“Please,” I whisper, my voice barely audible above the roar of flames that lick at the edges of the van. My heart beats erratically, each thud seeming to echo through the thin metal walls surrounding me. I’m trapped. The smoke is suffocating, making it harder to breathe. The air is thick with the stench of gasoline and fire. I cough violently, my eyes stinging from the acrid fumes.I try to push against the door, but it’s stuck. Panic claws at me from all sides, tightening its grip as masked figures surround the van. Their heavy boots crunch against the gravel, the sound of their approach sending a fresh wave of terror through me.“Naomi Hayes,” a cold voice says, muffled by the mask. “Time’s up.”I freeze, my blood running cold. They know my name. They know exactly who I am—and that means nothing good.I’ve been running for days. From Damian’s enemies. From Charlotte. From the chaos that’s exploded in every corner of my life. I thought I could escape. But now, as the fire spreads and
“What now?” I asked, my voice trembling with exhaustion. The mountain air was thin, biting at my skin, but the chill in the atmosphere was nothing compared to the weight that pressed against my chest. Every breath felt like a struggle, every second a battle.Damian stood at the window, scanning the tree line. His silhouette was hard to distinguish from the dark, but I could see the tension in his shoulders, the ever-present aura of danger around him. He didn’t answer right away, and I wondered if he even had an answer. For the first time in a long time, he seemed unsure, even vulnerable.“They’re out there,” he finally murmured, his voice low, almost growling. “I can feel it.”I didn’t need him to elaborate. I could feel it too. Every rustling leaf, every snap of a twig felt like an alarm going off in my head. We were trapped in this remote cabin, miles away from civilization, with no way of knowing who was out there or how long we had before they found us.The silence was broken by a
"You should have known better, Damian," the voice cuts through the heavy silence of the cabin like a knife. I freeze, my heart racing as the man steps into the flickering light, revealing a face I thought I'd never see again.It's Eric. Damian's former best friend.I glance at Damian, whose expression hardens in an instant. His jaw tightens, the muscles in his neck visible under the tension, and his grip on my hand becomes like iron."Eric," Damian says, his voice low, almost as if he can’t believe it himself.Eric's lips curl into a smile that’s far too cold for comfort. His once youthful features are now shadowed by something darker, something I can't quite place, but it’s there, lurking in his eyes. He used to be like a brother to Damian. How did it all go so wrong?"You’re not welcome here," Damian growls, stepping forward as though he’s preparing for a fight. "Leave now, before I make you."I watch, stunned, as Eric's smile fades into something more sinister. “It’s too late for t
The moment the gunshot rang through the air, everything seemed to freeze. I barely registered the sound of the bullet cutting through the room before I saw Eric fall—his body crumpling to the floor in a twisted heap. The world slowed around me, the harsh reality of the situation sinking in like a stone in my stomach.I wanted to scream, to run, to do anything, but the chaos had already overtaken us. Damian’s chest heaved beneath me as he slumped, blood staining his shirt. I barely noticed the pain in my own arms as I tried to keep him upright, my hands trembling as I pressed them to the wound on his side.“Damian! Damian, stay with me!” I hissed, my voice breaking. His face was pale, his lips barely moving as he blinked up at me, dazed."Naomi…" he whispered, his voice hoarse."Damian, you can’t leave me," I begged, pressing my lips to his forehead, desperate to hold onto him. "I need you. Please, fight for us."His eyes flickered closed, but I wasn’t ready to lose him—not like this,
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Olivia murmured, flipping through the thick stack of papers with trembling hands. Her gaze flickered from the documents to me, a mix of disbelief and concern clouding her face. “This can’t be real.”I stared at the papers in her hands, my heart pounding. The room was silent except for the soft rustle of the pages. My fingers gripped the edge of the table, but I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the papers that told a story I never expected to hear. Not about Damian. Not about us.Olivia leaned forward, her eyes scanning the final page. “Naomi, look at this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.I moved closer, ignoring the racing pulse in my neck. My gaze moved over the documents—legal papers, birth certificates, and something that made my chest tighten. A family tree. A name I didn’t recognize. It looked like it had been taken straight from some ancient archive, but it was there, unmistakable.Damian Cross, the billionaire I had married, the man wh
“You’re sure this is true?” I asked, my voice trembling as I stood beside Damian in his private office, staring down at the stack of documents. The truth was unfolding in front of me, but I couldn’t bring myself to believe it. Could this be real?Damian, his expression unreadable, took a slow breath and nodded. “It’s true. My grandfather, Richard Harrington, is from one of the oldest and most powerful families in Europe—the Montagues. They’ve been trying to get me to take back the name, to reclaim what’s rightfully mine. My legacy.”I swallowed hard. My world had always been a whirlwind of wealth and power, but this… this was something entirely different. The Montagues. A name that held more weight than anything I could’ve imagined. And it was Damian’s.“They want me to be the man they’ve always hoped I’d be. The heir to their empire. But I’ve rejected it. I won’t be anyone’s puppet, Naomi,” Damian said, his voice growing steadier with every word.I stood there, trying to process the
"Naomi," Damian's voice is steady, but I can hear the underlying tension. He stands in front of me, tall, his jaw clenched with determination. His eyes—once cold and unforgiving—are now filled with something else. Something that I've only dared to dream of. A deep, unspoken desire to protect.I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate lace on my wedding dress. It feels heavy. The weight of the moment isn't just in the fabric, but in the storm that’s about to hit us. Our wedding. Our vows. I never expected this to be my life."I won’t run," Damian says, as if reading my mind. "I’ve been running from the truth, from Richard, from Charlotte, from everything that has brought me to this point." His hand reaches out, taking mine gently. "But no more. I’m not backing down. This is our moment. No one will stop us."His grip tightens slightly, and I feel the warmth of his touch seep into me, anchoring me to the reality of what’s about to happen. Despite the chaos, despite the dange
"Naomi! Get down!" Damian's voice sliced through the chaos, pulling me to the floor as a shot rang out. My heart pounded in my chest as I collided with the cold marble, the echo of the gunshot still vibrating through the walls. It all happened so fast—one moment we were standing at the altar, about to declare our vows and the next, the world had exploded into a violent blur.I could feel Damian's body pressed against mine, his arms protective, and instinctual, as he shielded me from whatever was happening. The smell of his cologne, that ever-present scent that had once felt suffocating, now comforted me as I tried to make sense of the devastation unfolding around us."Stay down," Damian growled, his grip tightening around me.My pulse raced as I peeked over his shoulder, trying to understand the source of the violence. The church was in chaos—people screaming, running, some scrambling for cover, others frozen in shock. I could barely make out the figure who had fallen in the center of
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