She blinked up at him, her vision blurry. “I’m fine,” she whispered, though it was a lie she could barely convince herself of. She was anything but fine. Her head swam, her body screamed in protest, and the emotional toll was heavier than she could bear.“Stop being stubborn,” Damien growled with a frown, his voice tinged with both frustration and fear. He gently lifted her, one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back. Despite her protests, she was too weak to resist. As he held her close, her head resting against his chest, the world around her began to blur into nothingness.His heart pounded in his chest as he carried her through the warehouse, the remnants of the battle still fresh around them. His men, who had stormed in behind him, were now sweeping the area, clearing bodies and securing the perimeter. Damien barely noticed them. His focus was solely on the woman in his arms, the one he had feared losing. He even forgot that Rapheal was standing there as the middle
……………The drive felt like an eternity, though it was barely twenty minutes before they arrived at one of the best hospitals in California. The moment the car stopped, Damien was out, scooping Eva into his arms once more. Medical staff, already alerted by his men, rushed to meet him at the entrance, leading him to a private room without hesitation.The doctors worked quickly, assessing her wounds and setting up IVs to replenish the blood she had lost. Damien stood outside the room, his jaw clenched, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he watched them work. He hated feeling powerless. Hated that there was nothing he could do but stand and wait.After what felt like hours, the doctors finished stabilizing her condition. One of them walked out of the room and approached Damien cautiously, well aware of the man’s reputation. “Mr. Cross, the miss you brought in had been stabilized. She’s lost a significant amount of blood, but she’ll recover with rest. Though she has sustained some
George leaned back on his chair with a complicated expression on his face. It was obvious that he was going through a series of things at the moment that he couldn't explain.“I want you to find out who is the person that did this to my granddaughter.” George instructed." I'm already on it before you tell me, father.” Raphael smugly answered, making George arc a brow at him." You arrogant son….. Which hospital did that second arrogant punk take my granddaughter to? I've been calling him but he chose to ignore my calls.” George asked,. deciding that getting into an argument with Raphael is not important.“I don't know where he took Eva to because I didn't have any men follow them. So if you want to know where they are, then wait until Damien Cross answers your call.” Raphael casually replied as he reached for his coffee again."What?! Why did you let that Damon Cross take my granddaughter without having our men follow them?! I can't reach that brat because he is ignoring me. Quick, f
---A week trickled by, and Eva remained in deep, unmoving sleep.Why hasn’t she woken up?!Damien’s frustration was spiraling into desperation. He moved restlessly around her hospital room, back and forth in an endless loop that wore tracks into the sterile tile floor. Shadows from the bright, clinical lights cast deep lines on his face, making his fatigue painfully visible. Each lap around the room sharpened his anger and fear, simmering dangerously beneath his rigid composure.He gritted his teeth, jaw clenching as the sterile, unmistakable scent of disinfectant hung in the air, scratching at his nerves. This place—he hated it. Hospitals felt like death traps, filled with ghosts of the sick and the wounded. And worse, this was the second time he’d found himself pacing like this, in just this setting, all because someone had hurt her.Two times. Twice, he’d arrived too late. Twice, she had been caught vulnerable in the crossfire.His hand raked through his hair once more, but it onl
Two and a half weeks later.Beep.Beep.Beep.The rhythmic beeping sound filled Eva’s mind, scratching at her patience. She groaned softly, frustration and irritation building as the relentless sound drilled into her thoughts.‘Why can’t it shut up?! How Annoying!’ Her hand moved slightly, but even that small action pulled a wince from her as pain flared through her muscles. Her body felt as though it had been shattered and pieced back together, each limb screaming with the memory of trauma. Her head throbbed, a dull, relentless ache that only worsened as she stirred.Suddenly, she heard a loud crash in the background. The sound jolted her, heightening her awareness of her surroundings. Someone had slammed something, perhaps a table or chair, against the wall. Shuffling followed, then a low, furious voice, sharp and menacing.“It’s been three weeks, and you still haven’t stabilized her condition? How incompetent and useless,” Damien’s voice thundered, dangerous and animalistic, more l
Eva’s own gaze shifted to him, taking in his disheveled appearance. The usually composed, immaculate man she knew was gone, replaced by someone raw and broken. His suit was wrinkled, his hair wild and unkempt, his face carrying the haunted look of sleepless nights and endless worry. She’d never seen him so unguarded, so utterly vulnerable.Slowly, she shifted in bed, a faint discomfort creeping into her as she looked past Damien to the others. Nathalia, her normally bubbly friend, looked crushed by emotion. Edwin stood off to the side, watching the scene unfold with a faint air of detachment, his gaze flicking between her and his brother as if gauging his reaction.“G-good morning.” Eva’s voice was barely a whisper, reminding them all she was truly awake.“Oh, Eva…” Nathalia choked on a sob, practically running toward the bed, her arms spread wide for a hug. “It’s two in the afternoon,” she added, laughter and tears mingling in her words as she reached for her friend.“I’m so glad you
Edwin rolled his eyes, staring down at her. “I’m older than you, Nathy. Whether he asked me or not, you still have to go.”Nathalia turned and glared back at him without saying anything, but it was obvious that she was stubbornly standing her ground.Eric let out a sigh and decided to put an end to the petty argument between both siblings. Did they not realize the boss’s woman had just woken up?“I’ll get it,” He said, stepping out to fetch the cup of water that had started the entire argument.A moment later, the door opened and Eric returned with a cup, filled to the brim with water. He walked past the two siblings and walked towards Damien before handing the cup to Damien. “The dispenser was literally right outside the door,” He muttered, rolling his eyes as he glanced at both Edwin and Nathalia. With how much they’d argued, one might think it had been miles away.Nathalia who clearly heard Shane pouted and ignored him. Her focus was turned back to her friend and when she glance
His voice was soft but insistent as he asked, “Where did you learn to wield a gun like that?” He kept his tone gentle, his eyes warm and steady as they held hers, a silent reassurance that she was safe with him. He hoped, prayed, that his open expression would draw her out, that she’d finally trust him enough to let him in.The quiet intimacy between them stunned his younger siblings, who stood watching, wide-eyed. Nathalia had already glimpsed this side of her brother, the softness and vulnerability he reserved only for Eva, yet seeing it again still took her by surprise. Beside her, Edwin was speechless, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. He’d never thought his usually stoic, no-nonsense brother was capable of this kind of gentle devotion. Who would have guessed that beneath his brother’s composed, polished exterior was a man willing to give his whole heart to someone like Eva?“I-” Already knowing what was going to come out of her, his voice grew firmer as he cut her off, “Don’t tr
Damien’s patience was wearing thin. He had no time for groveling and lies.Sensing his boss’s growing irritation, Eric opened his mouth to speed up the conversation, but before he could, Oliver burst into the room.“Hey, Mr. Piggy, could you shut up?” Oliver snapped, his bright yellow hoodie and ripped jeans contrasting with the grim atmosphere. He twirled a sleek switchblade in his hand, his boyish face betraying a sinister grin.Rex’s brows furrowed at the newcomer. Was this some kind of joke? Who let this disrespectful kid into the room? Besides, wasn't this one way too young to even be here? He was dressed naively young, like a baby chick with that bright clothes.“Hey, human garbage,” Oliver growled, his playful demeanor shifting in an instant. His eyes turned wild, and his grin morphed into something feral. “Don’t look at me like that.” He hurled his knife with terrifying precision, the blade grazing Rex’s neck and leaving a shallow cut. Blood trickled down, making Rex stumble b
Damien didn't speak, instead, he pulled out a gun, turning it around and examining it, a crude expression on his face.His right-hand man, Eric, stepped forward. Unlike his boss, Eric is also active and very talkative in this kind of moment when it comes to cleaning up filth like this."Take a guess," Eric said coolly, his tone sharp enough to cut glass.Rex’s eyes darted to Damien, who was calmly examining a sleek, custom-made gun. A shiver ran down his spine. He recognized the weapon—a modified Smith & Wesson, known for its devastating effects. The bullets it fired didn’t just kill, they tortured, leaving behind excruciatingly slow, acid-induced agony. It was an acid that burned through everything until the pearly white bone was exposed. That pain alone would have people begging for death over mercy.Mr. Damien, I-I’m not sure of the purpose of your visit. V-velvet vipers hasn’t interfered with the Cross’s business—”“Blood fist.” Damien’s icy voice cut through the tense atmosphere,
Just as Rex reached for his expensive wine again, the door to the room burst open with a thunderous crash, silencing the revelry in an instant. Crimson laser dots swarmed the room, targeting every man, freezing them in place.Rex barely blinked when he saw the commotion. It was not something new to have enemies barge into the place he was having fun. Probably, it would end with another threat conversation before the other party leaves. Calmly, he sipped his drink and set it down. But just as his fingers released the glass, a bullet shattered it, spilling the expensive liquor onto his custom Dior shoes."Bold little bastards," Rex muttered, his patience wearing thin. Reaching into his waistband, he pulled out a pistol.Upon seeing the lethal weapon in his hand, the women beside scattered like frightened mice, their shrieks piercing the tension-filled air. They weren't women who worked for the clan, instead, they were just simple escorts and prostitutes called in to please these big-sho
After switching the light on, her eyes landed on a set of bags near the couch. The scent of familiar dishes wafted through the air, and her heart twisted painfully. He had brought her favorite foods, likely intending to eat with her.He had wanted to eat with her. Her chest prickled with guilt and for a moment, she hesitated.But then she glanced at the shattered vase she had thrown in anger, and the guilt was replaced by frustration. Gathering the bags, she marched to the door and opened it to find Damien’s bodyguards standing stiffly outside.“You must be hungry standing out here all day,” she said, shoving the bags into their hands. “Take these. I’m not in the mood to eat.”The men exchanged bewildered glances.“Lady Boss, are you sure—”“If you don’t want them, throw them away,” she said curtly, shutting the door before they could protest further.“We can't really toss this away, can't we? This is too expensive." One of the bodyguards said, glancing at the bag while the others nod
His scowl deepened, and for a moment, she thought he might explode. But instead, he bit back whatever retort had been on the tip of his tongue. He knew that pushing her further would only backfire.“I understand you hate hospitals,” he said after a long pause, his voice gentler. “But staying here and resting is for your own good. You’re too stubborn to take care of yourself, so I have to do it for you.”Did he view her as a child? Why was he so persistent in keeping her here? She could recuperate somewhere else with a personal doctor — anything was fine, as long as it wasn't this chemical-filled location brimming with painful memories.Eva’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I don’t need your intervention.”His eyes narrowed, his irritation simmering just beneath the surface. “Don’t be stubborn—”“You’re a hypocrite,” she shot back before she could stop herself. Well, to some extent, she was hypocritical."Ehm, ehm……you demand me to not be stubborn, but here you are again, also being st
Eva felt her heart ache at the tone of Damien's voice, so small and fragile, like that of a lost child. Her chest tightened with guilt for having pushed him to this point. Her logical mind chastised her for taking things too far, while her heart yearned to soothe and comfort him.“Will you do it again?” she asked softly, her fingers tracing gentle circles over his rough, calloused hands.Immediately, his hand shifted to clasp hers tightly, intertwining their fingers in a firm yet comforting grip. Her heart skipped a beat at the gesture, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her lips.“I can’t promise you a definite no,” he admitted, his deep voice muffled as he rested his head on her shoulder. He breathed her in—the intoxicating, calming scent of jasmine filling his senses and clouding his mind. “But I will try my hardest to be lenient.”She paused, unsure how to respond. Sensing her silence, Damien tightened his hold on her fingers, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.“Are you sti
Eva’s heart pounded as she searched for a way to diffuse his anger. She knew that escalating this tension would only make things worse. Desperate, she decided to play a different card—a gamble.“Tell me, how would you like to handle the consequences? Perhaps I should start with—" He was interrupted when she abruptly stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. The suddenness of her action made him freeze in place.“What are you doing?" He blinked. "Damien," she murmured softly, her voice sweet and soothing. She pressed her face against his chest, rubbing her cheek against the silk of his shirt.His body stiffened, his clenched fists trembling at his sides. "This won't work," he said, though his voice had lost its sharp edge."I'm cold," she whispered, her words muffled against his chest."Eva," he warned, but his tone lacked conviction."Won’t you hug me?" She tilted her head up, gazing at him with wide, pleading eyes and a slight pout on her lips. Her heart ski
After bidding Belle goodbye and promising her one last time that she would return tomorrow, Eva walked down the hospital halls with a spring in her step. A soft hum escaped her lips, her arms filled with snacks Belle had insisted she take. The little girl had brightened her day and made her feel less alone in the dreariness of the hospital."You shout it out, but I can't hear a word you sayI'm talking loud, not saying muchI'm criticized, but all your bullets ricochetShoot me down, but I get up," Eva softly sang, her favorite song playing in her mind as she strolled back to her room. She smiled, wondering if her friend Nathalie would enjoy the snacks she was carrying.“I'm bulletproof, nothing to loseFire away, fire awayRicochet, you take your aimFire away, fire awayShe was in such a good mood that she even gently danced along the hallway to her. “You shoot me down, but I won't fallI am titanium………..”“You shoot me down, but I won't fallI am titanium” a low voice suddenly com
She paused, her mind flashing back to the countless fights, the shattered dishes, the cold silences that followed her every rebellion. "But I didn’t let their expectations control me. I chose my path, even when it meant walking away from them entirely." Eva let out a sigh, her gaze still focused outside the window. " I really loved it when I refused them, even though it would earn me being slapped senselessly. I always find pleasure somehow and I took pride in becoming the perfect, graceful black sheep of that damned family.” Belle hung on every word, her eyes wide with admiration and curiosity."But," She continued. “I only did it when I was a grown adult, legal enough to make my own choices. My plan wasn't perfect nor did it work in pleasing my family, but then again, why should I continue to please them when they were never family to me in the first place?" Eva gently moved her gaze back to Belle, leaning forward, "However, as someone who has gone through all that, you should k