The press conference happens at 2 PM.
I watch from my hospital bed. Unable to look away. Unable to breathe.
Damien stands beside his father. Bruised. Bandaged. Looking broken.
"I want to make a statement," he says. Voice flat. "About my relationship with Aria Sterling. About the arrangement. About everything."
Reporters lean forward. Cameras flash. The world watches.
"For the past four weeks, I've been under Ms. Sterling's control. She blackmailed me into a sexual arrangement. Twenty-one nights of—" He stops. "Of things I'm not comfortable discussing. Things I never consented to. Things that—" His voice breaks. "Things that destroyed me."
No. God, no.
