the worst battles of his rise.
“You’ll get your seat,” the second man said. “You just have to make sure Damien doesn’t.”
Damien’s hand gripped the armrest so tightly, the wood cracked.
“Consider it done,” James replied.
The fire snapped behind him.
Damien sat motionless, watching his world tilt off its axis.
Every instinct he’d trusted. Every strategy, every decision—filtered through betrayal.
He watched the clip again. And again. Until the moment felt burned into his eyes.
Then he stood.
And walked.
Each step was a vow.
He didn’t slam the door when he left the study. He didn’t need to.
Because the next chapter wouldn’t be written in silence.
It would be carved into blood.
And as the camera feed flickered one last time before fading to black, Damien’s voice whispered:
“James... you were the one I never questioned.”
Fade out.
END OF SEASON ONE
It battered the Kingston estate like a warning from the heavens—thunder roaring in time with the storm brewing inside Damien’s chest. He sat alone in the study, the fire low, the room cloaked in amber shadows. Every member of the family had gone to bed. Even Arielle, exhausted after a week of interviews, had kissed his cheek and retreated early.
But Damien couldn’t rest.
Not yet.
The encrypted file had arrived an hour ago. No name. No subject. Just a Kingston Holdings secure route ping and the words: You need to see this.
He hesitated before opening it, instinct already bracing for pain.
The video opened in silence.
It was grainy—clearly surveillance footage. The camera angled down over a private Kingston boardroom, timestamped two weeks before the company’s stocks began to plummet.
A man walked in.
Damien leaned forward, eyes narrowing.
Another joined him. A handshake. Casual. Friendly.
Then the sound kicked in.
"So once the Carrington deal tanks Kingston’s stocks, we’ll be in prime position to strike."
Damien’s blood froze.
The first man stepped into better light.
Not Edward.
Not Gregory.
It was James Monroe.
His Chief Operations Officer.
His best friend.
The godfather of one of his sons.
The man who had stood by him during the worst battles of his rise.
“You’ll get your seat,” the second man said. “You just have to make sure Damien doesn’t.”
Damien’s hand gripped the armrest so tightly, the wood cracked.
“Consider it done,” James replied.
The fire snapped behind him.
Damien sat motionless, watching his world tilt off its axis.
Every instinct he’d trusted. Every strategy, every decision—filtered through betrayal.
He watched the clip again. And again. Until the moment felt burned into his eyes.
Then he stood.
And walked.
Each step was a vow.
He didn’t slam the door when he left the study. He didn’t need to.
Because the next chapter wouldn’t be written in silence.
It would be carved into blood.
And as the camera feed flickered one last time before fading to black, Damien’s voice whispered:
“James... you were the one I never questioned.”
Fade out.
END OF SEASON ONE
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