Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 294

**TITLE: Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah 294**
**CONTENT: Chapter 294**

My heart raced, a wild drumbeat echoing in my ears as I pressed myself against the wall, barely breathing. The slightest movement from them could reveal my presence, and the thought of being caught eavesdropping sent a chill of dread down my spine.

Fortunately, they seemed oblivious to my hidden spot, their footsteps fading as they turned away.

“Damien’s mistakes do not affect us anymore,” Dad’s voice carried through the air, steady yet tinged with concern. “Though I do have worries about the children.”

Jake’s response was laced with uncertainty. “Do you think we made a mistake with Amy?”

“No,” Dad replied firmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “I can’t regret that choice. My only hope is that Damien will keep those kids safe from all this…”

“You have more faith in him than I do…” Jake’s voice trailed off, a hint of skepticism lingering in the air as they rounded a corner, presumably heading toward the kitchen.

As soon as their voices faded into the distance, I darted forward, slipping into Jake’s office like a shadow. My heart raced as I scanned the room, and there it was—just as I had suspected—the invitation to Claire’s ceremony, sitting atop the trash can, torn in two. I carefully pressed the pieces together, my fingers trembling slightly as I read the words that confirmed Jake’s earlier claims.

With the invitation clutched tightly in my hand, I bolted from the office and hurried back upstairs to my room. Soon, I would have to face them again for another appointment with Stacy. The thought of confronting Damien loomed over me like a storm cloud, but I resolved to keep the invitation close, just in case the moment for confrontation arose.

**Damien’s POV**

I stormed into the council’s half of the office, the invitation crushed tightly in my fist, a testament to my mounting anger. Claire was lounging in one of the offices, likely claiming it as her own, and it irked me to no end. But today, my fury was directed elsewhere.

With a swift motion, I tossed the crumpled invitation onto the empty desk that separated us.

Claire glanced up from her phone, her eyes flicking from the invitation to my face, a smirk threatening to break free.

“Something wrong?” she asked, her tone dripping with feigned innocence, but I knew she was well aware of what had triggered my ire.

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