Novel-novel oleh Steph’s closet

Back in Damien’s penthouse, the silence between them was no longer thick with doubt but with fire. The kind that smolders deep in the bones, dangerous and determined.Sienna stood by the window, the night skyline glittering behind her like a taunting illusion of peace. In her hands, the recorder still felt warm. The sound of her mother’s voice echoed in her head like a phantom she couldn’t shake. The words were etched into her like a scar.Damien poured two glasses of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling as if the glass couldn’t contain its rage. He handed her one, but Sienna didn’t drink.“We have proof,” she said flatly. “Proof that your mother orchestrated everything. My mother’s death. The threats. Maybe even more than we know.”Damien downed his drink in one sharp motion. His voice was rough. “We also have a problem. My mother isn’t someone we can take down easily. The moment she realizes we have this, she’ll strike.”Sienna turned to him, fire blazing in her eyes. “Let her. I’m no

The luxury car sped through the outskirts of the city, Sienna seated beside Damien in the backseat, clutching her mother’s notebook tightly to her chest like a lifeline. The silence between them was thick with everything unspoken truths too dangerous, fears too real.Damien’s jaw was clenched, his eyes forward, but Sienna could feel the tension rolling off him in waves.They weren’t just chasing ghosts anymore.They were preparing for war.“I can’t believe your family did this,” Sienna said quietly, flipping to the last few pages of the notebook. “Everything in here points to one person pulling the strings, and I think it was never just about power. It was about control. Control over your father. Control over you.”Damien finally looked at her. His voice was low, a little hollow. “That’s exactly what it was. My mother always wanted to be the one holding the reins. Even when it meant destroying everyone in her way.”Sienna’s fingers tightened around the notebook.“Your mother threatene

The next morning was quiet too quiet. The kind of silence that settles after a storm, or before the chaos that’s about to descend. Sienna sat on the edge of the bed, her hands gripping her mother’s old notebook as though it might slip away from her at any moment.The pages inside were yellowed with age, but the words were sharp burning with truths Sienna had never dared to uncover. The journal revealed fragments of conversations, cryptic notes, and warnings her mother had left behind. It was clear now. Sienna’s mother hadn’t died by chance.One line jumped out at her, written hastily and almost as if her mother had feared being interrupted:If anything happens to me, don’t trust Damien’s family. They will bury the truth.Sienna’s breath caught in her throat.She needed answers. She needed to confront Damien. But she also needed to know if Alec’s claims had any shred of truth.She paced the room, wrestling with the heaviness in her chest. How could Damien someone she had given so much

The night air outside the penthouse was cool and crisp, but inside Damien’s world, the heat of revenge and danger simmered beneath the surface. He couldn’t sleep. Not with Alec still breathing. Not when he knew this wasn’t over.Sienna stirred beside him, sensing the tension in his body as she slowly blinked awake.You’re still up?Damien didn’t answer immediately. He was staring at the encrypted message that had just hit his private line an anonymous email with one chilling sentence:You haven’t buried all your secrets, Damien. Some were only sleeping.Attached was a video file. One he hadn’t yet opened.Sienna sat up, her voice soft but alert.What is it?He looked at her and for a moment, considered lying.Then he handed her the phone.Watch it with me.They pressed play together.The footage was grainy but clear. It showed a much younger Damien barely out of his twenties standing in what looked like a luxury hotel room. Another man appeared on screen, face blurred, voice distorted

The air at the dock was thick with salt, smoke, and silence. Alec stared at the man standing in front of him the one he believed had disappeared for good.Luther Kane.Damien’s former security chief.Fired. Exiled. Silenced after a scandal Alec had orchestrated years ago to bury a major cover-up.You were supposed to be dead, Alec said slowly.Luther smirked.I was supposed to stay quiet. But you made one mistake.Alec narrowed his eyes.And what’s that?Luther stepped forward.You forgot I kept receipts.He pulled a slim flash drive from his coat and tossed it to Alec.On there are voice notes, signed contracts, offshore wire transfers, and about seven different crimes that would make the FBI salivate.Alec’s jaw clenched.You think blackmailing me will end well for you?This isn’t blackmail, Kane said, voice cold. It’s justice.I’m not handing it to the police.I’m handing it to Damien.Alec lunged, grabbing Luther’s collar, but the man barely flinched.Try it, and I’ll leak the fil

The courtroom was suffocating.Damien adjusted the cuffs of his suit, his expression unreadable as he stood before a judge that already seemed to be sizing him up like prey. The gallery behind him was packed reporters, investors, corporate spies in tailored suits pretending to be concerned citizens.But he didn’t care about the whispers.Not when Alec was sitting just a few feet away, smirking in his corner like a predator who believed the trap had finally snapped shut.The charges read like a death sentence to any empire: corporate fraud, tax evasion, money laundering, illegal international transfers. All carefully constructed. All rooted in truth that Alec had twisted like poisoned wire.Sienna sat behind Damien, eyes locked on him, chin held high. Her presence alone gave him strength. He could feel it her fire, her loyalty, her love burning behind him like a shield no courtroom could tear down.The judge’s voice echoed.Mr. Blackwood, how do you plead?Damien stepped forward.Not g