Chapter 2 - THE FALL OF THE MARLOWE HEIRESS
“Excuse me?” Celeste Marlowe’s voice cracked, her pristine facade crumbling as the two men in dark suits stepped into her personal space. “Do you know who my father is? Damon, you can’t be serious. Over a clumsy servant?”
Damon didn’t look at her. His eyes remained fixed on Adriana, whose trembling hands were cradling her belly. “Walter Marlowe is a man who builds hotels,” Damon said, his voice a low, lethal hum that carried across the dead-silent dining room. “Tonight, he’s going to need one. Because you are no longer welcome in my city, Celeste. Take her out. If she speaks again, remove her teeth.”
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The guards grabbed the heiress by her elbows. Her protests turned into undignified shrieks as she was dragged through the gilded doors of St. Cordova. Damon turned his attention back to Adriana. He took off his custom tailored jacket and draped it over her trembling shoulders.
“My car is out back,” he said softly, offering his hand. “You’re not running anymore, Adriana. You’re coming home.”
