Damian's POV
"No, no, no, no!" I muttered, pacing back and forth in my room, my eyes glued to the article on my phone. The headline screamed louder than my panicked thoughts. There it was— a picture of me and Claire with warm, radiating smile as we were looking at each other.
But what they didn't know was that we were taking about cute costumes for Little Eliam.
Damn it! How did this even happen? Claire was like a younger sister to me. A younger sister! She was the wife of my best buddy, Evander— Mr. Tyrant himself—and here I was, caught in a scandal that made it look like I was plotting to steal her away.
I ran my hands through my hair, practically pulling it out. How was I supposed to explain this to Evander? That bull-headed man would snap my neck before I could even get a word out of my mouth.
