Lysandra:A sister.Him having a daughter.A woman before my mother, someone who was in his life before Mother ever appeared, before she chose to disappear too.The words wouldn't stop echoing in my mind.I paced my bedroom like a caged animal, arms wrapped tightly around myself as if doing so would
Giovanni:The moment the door shut behind Lysandra, I exhaled slowly, setting my glass of scotch back on the table. My hand lingered on the rim for a second, letting the weight of the silence stretch around me. She was upset, confused, and more than anything, threatened.Good.She should be.She mig
Delilah:“Just remember,” Father said as he poured himself another drink, “You can act soft, sweet, play the part of the wide-eyed girl rediscovering her family. But underneath it all, you are my daughter. Do not forget that. And be sure to play your part as to make sure that no one is to find out w
Sienna:This was one of the few days that I believed seemed calmer than usual when I came to dealing in the office when it came to working and taking care of the responsibilities that I had to take care of. I had just wrapped up reviewing some reports, and for once, the day had been calm, structured
Damon:The building had begun to settle for the evening. Most of the staff had gone home, leaving the air in the tower thick with silence, the kind that wasn’t peaceful but… heavy. Something about today felt off. And I knew exactly what, who, it was…Lysandra.The one person that I did not expect to
Sienna:I didn’t storm off.I didn’t run.I didn’t even slam the door.I just walked. Calm. Collected. Coffee cup empty in my hand and heart heavier than I wanted to admit. My footsteps echoed down the hall, but I didn’t look back. Not once.Because I already knew what I would’ve seen.Lysandra.On
Damon:“What the fucking hell was that?” I asked, glaring at Lysandra. She smirked as she looked me in the eye, knowing well what she did, knowing what she had managed to ruin, what she was breaking.“If you didn’t want it to happen, you could have stepped back or pushed me away a little sooner, no?
Sienna:I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep until I felt the slow, steady rise and fall of Damon’s chest under my cheek. Until I felt him gently drawing random patterns on my shoulder as he hummed a soft tune under his breath.We were lying on the couch in my office, the air still thick with the heat
My hands instinctively gripped his shirt as his kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against mine in a hungry, claiming kiss that stole all reason from my mind.He walked me backward until my back met the edge of the desk, his hands gripping my hips like he was anchoring himself to reality. I was melti
Sienna:He had been following me around the entire morning.Not only has he been following me, but he's been trying his best to speak to me only to be ignored. I needed to focus on work and he was not allowing me to do so.From the second we walked into the company building, Damon Lockwood had his e
Damon:Delilah’s scent was the first thing I caught the second I turned down the hallway.It was subtle, soft and floral, but it carried that underlying sharpness, the kind that crawled under the skin no matter how much you tried to ignore it. She stepped out of the guest room, still in that silky r
Sienna:I stared blankly at the floor, the tea in my hands long forgotten, growing cold in the ceramic cup. My fingers curled tighter around it, like I was holding on to something, anything, that wouldn’t slip through my grasp.But the truth was, it already had.No matter how hard I try to deny it,
Delilah:I stared at the door Damon had just slammed shut, the echo of it vibrating through the walls and my bones. My hands trembled, but not from fear. From rage.He was smarter than I gave him credit for.That made him dangerous.My father was right. I did underestimate Damon Lockwood. The man kn
Damon:I was quiet as I watched. I had my arms crossed over my chest. Something was wrong. I knew that it was.Delilah had been moved to the guest room by the time I left the infirmary. The nurses said she needed rest, that the wound wasn’t deep but she was dehydrated, disoriented. They didn’t say a
Sienna:The moment I stepped into the infirmary, I felt the shift in the air.I felt the weight that it carried, no matter how hard I wanted to deny it.It was subtle, too subtle, perhaps, but undeniable.Something was off.Damon stood near the bed, his back straight, his hands behind him in a stanc
Sienna:Something was wrong.I could feel it crawling under my skin, creeping into the quiet corners of my heart. Damon’s voice had been too sharp when he told me to go back to the room, his body too tense, his eyes too guarded.He was hiding something.He was hiding something, whatever it was. I ha
Damon:I could still feel it, the bond. The one that should not exist.The one that didn’t belong to her.The one that I knew that I already had, I did not reject Sienna. At least the rejection did not work. Our daughter being born was proof of it not working. If it did, then Isla not be here.This