The morning light crept through the curtains, spilling over Chloe and Damien, sweeping them in their soft embrace. Chloe stirred, her gaze locking on Damien, who was still asleep beside her. His chest rose and fell steadily beneath her, his breathing deep and even. She felt his warmth seep into her skin, the feel of him was a comforting presence.She couldn’t help herself, she traced the lines of his jaw with her fingers, marvelling at the way his face was perfectly structured.His eyes fluttered open at her touch, locking onto her with a familiar intensity that made her heart skip.“What are you doing?” Damien’s voice was husky with sleep, the rough edges making her pulse quicken.Chloe smiled softly, her fingers brushing through his hair. “Just looking at you. I like this, being here with you.”His eyes softened for a moment, his usual guarded demeanour slipping ever so slightly. “Me too,” he murmured, his voice laced with warmth as his hands slid down her arms, pulling her closer t
The morning sun filtered through the hospital blinds, throwing soft golden light across the sterile white sheets.Ryan sat on the edge of the bed, the cool floor grounding him as he slid on his shoes, slower than usual. His body still ached, reminders of what had happened clinging to his muscles.But it wasn’t the bruises that bothered him the most—it was the silence. The things he hadn’t said. The truths that pressed against his throat but never made it out.Sienna stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching him with that quiet intensity she was so good at.She tilted her head observing his shaky movements. “You sure you’re ready for this? Going back into the world like nothing happened?” she asked.He didn’t look at her. “Yeah, I am Sienna, I’m good.”“How can you be good, Ryan? You were kidnapped.” she pressed.Ryan nodded, buttoning up his shirt with steady fingers. “I know that but I need to move on from it.”Sienna stepped further into the room unconvinced. “You still won’t tel
Ryan’s fingers tightened around the envelope as he stood frozen in Damien’s office. The air between them was thick—years of history, betrayal, and unspoken things hanging like a weight.“Damien,” Ryan’s voice cracked slightly. “Please… I need your help. You can’t let him come for me.”Damien’s eyes were hard and unreadable. “I understand perfectly,” he said. “And there’s nothing I can do.”“But you’re not like this,” Ryan pressed. “I know you. I know you’re not… heartless. And I know you don’t want to do this. Please. Just—just talk to him. Make it stop.”Something flickered in Damien’s gaze. Something that resembled mercy, grace, and pity.But it was gone just as quickly.Damien leaned back in his chair, nodding toward the invitation. “You forget I’m not done with you yet.”“I know, but not him please.“ Ryan said, his voice cracking. “I’ll take whatever you throw at me, but not him.”Damien nodded his head slowly. “He’s right, I have been gentle with you.” His eyes darkened.“That’s
The glass doors of CrossCorp slid shut behind Sienna with a hiss that felt more personal than mechanical.Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor of the lobby moments earlier, but now the silence outside swallowed the sound entirely. The cold air hit her skin as she stepped onto the sidewalk, but she barely noticed it. Her thoughts were spiralling, replaying the confrontation in Damien Cross’s office—his face unreadable, his words curt, but his implication clear.He was involved. With Ryan. Somehow. And she was going to find out how.She pulled out her phone, the screen lighting up with the time—4:12 PM. Without hesitating, she hit Ryan’s name.He picked up on the third ring, his voice casual, almost too casual. “Hey.”“Where are you?” she asked, slipping into the back seat of her car. Her tone wasn’t accusatory. Yet.“Home,” he replied quickly. “Just got out of the shower. Why?”Sienna’s brows drew together. “I’m coming over.”There was a pause. Just a second. Barely. But
Sienna sat at the edge of Ryan’s unmade bed, the morning sun creeping in through the slats of his blinds. The apartment was quiet—too quiet. Ryan had left early, claiming he needed to run errands. No kisses, no coffee, not even a “see you later.” Just a rushed departure and a trail of silence that felt like a ghost brushing past her shoulder. She should’ve gone home last night. She should’ve walked away the moment he lied about the job interview. But something in her refused to leave—not when she knew he was hiding something. Her eyes scanned the room again. Jeans tossed over a chair. The faint scent of his cologne in the air. His black coat still hanging by the door. He hadn’t worn it this morning, she realized. It was the same one he wore yesterday—when he left for that mysterious “interview.” Sienna stood, walked over, and slipped her hand into the pocket. There was a key, a wallet, and an unsealed envelope. Her stomach tightened. She pulled it out slowly, turning it ov
Damien didn’t move. He stood in the doorway, one hand still on the knob, the other clenched by his side. His eyes flicked over Sebastian, taking in the perfectly pressed coat, the faint scent of spice and mint that always seemed to follow him, and the maddening calm with which he carried himself.Sebastian, in turn, looked past him and into the house with a casual sort of interest—like he was inspecting something he already owned.“I suppose this is the part where you invite me in?” he asked, arching a brow.“Suppose it isn’t.” Damien says in return.Sebastian chuckled under his breath. “Still stubborn. I see some things haven’t changed.”Then, without waiting for permission, he stepped forward. Damien didn’t move aside, but he didn’t stop him either. Sebastian slipped past him like smoke.Inside, he glanced around with a discerning eye, nodding slowly.“Nice place,” he said. “Minimalist, expensive. Very you.” He paused, then added, “And I must say—your house staff is quite impressive
Ryan stared at the text message on his phone like he had just seen a ghost.He had not received a text from Damien in years and now that he did? Damien was asking to see him.Ryan didn’t know what to make out of it.Was Damien finally ready to give him a listening ear? Or was this another way to lure him into the unknown?He quickly dialled the number that texted and the receiver answered on the first ring.“You have a lot of nerve calling me, don’t you?” Damien’s voice came in strong on the other end.“I…” Ryan stammered. “I just wanted to make sure it was really you.”“Hmmm” Damien murmured. “9:30 sharp. Don’t keep me waiting Hastings.”Before Ryan could say a word, Damien hung up the phone and took in a deep breath.Damien stood at the window, staring out at the quiet street beyond the gate. His breathing was heavy, arms folded across his chest.His phone came down from his ear and his arms hung by his side.Chloe watched him from the sofa, still wearing his shirt and nothing else
Damien stood at the far end of the rooftop of CrossCorp wind cutting through his jacket as he lit a cigarette. He rarely smoked—but when he did, it meant something was gnawing at him. The city stretched out below in a blur of noise and colour, oblivious to the storm brewing within him.He didn’t flinch when he heard footsteps approaching from behind.“I thought you quit,” a familiar voice said.Damien turned his head slightly. Ethan stood there, hands in his coat pockets, looking every bit the calm centre Damien could never quite be.“I did,” Damien muttered, exhaling smoke. “Guess I’m backsliding.”“You should stop, smoking never looked good on you,” Ethan said.Damien shook his head slightly. “Took you long enough. I thought you’d finally left me to my family chaos.” “Well, ‘chaos’ is an understatement when it comes to your family. But luckily you’re a part of mine so I’ll keep you in check.”“Welcome back”. Damien said. A smile tugged at his lips.“It’s good to be back. Besides I
The air around Damien and Chloe stilled for a moment. He rubbed his fingers on his chin as he spoke through the tension in the room.“There’s something you need to know,” He muttered.Chloe’s hands dropped from where they’d been folded across her chest. Her eyes didn’t narrow. Her jaw didn’t tense. She just nodded once, quiet and open.“Okay,” she said softly. “Tell me.”Damien opened his mouth. The words hovered on the edge of his breath, heavy and bitter, ready to bleed out.But before he could say a word his thoughts were interrupted by the ding of the doorbell.The sound snapped between them like a crack in the air.Chloe flinched slightly, then looked toward the door. “Hold that thought,” she murmured, already moving.Damien stayed frozen for a beat, hands still curled at his sides. His heart pounded—not from nerves, but from the universe’s timing. He exhaled slowly, trying to shake it off, and turned just in time to catch the soft glow of her phone lighting up on the table.Ther
Sienna knocked on the white oak door in front of her. She stood tall on the familiar porch she walked away from years ago.She remembered the memories she had on that porch.The flowers she and Chloe used to decorate the doors. The muddy puddles they splashed in splattered on the walls.But her thoughts were interrupted by the subtle creaking of the door opening. She looked up to see the face of the woman she hadn’t seen in years.She had aged well but her grace hadn’t faded one bit.Miranda Bennett stared at her daughter like she had seen a ghost.“Sienna,” she said shortly—almost a whisper.Sienna nodded her head in confirmation. “Mom.”A moment of silence settled between the two women. Sienna gripped the strap of her purse tightly as if this could make the situation any less real.“Come in sweetheart.” Miranda gestured into her home.Sienna stepped in carefully. Every move was slow and calculated.Her eyes scanned the living room. “I see you did some renovating.” She said, runnin
The rain hadn’t stopped. It tapped gently on the windows like a lullaby that never ended. Chloe blinked awake, still wrapped in her robe, the soft cotton sticking slightly to her skin from where her damp hair had soaked into the fabric during the night. The room was dim, lit only by the grey morning light that crept through half-closed curtains. Her eyes drifted to the nightstand. Her phone lay there, the memory of Sienna’s message creeping in. It was just a line but it was just enough to pull her out of whatever fragile place Damien had coaxed her into. Chloe exhaled, pushing the thought away like she had all night. Not now. Not yet. Because Damien was still there. Slouched in the armchair by the fireplace, his long frame folded into something almost boyish in sleep. One arm hung over the side, fingers twitching faintly like he was still fighting something in a dream. His wet clothes were gone—his jacket hung on the back of a chair, his shirt wrinkled on the floor ne
The rain came down in sheets, soaking Damien to the skin. He stood outside Chloe’s building, his hair plastered to his forehead, water dripping from his lashes, but he didn’t move from the buzzer.“Chloe,” he said again, his voice heavy, gravelly from the cold and everything else weighing on him. “Please.”The intercom clicked on. Her voice came through, cold as the air around him.“I said talk. You wanted to talk, so go ahead. I’m listening.”Damien closed his eyes, exhaling a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.“Not like this.”He looked up at the speaker box as if it were her face.“Not through this damn thing.”“Well, I don’t care. You can yell through the rain for all I care. Maybe next time, bring a phone. That way you’d know I’ve been trying to reach you.”His throat tightened. “I know.”He stepped back slightly, rain streaking down his face like tears. “I saw the messages. I’m sorry.”“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Damien.” She snapped.“I know that too.” He says quickly.There w
Damien couldn’t take his eyes off his brother as he stood in the doorway. His shoulders were broader, his face sharper, but the resemblance still ran deep in their blood. He looked tired but not broken.“Four years, huh?” came the deep, rough voice.“You got taller.” He said chucking.Damien pursed his lips, he shifted in his seat.“You got older.”Marcel let out a dry, bitter chuckle as he approached the chair opposite him.He settled into the chair, his body opposing every movement.“Yeah, prison tends to do that.”They sat in silence that said too much. Damien looked at his brother, and for a second, guilt flickered in his eyes.“I didn’t know if you’d see me,” Damien said.“Didn’t think you’d come,” Marcel replied, folding his arms. “But I figured Sebastian got to you.”Damien gave a small nod.“He said it was time.”“It was time years ago.” Marcel leaned forward, elbows on the table. “But I guess now that the family name is burning, you all remember who you left behind.”Damien s
The night felt colder after he left.Chloe hadn’t moved from the spot by the door. She stood there for what felt like forever, her fingers still curled around the edge of the doorknob, like if she let go, something in her would unravel.The apartment was quiet. Too quiet.Even the hum of the fridge or the occasional creak of the building felt distant. Like background noise in a world that had suddenly stopped making sense.Sebastian’s voice was still echoing in her mind.“You’re not what he needs.”“He might love you. But that doesn’t mean he’ll choose you.”She swallowed hard, the burn of humiliation and heartbreak crawling slowly up her throat. She had faced a lot in her life—more than most—but something about the way he’d spoken to her, the cold authority in his tone, made her feel small in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.Not weak.Just… uninvited. Like an outsider in a story, she thought she was part of.She walked slowly back toward the couch, Damien’s hoodie still wrapped
Chloe sat curled on the couch, wrapped in one of Damien’s oversized hoodies—the dark navy one that still smelled faintly like him. Her phone was clenched in her hand, the screen dim and lifeless. She hadn’t looked away from it in over an hour.She had called. Again. And again. And again.There were five missed calls. All from her.The last one was just twenty minutes ago.She hadn’t left another voicemail. What was the point? The first two had said enough. The second even ended with a weak laugh, one meant to cover the crack in her voice. She hated that she’d sounded needy. She hated even more that she was needy right now.Sighing, she unlocked the screen and stared at the call log. His name sat at the top like a ghost: Damien Cross.No returned call.No message.Not even a read receipt on the text she sent earlier. She opened it again:“Are we still on for tonight? Let me know when you’re close.”It was delivered. That was it.A lump formed in her throat. She tilted her head back aga
Ryan didn’t move. He couldn’t.Sebastian’s voice hung like a blade suspended inches from his throat.He couldn’t look away. He didn’t dare look at Damien either—who sat silently, watching like this had all been rehearsed. Because maybe it had.Sebastian stepped further into the room, every movement slow and scary. He didn’t rush. He didn’t need to.Ryan rose to his feet instinctively, but his legs felt unsteady. “You didn’t expect me, did you?” Sebastian asked, tilting his head like he was inspecting a bug beneath glass. “That’s Damien’s problem. He gives people hope they don’t deserve.”“Sebastian…” Ryan croaked, but even he didn’t know what he was trying to say. An apology? An explanation?Sebastian waved his hand. “Don’t embarrass yourself, Ryan. You’ve already done enough of that for a lifetime.”Ryan let out a sigh, his pulse ringing in his ears.“What’s the most important thing you were taught, Ryan?” Sebastian asked.Ryan’s voice came in low, almost a whisper.“That family is
Damien stood at the far end of the rooftop of CrossCorp wind cutting through his jacket as he lit a cigarette. He rarely smoked—but when he did, it meant something was gnawing at him. The city stretched out below in a blur of noise and colour, oblivious to the storm brewing within him.He didn’t flinch when he heard footsteps approaching from behind.“I thought you quit,” a familiar voice said.Damien turned his head slightly. Ethan stood there, hands in his coat pockets, looking every bit the calm centre Damien could never quite be.“I did,” Damien muttered, exhaling smoke. “Guess I’m backsliding.”“You should stop, smoking never looked good on you,” Ethan said.Damien shook his head slightly. “Took you long enough. I thought you’d finally left me to my family chaos.” “Well, ‘chaos’ is an understatement when it comes to your family. But luckily you’re a part of mine so I’ll keep you in check.”“Welcome back”. Damien said. A smile tugged at his lips.“It’s good to be back. Besides I