Isabella POV
I woke up in Damien's arms with sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows and the unfamiliar comfort of being exactly where I belonged. His chest rose and fell beneath my cheek, steady and warm, while his fingers traced lazy patterns on my bare shoulder.
For the first time in seven years, I felt complete.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said, his voice rough with sleep and satisfaction.
"Is it good?" I asked, stretching against him like a cat. "I seem to remember having a board meeting this morning where they plan to fire me."
"They can try," he said, rolling me beneath him with a wicked smile. "But they're about to get the surprise of their lives."
His mouth found mine, soft and claiming, tasting like promises and new beginnings. I could have stayed in this bed forever, wrapped in silk sheets and Damien's arms, forgetting the world existed.
But the real world was waiting, and we had a war to win.
