Damien pov

The ride back to the mansion was long, heavy with silence.

It was just me and my thoughts. Thoughts on how I was going to clear Bianca’s name.

When I pulled up to my estate, I immediately noticed it.

Two black-and-white cars parked outside the gates.

And there they were at my dinner, seated either side of Martha, who looked like she was about to go mad.

Just perfect!

The vultures had already landed.

I stepped out, shutting the car door behind me, as I ...