Chapter Eighteen: Lena's TearsLena's PovPain.That was the first thing Lena felt as her consciousness began to return. It started as a dull ache in her body, spreading like a storm cloud until it pressed down on her chest, suffocating and unrelenting. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she winced at the harsh light of the hospital room. Everything smelled sterile—too clean, too cold.It took a moment for her eyes to focus, but when they did, the first thing she saw was Damian. He sat by her bedside, his large frame hunched forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tightly. His head was bowed and his dark hair fell into his face. He looked. tired. Broken, almost."Damian," she croaked, low and dry and raw.His head shot up immediately, his sharp eyes locking onto hers. Relief washed over his face, softening his usual hard expression. “Lena,” he said, his voice gentle but strained. “You’re awake.”Tears sprang to her eyes, unbidden and unstoppable. She turned her face away, biting her
Chapter Nineteen: UnravelsDamian's POVThe first morning rays peeked through the curtains as Damian sat amidst the dull glow of his private office. He hadn't slept, not even for a second. The happenings of the past night replayed in his mind like a broken record. The look on Lena's face, her tears, her accusations… they haunted him.He fisted his hands as he stared blankly at the half-empty glass of whiskey on the desk. It did nothing to drown his guilt or ease the storm that had been raging inside him."I will fix this," he muttered, mostly to himself. "I have to."A knock at the door broke through his thoughts. His right-hand man, Marco, stepped inside."We caught one of them," Marco said, keeping his voice low and cautious. "He's in the basement."Damian rose at once, his face hardening. "Good. I want answers." newPath Press---Scene 1: The InterrogationThe basement air was damp and cold, a stark contrast to the heated rage inside Damian. Tied to a chair, with his head hanging
Chapter Twenty : Conversation Lena's POVThe sun streams through my window, painting warm streaks of gold across the pale walls. Home. After days in the sterile confines of the hospital, I am finally back within the comfort of my own space-though it doesn't feel as comforting as it should. The events of the last few days replay over and over in my head-the attack, the pain, the overwhelming fear. But through it all, there was Damian. He was always there, a lurking shadow who refused to let go, by my side, so I was never lonely.Even now, standing by the door to my bedroom, I could have sworn he is close enough that I might feel the weight of his protection-the halo of a shield that I never asked for, yet somehow need. My body heals, but my heart is heavier than it has ever been. The questions that gnaw at me aren't answered, and my trust in Damian is very much compromised. Still, his devotion cannot be denied, and it is just that contradiction which spins my head around.Damian has b
Chapter Twenty-One: Confrontation Lena's POV The morning light seeps through the curtains. The gentle warmth is such a stark contrast to the cold knot twisting in my stomach. I hardly slept tonight. Every time I closed my eyes, Bianca's words rang inside my head like a knell of death. Her threats, Damian's hesitation, and it all feels like a jagged blade slicing through whatever fragile trust I had managed to build. I push the blanket aside and swing my legs off the bed, planting my feet on the cold floor. My body aches, but it's nothing compared to the storm raging inside me. The only way forward is through. I have to confront Damian. No more running from the truth. I open my door and step into the hall with trembling hands. The fresh coffee scent fills the air, together with the faint sound of Damian's movements in the kitchen. My heart pounds as I walk towards him, each step heavy with dread and determination. When I finally make it to the kitchen, he's standing by the sto
Chapter Twenty-Two: The Quiet Before the StormLena's POVThe silence between Damian and me had stretched out for what felt like an eternity. I had tried to focus on the mundane, the daily routine that seemed to be the only thing grounding me in this house of chaos. I went through the motions—serving him, staying in the background, pretending like everything was okay when it so clearly wasn’t. But the tension in the air, the unspoken words between us, grew heavier with each passing minute.It wasn’t just Bianca’s presence lingering in the background anymore; it was the weight of my own emotions. The truth of what Damian had said to me, the promise he made to me—it all collided in my mind. But a part of me didn’t know how to feel about it anymore. Was I really willing to allow myself to believe that Damian was finally choosing me over her? Could I even trust him again after everything that had happened?I was still struggling to find my place in his life. I could no longer ignore the c
Chapter Twenty Three : Bianca's TensionLena's POVI could feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears as Bianca's cold eyes bored into me. The fragile hope I had allowed myself to feel, those moments with Damian where the world felt softer, kinder, crumbled beneath the weight of her presence.Damian didn't say anything for a moment. His jaw clenched, his hands fisted at his sides, and I could tell he was holding himself back. But Bianca looked like she was enjoying the tension in the room."Bianca, what are you doing?" Damian's voice was low-a warning laced with irritation. "What are you doing here? I thought you are smart enough to understand the situation that you don't just badge into my house anytime you feel like again"She didn't bat an eyelash. Instead, she stepped further into the room, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor. "I could ask you the same thing," she said, her tone icy. "You promised me, Damian. Promised me that she-" she jabbed
Chapter Twenty-Four: Alex's Secret ArrivalThe night air was still, the slightest trace of jasmine carried inside on the breeze from the garden. I sat hunched over the kitchen table with my hands clasped, tightly wrapped around the coolness of my now teacup cold cup of tea, I wasn't drinking-it just held it for the Lukewarm presence it did and anchored me. The house was quiet-a dense silence that made every groan of the floorboards, every whisper of the wind, seem amplified. Damian hadn't returned yet, and the tension in my chest had eased just a little, though my thoughts were anything but calm.I stared out the window, the moonlight painting silvery patterns across the grass outside. Damian's face flashed in my mind-his eyes, cold and calculating, yet so unexpectedly gentle at times. The memory of his rare kindness confused me. Was I starting to depend on it? Starting to depend on him?It was a thought that grated on me deeply, but nothing compared with the ache every time I thought
Chapter Twenty-Five: Shifting LoyaltiesThe night after Alex's visit was a blur of restless pacing and whispered prayers. I couldn't shake the look in his eyes or the weight of his words. I'll come back for you. They echoed in my mind like a siren's call, pulling me into a sea of confusion and guilt.But there was no room for guilt in this house. Damian would sense it, just like he sensed every other crack in my armor. And when he did, there would be consequences.The morning sun brought no relief, only a growing sense of dread. I moved through my chores with mechanical precision, careful not to draw any attention to myself. Damian had left early, as he often did, but his presence lingered in the house like a storm cloud.By the time he came back in the afternoon, I was in the kitchen, scrubbing the counters like they would clean the chaos inside my head."Lena," his voice called from the hallway, sharp and commanding.I froze, the sponge falling from my hand. "Yes?" I called out, try
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty a one: A Perilous MissionLena's POVThe night was abnormally still as I crouched next to Logan behind a row of abandoned boxes outside the warehouse. The cold wind nipped my skin, but the surging adrenaline coursing through my veins prevented me from feeling it. This was it. Bianca's operation. One of her most important warehouses, where she had stored weapons, money, and intel that could be used against her. Blowing it up would eliminate a good chunk of her might.It wasn't just a matter of incinerating her resources, though. It was a matter of finding out what she had in store. Why she had allied herself with Antonio Ricci.Logan handed me an earpiece, his expression serious. "Stay close. No unnecessary risks. If something does go wrong, we leave right away."I grinned wryly. "Oh, you don't trust me?"He glared at me. "I trust you. I don't trust this place."He wasn't joking. The warehouse was heavily guarded. Security cameras were around every corner
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Lena's ChoiceLena's POVI lay in bed beside Damian, my hands holding him tightly. His face was pale, breathing labored but slowed. Having him like this—so broken and open and vulnerable—was like having someone poking an icicle deep into my heart. I never saw him in this manner before. Damian was always standing, always directing everything. But now, he was hanging by a thread barely.And this is all Bianca's doing.I swallowed the lump in my throat, and fought to keep my cool. I didn't have time to lose it. I didn't have time to let fear get the best of me. Bianca wasn't finished yet. She had already demonstrated how far she would go. And if I just sat here, waiting for Damian to wake up, she would come after us again.I couldn't let that happen.I needed to do something.I needed to stop this.I breathed in deeply and looked over at Logan, standing by the door. His arms were crossed, his face inscrutable, but I could tell there was tension in his stanc
Chapter One Hundred and Nine: The Escape (Lena's POV)The sound of gunfire echoed through the air, my own heart pounding against my ribcage. There was madness inside the warehouse—shouting, running, bullets ripping through walls. I blinked through dust and smoke, but I did not have time for fear. Logan was beside me, firing at Bianca's men while I held onto Damian, trying to keep him awake.He was too white. Too quiet. His chest rose and fell shallowly, and blood trickled through the bandages I'd slapped across his wound."Stay with me," I breathed, jostling him lightly. His eyelids trembled, but he didn't move.Logan ducked behind a stack of crates, reloading his pistol. "We have to go now," he exclaimed, sounding frantic. "They're on top of us.".I swallowed and nodded. My body trembled, but I steadied myself against it. Now was not the time to be afraid."We can't get out the front," Logan said. "They're too numerous."I looked around for another way out. The warehouse was big, but
Chapter One Hundred and Two: Hiding in the Shadows(Lena's POV)Blood scented the air in the vehicle. It was heavy, pungent, and metallic. My hands trembled as I pushed the cloth harder against Damian's wound, trying to cut off the flow of blood. His skin felt hot to the touch, and his breathing shallow."Stay with me," I whispered, my voice nearly drowned out by the hum of the engine.Logan gripped the wheel with tightly clenched fists, his eyes fixed on the road. City lights flashed by us as we sped through the black streets, headed towards a place I had never been to before."We're almost there," Logan muttered, his voice strained.Damian grunted deep in his throat, bracing in his chair. His jaw was clenched, his fists balled. He was struggling with the pain, resisting to allow it to consume him. But I could see how his eyelids were fluttering, the way his energy was seeping away.I'd never seen him so vulnerable.My heart pounded inside my ribcage as I cinched the cloth tighter on
Chapter One Hundred and seventeen: Escape in the DarkLena's POVThere was a single loud gunshot, a slicing cut into the night like a blade. It was a deafening crunch that wedged itself in my ears, pushing out the rest of the world.I froze. My heart stilled. My body froze.For a moment, I wasn't sure if I'd been hit.I hurt nothing—nothing ached or burned. But the quiet after the shot was stifling, a heavy weight of importance suspended in the air.And then I heard it. The hitch of breath, the low, agonized grunt.My gaze snapped to Damian.He crumpled back, his fingers digging into his ribs, clenching his side. Blood seeped through his black shirt, staining it a deep, dark red."Damian!" I exclaimed, racing towards him.His eyes never dimmed, his jaw still set, his face contorted in a scowl, but he didn't collapse. He didn't stumble. Injured, he stood—lethal, unstoppable.Against the wall, Bianca gripped the smoking gun in trembling hands. Her eyes were wild, her face vacillating be
Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen: The ChaseDamian's POVThe moment I stepped out of the warehouse, my phone rang. Logan's name was on the screen. I answered in a flash, my voice cold."Tell me you found her."I didn't like the silence, so I waited."We tracked her phone," Logan said. "But it was discarded three blocks from the estate. She's off the grid."My fist clenched around the phone. I knew what that accomplished. Bianca had done it intentionally. She had had Lena under wraps to avoid tracking. My chest seethed with rage and something deeper beneath—fear.Lena was in danger.I gave orders to my men, my voice coldly. "I want everyone on hand out searching for her. Every street corner, every surveillance camera. If anyone even caught a glimpse, I want to know about it."They scattered at once, wiser than to linger. My head was pounding, my pulse a beat of tension. I had kept Lena in the dark, thinking I could shield her from Bianca's manipulations. And now she had been yanked into
Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen: Cret CloserDamian's POVI stood in the middle of my office, staring at the map laid out on the table. My mind was racing, every thought slicing like a knife. I knew Bianca was brewing something big, and with Ricci involved now, things had become dangerous.Bianca wasn't just attempting to make my life complicated anymore. She was hell-bent on ruining me completely. And the worst, she was using Lena as a pawn.I tightened fists.I could not let that happen."Boss." Logan's voice snapped me out of my contemplation. He was at the door, his face serious. "We got more information."I stood up. "Tell me."Logan came in, closing the door. He placed a folder on the desk, but I didn't need to open it to know it was bad news. The tension on his face told me so."She's dating Ricci again," he told me. "Tonight. Same place as before."I gradually let out a breath, holding back my anger. "And?"Logan paused for a moment before going on. "They have something planne
Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen: TrappedLena's POVThe house was heavy with tension. Damian had been tight since the explosion, snapping orders at his men, making late-night calls, and taking off for hours at a time without informing me where he was going. I could feel the shift in the atmosphere—the war had begun at last.And I was caught in the middle.I remained in the living room, gazing at the dancing flames within the fireplace. The heat would have been calming, but instead, it was a reminder of the explosion—the roar of the sound, the shaking walls, the moment that I thought I was going to die.There were so many questions I wanted answered, yet no one was giving them to me.The men in the house avoided eye contact with me. They were keeping something from me. Even Logan, the one who had tried to be nice to me at least, had been chilly. Damian was keeping things from me, and I was sick of it.I needed some answers.I stood up and made my way towards his office. The door was o
Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen : The Chase Begins(Damian's POV)The scent of smoke and blood hung in the air as I loomed over the dead form of the man who had tried to abduct Lena. My fists were clenched at my sides, my temper barely under control.He was one of Bianca's men. That much was certain. But before I could get a word out of him, he had bitten down on something hidden in his mouth—cyanide, most likely.A tidy, efficient way to avoid talking.I expelled a rough breath. Bianca wasn't playing games anymore. She was escalating, putting me on the brink. And if she thought that she could take Lena away from me, she had another think coming.Logan intervened, his face stern. "We searched him. There wasn't much on him—no ID, no money. But we did have this."He handed me a phone. The screen was cracked, but it worked. I rapidly scrolled through it and found nothing but a single unread message."Take her to the docks. Midnight."My grip around the device hardened. Midnight was unde