Damon

My life ended the night the Kael family burned my childhood home to the ground to silence my father’s testimony. I survived, but the girl I was died in the ashes. Now, fifteen years later, I am a ghost with a single purpose: dismantle the Kael empire from the inside. I’ve spent years crafting a fake identity to get close to Damon Kael, the prodigal son who has just returned to take over the family business. He is arrogant, dangerous, and infuriatingly magnetic. He thinks I’m just a ruthless consultant hired to clean up his PR messes. He doesn't know that every file I organize, every secret I keep, is actually evidence being compiled for his destruction. But as I dig deeper, I realize Damon isn't the loyal soldier his father thinks he is. He has his own vendetta against his bloodline, and suddenly, my clear-cut mission of revenge is muddied by the realization that the monster’s son might be the only other person who hates the monster as much as I do. They say you shouldn't play with fire, but I was born in it. The smoke is a permanent resident in my lungs, a constant reminder of why I wake up every morning. I don't want justice; justice is a concept for courtrooms and naive law students. I want ruin. I watched Damon Kael from a distance for three years before I made my move. I memorized his schedule, his vices, the way he taps his ring against his glass when he’s losing patience. He is the golden boy of a rotten lineage, polished to a shine to hide the rot underneath. Taking him down will shatter his father. It will leave the old man with nothing but his money and his grief. And I will be there to watch it happen. I just didn't account for one variable: that Damon Kael would look at me not like an employee, but like a puzzle he is desperate to solve.