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I nearly bled out shielding a stranger’s six-year-old son from flying glass—then the boy screamed “Papa,” and the most feared man in the room knelt beside me and gave an order that changed my life forever. / Chapter 8 / 20

Chapter 8 - The Gala at the Drake

Two months later.

The Grand Ballroom of the Drake Hotel glittered under massive crystal chandeliers, its gilded moldings and towering mirrors reflecting five hundred of the most influential people in Illinois.

Society columnists whispered behind champagne flutes. The sudden, total collapse of the Moretti empire had sent shockwaves through the city’s elite, but tonight was not about the underworld. Tonight was the annual Children’s Memorial Hospital Charity Gala.

At the entrance to the ballroom, the double doors parted.

A collective murmur swept through the crowd, like wind stirring through dry leaves.

Damian Vescari walked into the room.

He looked immaculate in a tailored midnight-blue tuxedo, his posture commanding, the faint scar across his eyebrow lending an aura of dangerous nobility to his chiseled face.

Beside him, holding his arm, was me.

I wore an emerald-green silk gown with an open back that subtly revealed the pale, jagged silver line running down my shoulder—a scar I had refused to cover with makeup. Diamond earrings caught the light, and my hair was swept up in an elegant chignon.

Between us walked Luca, dressed in a miniature matching tuxedo, beaming with pride, holding my other hand tightly.

"Keep your chin up," Damian murmured quietly, leaning down slightly so only I could hear his deep voice. "They are looking at you because you are the most stunning woman in this room."

"They are looking at me because two months ago I was carrying their dirty plates," I whispered back, a faint smile touching my lips.

"Then let them remember that the woman who served them is now the woman who holds the leash of the most dangerous man in Chicago," Damian replied without missing a beat.

A knot of high-society figures parted as we approached.

Senator Thomas Higgins, a silver-haired politician who had been present at Bellamy House the night of the attack, hurried forward with an outstretched hand and an obsequious smile.

"Mr. Vescari! What an honor. And... Miss Carter, isn't it?" The senator bowed his head with exaggerated respect. "We all heard about your heroism. Truly remarkable. A modern miracle."

"It wasn't a miracle, Senator," I said, meeting his gaze with cool, steady poise. "It was a choice."

Damian’s hand settled possessively on the small of my back, his thumb rubbing a slow, proud circle against the silk. "Emma is the new Director of the Vescari Charitable Foundation. She will be overseeing the allocation of fifteen million dollars in pediatric medical grants this coming year."

The senator’s eyes widened, coughing nervously into his drink. "Fifteen million... marvelous, marvelous! Miss Carter, we must set up a lunch next week—"

"Send the proposal to her office, Higgins," Damian cut in coldly. "Tonight, she is with me."

As the senator scrambled away, Luca pulled on my hand.

"Emma! Look! They have the chocolate fountain with the strawberries!"

"Go on," I laughed, nodding toward Marco, who was hovering ten feet away in a sharp suit, looking remarkably like a bored gargoyle. "Marco will take you to get three strawberries. No more."

"Yes!" Luca darted toward Marco, practically dragging the massive bodyguard toward the dessert table.

Damian turned to me, handing me a glass of sparkling water with a twist of lemon.

"You handled Higgins well," he remarked, his dark eyes gleaming with quiet pride.

"Bullies are all the same, Damian," I said, taking a sip. "Whether they wear cheap windbreakers on the South Side or thousand-dollar tuxedos at the Drake."

"True," Damian smiled. He reached out, his knuckles lightly brushing against the scar on my exposed shoulder. "Does it still ache?"

"Only when it rains," I replied honestly. "A reminder that I'm alive."

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