Raymond's eyes flicked toward her.
"He's the only person I've ever really feared," Valentina confessed. "He always had this… power. Not just money, but influence. Darkness too. There's something off about him."
Her fingers tightened into a small fist. "I heard stories, Raymond. About what he's done to others. Molestation. Abuse. Threats. He's not just some rich man's son—he's dangerous. Unstable."
She shook her head, quickly blinking back whatever emotion tried to rise. "I was lucky he didn't get that far with me. I kept running before he could even get close enough to trap me… but if he wanted to? I don't think he would've stopped."
Raymond didn't say anything at first, but his mind was racing. Daniel Bushman… or as he now remembered from his file—Damien Bushman. It finally clicked.
So he was the one.
Raymond exhaled quietly, keeping his expression steady so as not to alarm Valentina.
"Damien…" he muttered under his breath.
Valentina tilted her head. "What did you say?"
