LOGIN"Shef, there’s definitely something wrong. Jenna just left, claiming she needed to deal with something… just like that,” Naina said, her voice tight with worry.Davina heard her, but her mind was elsewhere. Words floated around her like echoes, but none of them settled. She was too lost in the storm of her own thoughts.Questions gnawed at her, relentless.Whom could she trust? Was Michael worth her time? Had he tricked her all these years? Or was she making a mistake by not giving him a chance to explain? Would he bring the kids back, or was he himself being played by Damon?Until now, Damon hadn’t called, hadn’t spoken about the children.Was she wrong all along? Did Damon not have them? Was Michael the one keeping them safe?But then again, Damon’s words… they had sounded too genuine, too sincere to be another trick. Even now, she couldn’t reconcile the two years she had spent with him — years Annaida had painted as lies, years Damon himself had admitted were tainted.If Damo
The Knight Mansion was cloaked in uneasy silence. Damon sat sprawled on the couch in the living room, scrolling through his phone with sparkling eyes that betrayed unhinged anticipation. His body was bandaged, wounds freshly dressed, whip marks visible across his upper torso. Yet there was no exhaustion in him — only a restless energy, a predator waiting for the next move.At the bar counter, Alex tried to calm Ryan, who was already drowning himself in liquor, chugging one glass after another. The atmosphere wasn’t peaceful, but it wasn’t chaotic either — a fragile balance that could shatter at any moment.The balance broke when Michael stormed in.He looked furious, disheveled, half the buttons of his shirt undone, his hair a mess as if he had just rolled out of bed. His pace was quick, his rage palpable. He stopped abruptly in front of Damon, grabbing his collar, raising his fist to punch.But Damon was faster. He blocked the blow, though a faint whimper escaped his lips as his inju
Davina’s voice carried a calm edge, sharper than usual, as Jenny walked in.“Where were you until now, Jenna?”Jenny froze, her hesitation obvious. Davina looked more refreshed than she had in days, less turbulent, her composure unsettling after the chaos of recent events. Jenny avoided her gaze, mumbling quickly as she rushed toward her room.“Nothing to worry… had to take care of something.”Her dismissal was abrupt, suspicious. Davina and Naina exchanged startled glances but chose not to press her, continuing their discussion instead.Davina leaned back, her tone thoughtful.“Damon’s the smartest person I’ve ever met. And that counts for something, Naina. I’ve interacted with innumerable talents these past few years, but never anyone like him. The way his brain works…”She paused, noticing the teasing glint in Naina’s eyes, and glared.Naina smirked.“Admit it, Shef. You still love that man. That’s why you’re not even bothered about Mike being Damon’s brother. That’s why you don’t
Jenny leaned closer, whispering to Naina. “Is she sad because Mike didn’t respond?”Naina shook her head bitterly.“Come on, you should know better. It was us who put that idea in her head. She never wanted Mike — not more than a friend. I think she’s sad because she’s leaving without closure with Damon. It’s obvious she still loves him, even now. And from the way he’s acting, he has feelings for her too. I mean, he could have any woman in the world, yet he’s obsessing over her, claiming her as his wife, swooning over her in public. He gave his empire to her, didn’t retaliate even after knowing everything she did. All he did was stake his claim. From what Shef told us about her past and Damon’s actions… none of it makes sense. I feel like there’s a misunderstanding somewhere.”Jenny’s eyes widened. “You mean someone played them both?”Naina nodded slowly. “Maybe Annaida. Or his parents. I don’t know.”Jenny hesitated, testing the waters. “It could be Alex too, right? He liked Shifu…”
Shocked was an understatement. Davina felt as if someone had lit her body on fire and then doused her in ice water. Her skin burned, her veins froze, her mind refused to process what she had just heard. She even tried to convince herself she had misheard, that her ears were betraying her. But the silence in the room, the tension between Damon and Michael, told her otherwise.Michael noticed her shock but didn’t dare meet her eyes. Instead, he walked straight toward Damon, his movements stiff, his fingers trembling as he began unstrapping the restraints. Damon lay there smug, his bruised lips curling into a faint smile, watching her unravel.Davina’s gaze darted between them — Damon, battered but smirking, and Michael, guilty, nervous, his hands shaking as he freed Damon’s wrists. She didn’t even try to stop him. Her body felt paralyzed, her mind blank. Something inside her cracked, and she mumbled, almost incoherently:“Brother?”Damon’s head tilted, his voice dripping with mockery an
In a frantic state, Davina grabbed her car keys, ignoring Jenny’s questions, ignoring Naina’s worried gaze. She rushed outside, her movements erratic, her breath shallow. She needed to see Damon. She needed answers. She needed to demand why he had done this, why and how he had bound her to him even in his absence.She had prepared herself for war, even for her own destruction. But this? This was something else entirely. A trap disguised as triumph. A victory that felt like chains.The way things were unraveling terrified her — not just because of Damon’s cunning, but because she realized she had underestimated him. He had anticipated every move. And now, even stripped of his title, he had ensured she was tethered to him.Davina’s hands shook on the steering wheel as she drove. Her mind was a storm of fear, confusion, and dread.As Davina reached the place where Damon was kept, her steps were sharp, her breath uneven. Luke moved to follow, but she gestured firmly for him to leave. He p







