“Get up. Now.”Damian’s voice was a low growl, his grip iron around my wrist. I had barely sat up when he yanked me to my feet. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light spilling from the open doorway. His face was hard, carved from ice and steel, but his eyes burned.“Damian—” I started, but he didn’t let me finish.“We don’t have time, Naomi. They’re coming.”The weight of his words sent a chill through me.“Who?” My voice was barely a whisper.He didn’t answer, but Olivia did, stepping into the room with a pistol clutched tightly in her hands. “Evan’s men. They’re already on the estate.”My pulse spiked. “What?”“We’re leaving. Now,” Damian snapped, pulling me towards the closet.I dug my heels in. “I’m not running, Damian. This is my home too.”His head snapped toward me, fury flashing in his eyes. “Do you think I can survive losing you?” His voice cracked slightly at the edges, his control slipping. “Do you think I would let them take you?”I opened my mouth, but no words
"Damian!"My scream echoed through the underground tunnel as his body jerked back from the impact. His grip on my wrist loosened, and he staggered, his knees buckling. A crimson stain spread rapidly across his white dress shirt, seeping through the fabric like ink spilling onto paper."No, no, no—Damian!"I lunged forward, catching him before he could hit the cold, damp floor. His weight was too much, and we sank together, his body pressing against mine as I cradled him. His breathing was ragged, his face pale.Footsteps pounded in the distance. Olivia’s voice cut through the ringing in my ears."Move! We have to move!"I barely registered the chaos around me. The shooter had vanished, but we weren’t safe. I pressed my hands against Damian’s wound, trying to stop the bleeding."Damian, stay with me," I begged, my voice breaking.His eyes fluttered open, dark lashes heavy against his skin. A weak smirk curved his lips. "Didn’t think... you'd get rid of me that easily, did you?"Tears b
"Where’s Charlotte?"Damian’s voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, but those three words cut through me like a blade.I sat beside his hospital bed, gripping his cold hand, my heart still racing from the nightmare of nearly losing him. The sterile scent of antiseptics filled the room, and the steady beeping of the heart monitor was the only reassurance that he was alive. That he was still here with me.But his first thought wasn’t about me. It wasn’t about the bullet that nearly took his life.It was about Charlotte.A sharp pain coiled in my chest, and I let go of his hand. "You just survived an assassination attempt, and that's your first question?" My voice wavered between anger and hurt, but I refused to let him see how much it stung.Damian turned his head slowly, his piercing blue eyes locking onto mine. He was pale, weakened, but the intensity in his gaze was as sharp as ever. "Naomi, answer me."I clenched my fists. "She’s gone. Again."He exhaled, his fingers twitching a
"Damian, don’t do this," I pleaded, my fingers curling around his wrist as he buttoned his coat. His jaw was set, his eyes dark and unreadable."I have to." His voice was low, strained."It’s a trap. You know that, don’t you?" My voice shook as I gripped his arm tighter. I had found Charlotte’s letter in his belongings just hours ago. The words still burned in my mind: Meet me where it all began. Alone.Damian pulled his wrist free, his fingers brushing my cheek for the briefest moment before he turned away. "Go to bed, Naomi. This doesn’t concern you.""You are my husband. This concerns me more than you think."He exhaled sharply, turning back to me with a look that sent a chill down my spine. "Stay out of this. If you follow me, Naomi, I swear—""You’ll what? Keep pushing me away? Haven’t you done that enough?"His lips parted, but no words came. Whatever war was raging inside him, I saw the flicker of hesitation. A crack in the armor he wore so well. But just as quickly, it was gon
"Naomi, get down!" Damian’s voice rang out, desperate and urgent, as he shoved me out of the line of fire.The gunshot was deafening. My body froze, my heart slamming against my ribcage, eyes wide in disbelief. Charlotte stood a few feet away, her cold eyes fixed on me, the gun shaking slightly in her hand. My sister—my once beautiful, perfect sister—had become a weapon, a force of destruction in a world already filled with chaos."Charlotte, don’t!" I managed to choke out, trying to find the words, any words, to stop the madness unfolding in front of me.Charlotte didn’t even flinch at my plea. Instead, her lips twisted into a cruel smile. "You think you’ve won? You’re nothing but a replacement. Always will be," she spat, her eyes darting from Damian to me, the anger in her voice laced with venom.But before another word could leave her lips, a loud crack echoed in the room, and Charlotte’s hand jerked, the gun flying out of her grip. The sound of shattering glass followed, and she s
“Damian, we have to get out!” I gasped, the smoke curling in thick clouds, burning my throat. My heart pounded so fiercely it felt as if it might explode.Damian didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he scanned the room with sharp, focused eyes, his jaw clenched, and his body taut. The fire had spread quickly, consuming everything in its path. The walls were crumbling, windows shattering in the heat, and the entire villa felt like it was collapsing in on itself. A sense of impending doom clawed at me as I realized how close we were to being trapped.I could hear the crackling of the flames behind us, the scorching heat on my skin, and the sharp, acrid scent of burning wood. My eyes stung from the smoke, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away from Damian. His face was set in determination, and I knew, with every fiber of my being, that he wouldn’t leave me behind. Not after everything that had happened.“We have to move. Now!” Damian barked, grabbing my wrist and pulling me toward the grand st
The first thing I noticed was the smell. It wasn’t the rich scent of roses or the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee. It was sterile—cold and metallic, like the scent of a place designed to trap you. I tried to move, but my body was stiff. I blinked my eyes open, immediately squinting at the harsh light overhead. I felt my head throbbing, and my mouth was dry like I hadn’t drunk anything in hours.My hands were bound to a chair.Panic gripped me, but I refused to give in. I fought back the terror that threatened to overtake me, pushing it down deep inside. I wasn’t going to break. Not this time.I twisted my wrists, testing the ropes, trying to loosen them. The ropes were tight, biting into my skin. I could feel the blood rushing to my fingertips, but there was nothing I could do. I needed to keep calm and think clearly.I heard footsteps approach, and I froze, bracing myself. A door creaked open, and the faint sound of a man’s voice echoed through the room.“Well, well,” Evan’
“I won’t let him get away with this.” Damian’s voice is a low growl, a dangerous rumble that vibrates through the walls of the room. His jaw clenches, his fists balling in tight, furious knots.I stand by his side, feeling the heat of his anger but unsure how much of it is aimed at me. My eyes flicker over the team of mercenaries he’s gathered. There’s no turning back now.Damian steps forward, his eyes dark with purpose. “We’re storming Reid’s compound. I don’t care what it takes. I’m bringing Naomi back.”I’ve heard him say those words a thousand times over the past few days, but this time, something is different. The steely determination in his eyes is colder than I’ve ever seen. He’s not just doing this for power anymore. This time, it's personal.“Damian,” I warn, stepping closer to him, my voice barely above a whisper, “this isn’t just about revenge. You’re putting your life at risk.”He doesn’t turn to face me. His gaze is fixed on the door as if the final showdown is waiting j
I stood there, at the edge of our new life, feeling the weight of everything we had been through. The past few months had broken us both, but in a way, they had made us stronger. Stronger than we ever could have imagined.Damian’s hand was warm against mine, and I couldn’t help but look up at him, feeling the flicker of something that had been missing for so long. His gaze met mine, and in his eyes, I saw a reflection of the man I had always hoped he could be. No longer the ruthless billionaire consumed by his empire, but a man who had fought for what mattered most—us.“I never thought we’d get here,” I whispered, my voice trembling slightly.Damian smirked, the faintest hint of his old arrogance still present, but I could tell it was softer now. “Did you doubt me?”I shook my head. “No. But I didn’t think... I didn’t think this would be easy. That we could have a future after everything.”He squeezed my hand, his touch grounding me, reassuring me that, despite all the chaos, we had s
The air felt thick with tension as the final confrontation came to a head. Everything had led to this moment—the battle for control, for love, for survival. It was no longer about power or money; it was about us, Naomi and Damian, fighting for our place in a world that had never given us a chance. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as we stood, side by side, ready to face whatever came next.Damian's hand brushed against mine, and for a fleeting moment, the chaos around us seemed to fade. The world, which had been a whirlwind of betrayal, deceit, and hurt, felt strangely calm. I looked up at him, seeing the raw emotion in his eyes that spoke louder than words.“We’re almost there,” I whispered, my voice trembling.He nodded, his gaze intense, unwavering. “Just one more step, Naomi. And then everything changes.”I swallowed hard, trying to push the fear down. It wasn’t over yet, not by a long shot. We had won the battle, but the cost had been immense. Damian’s empire was on the
“Do you think you’ve won?” The voice cuts through the silence like a dagger, cold and cruel. I freeze in place, my heart pounding in my chest, the weight of the words sinking in like a stone in water. Damian, beside me, stiffens. His hand on mine tightens, but I feel the tremor in his grip. We’ve come so far, fought so much to reach this moment—and yet, the voice seems to mock us, a reminder that the end is never as simple as we want it to be.I glance at Damian, his jaw clenched in that way he does when he’s suppressing the storm inside. His eyes burn with the same fire I’ve seen when he faces his enemies head-on. We’ve been through hell, both of us, but there’s still something lingering in the air, something I can’t shake off.“Who’s there?” I demand, my voice a mixture of fear and defiance. It’s hard to stand tall in the face of such uncertainty, but I force myself to, for Damian, for us.The shadow steps forward, revealing itself in the dim light. And there she is.Charlotte.My s
"Are you sure you’re ready for this?" Damian's voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried weight. He stood at the far end of the room, his eyes never leaving me as I meticulously adjusted the papers on the table. My hands were steady, but my heart? It was a different story.I paused, my fingers lingering on the edge of the documents, the papers trembling ever so slightly. "I have no choice," I murmured. "We've come too far to back down now."Damian walked toward me, each step deliberate, purposeful. The air between us felt thick, charged with an energy neither of us could quite shake. The final battle was approaching, and it was more than just about business. It was about us. It was about everything we had fought for.He stopped beside me, his presence enveloping me as if he was grounding me in a storm of uncertainty. His breath brushed my ear as he leaned in, his lips just a breath away from my skin. "No," he said softly, "it’s not just about business. It’s about us, Naomi. Ever
“I’m not sure where we go from here,” I whisper, my fingers entwined with Damian’s, as we sit in the quiet of our study. The weight of everything we’ve endured still lingers between us. Despite the storm, the fires of betrayal, and the wreckage that once stood as our lives, the connection between us hasn’t faltered—at least, not entirely.Damian’s gaze is distant, dark eyes staring at nothing in particular, lost in thought. His once commanding presence has softened, as though he’s been stripped of his armor, revealing a man who is far more vulnerable than I ever imagined. And somehow, in that vulnerability, I see the man I’ve come to love.“We take it one step at a time,” he replies quietly, his voice rough, as though it’s been too long since he’s spoken his thoughts aloud. “Together, Naomi. We can’t face this alone.”There’s a rawness in his words that cuts through the fog of uncertainty, and for a moment, the world outside of these walls seems to disappear. It’s just him and me. Tog
"Are you sure about this?" Damian's voice was low, gravelly. It was a rare moment of softness, one I had never thought I would hear from him. My fingers brushed against his jaw, tracing the sharp line of it as he looked down, his eyes distant."We don't have a choice, do we?" I whispered back, my words tinged with a sadness that still hadn't quite left me. We had been fighting for so long, against everyone around us, that the last thing I expected was to discover the true enemy had always been closer than we realized.I had spent the better part of the night trying to keep my thoughts from spiraling into dark places. Damian had been distant, a shadow of the man I had once hoped to love. The betrayal, the lies, the power struggle—it was all too much. But the silence between us now was different. It wasn't the cold silence of before; it was the heavy, suffocating kind—the kind that pressed down on my chest and made it hard to breathe.I looked up at him again, seeing the weight of the w
The room was quiet, the kind of silence that weighed on you like a thousand-pound burden. I could feel the tension in the air between Damian and me. After everything that had happened—the betrayal, the lies, the secrets—it was hard to imagine that we could ever find a way back to each other.But here we were, trying to make sense of it all.Damian stood by the window, looking out over the city. His posture was tense, his fists clenched at his sides. I could see the lines of exhaustion on his face, the weariness in his eyes. He had been through so much in such a short amount of time, and I could feel the weight of it all pressing down on us.I took a deep breath, stepping closer to him. I wanted to say something, to make this better somehow, but the words wouldn’t come. We’d said so many things already, things that had cut too deep, things that had left scars.Finally, Damian turned to face me, his gaze locking with mine. "Naomi," he started, his voice low and raw. "I know I hurt you.
"I can't believe it," I whisper, my voice shaking as the weight of the revelation crushes my chest. "Damian, is it true?"Damian stands frozen in front of me, his eyes filled with a mix of disbelief and horror. The letter in his hand trembles slightly, its contents now fully exposed."The truth... it's out," he mutters under his breath, but the words sound hollow, like a man coming to terms with a nightmare he's tried to bury for years.I reach for his hand, my heart racing in my chest. "What does this mean for us?" I ask, trying to make sense of the chaos that has unfolded before me.Damian doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he glances at the letter one more time, as if he hopes the words will somehow change, that they’ll rewrite themselves into something more bearable."I don't know," he admits, his voice cracked. "I should have never kept this from you."I can feel the tension in his shoulders, the way he carries the weight of this secret like a man broken by his own choices. I st
“You’ve made a mistake, Damian,” the voice from the shadows growled. I could feel the chill in the air as I stepped into the dimly lit study, where Damian stood frozen, his back stiff and his jaw clenched tight.I had been watching him for a moment, trying to piece together the tension radiating off him. He was usually a man of few words, a man who didn’t show fear. But something in his posture now was different. It was as if he was facing a ghost—a specter from a past that refused to stay buried.“I don’t make mistakes,” Damian said, his voice low, though there was a crack in it. A crack I had never heard before.“I think you’ll find you’ve made plenty,” the voice retorted, its owner stepping into the light.Julian.I hadn't expected him to show up here—of all places. The man who had wreaked havoc on Damian’s life, the man who had once been part of his closest circle, now stood before us like a shadow, darkening every part of the room.“What do you want, Julian?” Damian's voice was h