Tracy's POVSitting on my bed, I could not help but realize something. It was more than obvious to me now. Damian was actually avoiding me. It had been over four days, and yet he had not come to check on me. He didn't even intervene in anything I had been doing. Normally, he would have done much worse than that. In short, he would have been in my head, forcing me to learn, forcing me to do everything possible. He would have been here waking me early and telling me not to be lazy. But he was nowhere to be found. It was like he vanished into thin air. Anytime I tried to see him, he was always not around. Even when I went to his office, he wasn't there. That was kind of frustrating for me because only when I had slowly started getting used to him did he have to vanish like this. I lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. All I could imagine was what happened between the two of us, and it could not stop amusing me as I smiled and rolled on the bed, using my bed sheets to cover mys
DAMIEN'S P.O.VI could fucking see the jealousy in Tracey’s eyes.She was doing a terrible job at hiding it especially as she stood there with her fists clenched by her sides.she pressed her lips into a slight frown.I leaned back in my chair, a slow smirk tugging at my lips as Camillé’s manicured hand rested lightly on my shoulder.I didn’t bother to shrug it off. I was liking the effect it had on Tracey.The way her eyes were locked in, switching between me and Camillé, trying to figure out what was going on.In a way it made me feel good, because I could tell what exactly was through that damn mind of hers.She was probably thinking who the fuck was Camillé and I owed her no damn explanation.I didn’t owe anyone that. But still, for some reason, I let the words slip.“Tracey, this is Camillé,” I said, my voice calm and measured. “La mia fidanzata.(My fiancée)”The moment the word fiancee came out of my mouth, I felt a distate pour across my tongue.Me saying that meant I was indire
TRACEY’S P.O.V.I stared at my reflection in the mirror, trying not to let the ugly feeling settle in my chest. But, the more I was trying to evade it, the obvious it became.I knew exactly what I was feeling. Jealousy. It was an undeniable feeling that clouded me ever since I saw Camillé walking right in.Arghhh!Why the fuck was I even feeling this way?Camillé was beautiful. No doubt. She had that effortless, expensive beauty that looked straight out of a goddamn magazine. Tall, blonde, perfect body, the kind of woman who belonged in Damien’s world. The kind who could actually stand beside him without looking out of place.She was unlike me. I swallowed, forcing myself to look away from my reflection. It didn’t matter if I was developing feelings for him or not. Damien wasn't mine, neither was he supposed to be mine in the first place.I was just a captive, and a nobody to him. My only focus should be getting out of here, not feeling whatever the hell I was for him. Not caring
Tracey’s POV“I'm asking you a fucking question. What the hell is this, Camillé” He growled.I sat still, watching Damien wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, as he glared at the plate in front of him, like it had personally offended him. He shoved it away with a loud hiss.Camillé was still standing there, dismayed by his sudden question, but when he snapped again, she let out a nervous laugh moving closer towards him.“D—Damien… what are you talking about? I made your favorite dish.”His eyes snapped to her. “You call this trash a meal?“ “I don't eat such shit.“ His sharp voice cut through whatever little confidence she had left.Her face turned red. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to smirk. For the first time that morning, I actually felt good.Camillé shook her head, trying to force a smile. “Maybe you’re just not in the mood for it today.” She picked up a spoon and took a bite herself, chewing slowly like she was proving a point.She swallowed, then looked at Damien, with
TRACEY'S P.O.VI stood in dismay watching as Camillé walked away with her shoulders held high in arrogance.I couldn’t help but sigh out loud. Camillé actually threatened me, all because of a grown-ass man.Was she really kidding me. Acting like a psychopathic wife when she was just a Fiancée. I scoffed.She shouldn't be facing me. I wasn't the one who snapped at her or who said I hated her meal. I wasn't her so-called fiancée either.What was my fault in all these?The thought alone made my stomach churn. I wasn’t even sure if I should get exhausted or offended from all this. It all felt ridiculous.I turned away from the kitchen, my mind spinning with everything that had happened.Just as I moved right, I bumped straight into a broad chest by mistake.“I'm sorry.“ I mummured raising my head to meet with whoever it might be, only to be met by Ryan's concerned gaze.Ryan hands came up, holding me in place before I could stumble back. His brows furrowed as he studied my face."Is every
Damien’s POVI had stopped Tracey from leaving and now she was currently standing in front of me, all tense and stiff.“We both know you didn't come here just to talk about my breakfast getting ruined.“I paused, staring deeply into her as I watched her eyes flick everywhere except at me.“Spit it out, Tracey. What is it?“ I asked watching her eyes snap to mine.“There’s nothing to say.” She muttered defensively but, I could see it in her eyes.She was fucking lying.I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. Everything was pissing me off—Camillé, this whole damn situation... and Tracey standing there like she didn't know she was driving me insane.She lips pressed together like she was holding back words that were clawing to get out, but It was so obvious she was debating whether to speak or turn around and leave.After a moment of silence between us, Tracey realized I had caught in on her lies and there was no way I'd let her leave the office without answers from her, she took a deep
DAMIEN’S P.O.V“What did he say?” I asked Skylo, my voice measured. “He wants you to keep your ‘temper’ in check.” My teeth clenched. “His exact words?“ Skylo didn’t answer right away. That was never a good sign.I reached for the glass and took a slow sip, letting the burn settle deep before setting it down with a slow clink.One dead stare at Skylo and he began speaking. “He said, and I quote, ‘Tell Damien that if he can’t control his temper, I will.’”A slow, humorless chuckle escaped me.Really? Was that a threat or warning? I chuckled again. Diego really had the guts to threaten me just like he had a fucking effect on me.I was Damien Black for Christ Sake, and I definitely don't give a fuck about his or his daughter feelings.Who the fuck did he think he was to interfere in the affairs of my household?I reached for the half-empty glass of whiskey on my desk, taking a gulp before setting it down loudly on the table.Skylo sat still, just watching me with no words said. If you
Camillé’s P.O.V"That bastard!" I yelled, smashing the glass cup in my hand across the room in anger.I couldn't stop myself from pacing the length of my bedroom, my fingers curled into tight fists as the conversation between me and Damien replayed in my head.I can't believe it. He had defended her. Damien had actually defended that bitch.It all felt weird and unbelievable because the Damien I knew never defended anyone, let alone a mere captive who was supposed to be just an insignificante puttana.Yet, somehow she had managed to make Damien turn against me."Argggghhhhh" I bursted out loud, unable to hide my frustration.I couldn't even place what she was doinghere in the first place. No one had said a word about her to me, even when I asked, nobody seemed to want to say a thing.I should have known Tracey was trouble from the first day I laid eyes on her. The way she hovered too close, staring at him when she thought no one was watching. Playing innocent, like she wasn’t just
TRACEY'S POVI couldn't believe Damien stand there like a fool, but my body refused to move."You heard me," Damien said, his voice calm, controlled.That was the scariest part. He wasn’t yelling or showing he was angry. He was just seated calmly like a predator amused by his prey's hesitation."I—I can't," I finally managed to whisper, my legs tightly clutched like this was the first time he was seeing me naked."You can. And you will." His voice coldluy commanded and I shook my head, my breath shaky. "Damien, please, don't do this."His fingers twitched against the armrest of his wheelchair. “What did you just call me??“I bite my lips hard enough till I could feel the tingling sensation of blood in it."What did I say about calling me by my name?" He asked again I find myself muttering low apology."Say it," he demanded.I swallowed hard. "I'm sorry master…" The word burned on my tongue."Good girl," he murmured, leaning back slightly. "Now, I believe I gave you an order."He remin
TRACEY’S POV I was so fucked and still standing there, lost and unable to take my gaze off him… “What the hell were you doing snooping around my door?” His sharp voice devoid of any warmth rang out as he slammed his hand against the wooden desk, making me jerk. “I—I wasn’t—” I stammered, my throat suddenly dry and unable to form the right words. “Speak the fuck up before I put a bullet in your fucking skull,” he threatened.I swallowed, my mind racing. Lying was pointless. He already knew.“I-I only heard something about some document… Rafael… and...and…” I hesitated, knowing this was the part that would really piss him off.“and?" “…My father.” I admitted.The second I mentioned my father, I noticed Damien's entire body went stiff. His fingers twitched, gripping the edge of the desk in anger as he tried to control his breath.He was hella mad. My mention of my dad made him mad and I didn’t know why.what the hell has dad done this time to make Damien this pissed?I sighed, brax
Tracey’s P.O.VThe night air was cold against my skin as I leaned against the open window of my room, staring out at the world beyond these walls. A world that felt so close, yet completely out of reach.I let out a slow breath, my fingers tightening around the cold metal as I tried to find some form of peace in the quiet. But peace was a luxury I didn’t have. Not here. Not in this life.Skylo’s words still lingered in my mind.He talked about going back to college earlier—an idea that felt like a fantasy, something too good to be real. But God, I wanted it. I wanted to be normal again. I wanted to walk into a classroom, sit in a lecture hall, worry about exams and assignments instead of being a captive in this damn place.I badly wanted my freedom backBut Damien would never let that happen. His face earlier when he stopped me on track was enough to let me know I’d stay trapped in this world forever.But then, a bit of me wanted to badly believe Skylo.I knew how much I hated him a
Skylo’s P.O.V This whole damn search for Damien had been insane, and I was fucking close to losing my goddamn mind at this point. I and the rest of men had scoured every inch of the city, from the shadiest hideouts to the underground stations. We’d checked every possible location the boss could be—Raphael’s house, the warehouse, the safehouses, even his personal penthouse, but there was still no clue not trace of him. Nothing. And the worst part? His phone was still ringing, which should’ve been a relief, if he wasn't ignoring my damn calls. Boss would never ignore my call. Not unless he was dead or pulling some reckless, stupid shit. And knowing him, it was always the latter. I ground my teeth, my fingers twitching at my sides as I stood in the middle of the bustling streets, totally confused. Something wasn't right, something was really fucking wrong. I ran a hand through my hair, inhaling sharply, about to bark out orders to the men still stationed across the city when—
TRACEY'S P.O.VThe whole house felt so suffocating and my thoughts clouded I needed to have a break from thinking too hard so, I stepped out to get a breathe of air.But, I was caught in place, unable to tear my eyes away from the man standing in the doorway.Damien.Looking exactly the same as he did before he left.Same dark clothes, same sharp, unreadable expression. He had the same aura of dominance. He hadn’t changed at all, and yet, something about him felt… different. Like a storm brewing just beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed.I didn’t know how long we stood there, staring at each other. It could have been seconds, maybe even minutes, but time didn’t feel real in that moment. It was just me and him, locked in a silent battle, neither of us willing to look away first. My chest tightened, my mind screaming at me to move, to speak, to do anything other than just stand there like an idiot, drowning in the weight of his gaze.Then, finally, he looked away.And just l
TRACEY'S P.O.V"Ann, you're back." I watched as Camillé voice rang out, her tone filled with delight as she walked towards Ann with a smile I couldn't help but stand, stunned by the sight of warm pleasantary between both of them.It didn’t make sense seeing Ann and Camillé act like they were friends yet, here they were, embracing like long-lost sisters.Something about it felt… off.Ann laughed softly as Camillé reached her, her voice as smooth as ever. “Missed me, Madame?” She greeted.Ann could actually accord respect too???“You have no idea,” she said, eyes flicking toward me with coldness for a second before returning back to Ann. “Things just aren’t the same without you. There's alot of bad luck around” Camillé grinned, enveloping her into a warm hug, her arm around her shoulder.I didn’t like the way she said it. I knew damn well she was referring to me.Ann locked eyes with me. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. “Oh, I can imagine the hell you must have been through,
TRACEY’S P.O.V“Boss… Boss?” The frantic voice coming from the hallway, pulled me out of my thoughts. My brows furrowed as I stepped out of my room at the same time Camille did.The commotion downstairs was impossible to ignore.“What the hell is going on?” Camille muttered, tightening the robe around her slim frame.Before I could answer, a loud bang rang through the house. The sharp sound of a door slamming shut—then open again. And again.We both turned towards the staircase, watching as Skylo stormed through the hallway like a madman, slamming doors open and shut, his face twisted with frustration.“What’s his problem now?” Camillé huffed as she hurried down the stairs, and I followed at a slower pace, keeping my distance.There was something different about his movements—something wild, desperate.“Skylo,” Camille called, placing a hand on his arm. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing,” he bit out, shrugging her off.Camille rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. You can't say nothing when you're ac
DAMIEN'S P.O.VI clenched my fists. “What the fuck is this?” My voice was cold, flat.Rafael shrugged. “A gift. Thought you’d appreciate it.”A gift? i scoffed. My fucking trigger finger twitched. This wasn’t a goddamn gift—it was a fucking statement. A way into getting me play his fucking game .“Where’s my documents, you bastard?” I demanded, my patience short as I turned to the Williams who had his head down.Williams head snapped up, eyes wide with terror. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!” I could hear his voice cracking from fear.Just as he should. He should be damn afraid because one thing was certain— he was going to meet his fucking creator tonight.But, not until I got him talking.I exhaled slowly, standing up from my wheel in anger.“Finally decided to get on your feet.“ I hear Rafael scoff, but I simply ignore. I had no time for his silly antics.I took a step closer, towering over Williams who was held in place by one of Rafael's men. “Where’s my damn f
DAMIEN’S P.O.VThe fucking car was speeding through the city, but I was in no mood to appreciate his great driving skills.My patience was wearing thin, and my suspicion was growing worse.With every damn second that passed, I find myself turning to look at the man calmly beside me, with a hand on his damn wheels.I couldn't tell if it was the way he was relaxed or the way he acted oblivious to my presence that got on my nerves.But, one thing I knew was men like him? The relaxed ones? The ones who smirked like they were in control of everything and could predict every damn move before you even thought of making it? Yeah. Those were the ones to fucking watch out for. They were dangerous in a way that most people didn’t realize until it was too damn late.I wasn’t about to let that happen.I kept my breathing even, my body still, but my mind was running through every potential fucking setup that could be waiting for me at the end of this damn ride.My fingers twitched against my thi