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THE BLAKES MANSIONCarmela sat on the edge of her childhood bed, staring blankly at the familiar pale blue walls. The house smelled the same—faintly of lavender and fresh linen—but nothing about being home felt comforting. Not when her life had unraveled so spectacularly in the span of a single day.Her mother had tried to console her, but the weight of disappointment in her father’s eyes lingered, and her chest ached from it. Now, the silence of her room felt deafening.The door creaked open, and Lily stepped inside, her arms crossed and her brow furrowed.“Carmela,” she started, her voice sharp, “what the hell happened?”Carmela’s lips trembled. “I messed up.”“Messed up?” Lily closed the door behind her and sat down on the bed. “That’s putting it lightly, don’t you think? Damion threw you out. Pregnant. And let’s not forget, he’s the father.”“Keep your voice down,” Carmela whispered, her face crumpling.“Why?” Lily snapped. “You should’ve told him the truth!”Carmela flinched, her
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The moment Damion stepped out of the department, the tension in the room shifted. Mr. Graves, who had been shaking just seconds ago, now turned his fury toward Carmela.“You,” he hissed, his face red with anger as he loomed over her desk. “What the hell have you done now?”Carmela flinched, her hands clutching the edge of her chair. “I—I didn’t do anything.”“Didn’t do anything?” Graves spat, his voice low but venomous. “Do you have any idea what you’ve caused? Do you think Mr. Blackwood comes down here every day? He came because of you! Do you enjoy embarrassing me in front of the CEO?”“I didn’t mean to—” she started, but he cut her off with a sharp gesture.“Save it,” he snapped. “You’re lucky I’m not throwing you out of this building myself. If you screw up one more time, Blake, you’re gone. Do you hear me? Gone.”Carmela nodded quickly, her throat tightening with unshed tears.Before Graves could continue his tirade, a voice interrupted them.“Ms. Blake.”She turned to see one of
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Carmela sat stiffly in the chair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as Damion stared at her from across the desk. His cold, unreadable gaze pinned her in place, making her feel small and exposed.He leaned back in his chair, reaching into a drawer before pulling out a stack of papers. Without a word, he placed them on the desk and slid them toward her.Her eyes flicked to the papers, her breath catching as she read the bold words at the top.DIVORCE AGREEMENT.Her heart dropped.“Sign it,” Damion said, his voice devoid of emotion.Carmela’s head snapped up, her wide, tear-filled eyes meeting his. “What? Damion, I don’t—”“You heard me,” he interrupted, his tone sharp. “Sign the papers, Carmela. This… whatever this is, ends now.”“For Fuck SAKE! We’re in a work place.” Tears stung her eyes as she shook her head. “Why? Why are you doing this?”He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk as he fixed her with a hard stare. “Why?” he repeated, his voice low and cutting. “You mean
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The meeting had dragged longer than Damion anticipated, but his focus had been far from the agenda. His mind had been consumed with thoughts of Carmela—her tear-streaked face, her trembling voice as she insisted the child was his, and the look of utter devastation when he handed her the divorce papers.He hated how she had gotten under his skin, but more than that, he hated how the memory of her boss’s treatment earlier made his blood boil. He wanted to fire the man on the spot, but doing so would raise questions he wasn’t ready to answer.As the meeting concluded, he loosened his tie, his thoughts circling back to Carmela. His feet moved on their own as he made his way to the elevator, heading toward her department.When the doors opened to the lower levels, Damion stepped out and scanned the floor. The atmosphere was busy but tense, a reflection of the rigid leadership under Mr. Graves. Damion kept to the shadows, moving along the hall until he spotted her.Carmela stood by the prin
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Lily came rushing across the crosswalk, her face pale with panic as she dropped to her knees beside Carmela.“Carmela!” she exclaimed, gripping her shoulders. “Are you alright? What the hell just happened?”Carmela, still shaken, nodded weakly, her legs trembling as she tried to stand. “I… I’m fine,” she murmured, though her voice betrayed the fear still gripping her.“Fine?” Lily’s voice rose. “You were almost hit by a car! You’re shaking like a leaf—”Before Lily could continue, Damion’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade.“What were you thinking?” he snapped, his sharp gray eyes locked on Carmela. “Were you not paying attention? Didn’t you see the car coming?”His voice, cold and commanding, jolted her out of her daze. She turned to him, anger flaring in her chest.“What about you?” she shot back, her voice louder than she intended. “Did you see me? Or were you too busy rushing to wherever you were going?”Damion’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. But before he could respon
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The silence that fell over the table was deafening. All eyes were fixed on Damion as he stood towering behind Carmela, his presence consuming the space with an oppressive weight.Jason, the colleague who had been flirting just moments ago, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “M-Mr. Blackwood,” he stammered, his voice trembling.Without a word, Damion reached forward, gripping the back of Jason’s chair and pulling it back abruptly. Jason barely had time to stand before Damion sank into the seat, now directly across from Carmela.Her heart raced, her pulse thrumming in her ears as she locked eyes with him. His expression was unreadable, but the sharp intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine.“Don’t mind me,” Damion said coolly, leaning back in the chair and crossing his arms. “Continue with whatever you were doing.”The tension was palpable, the air so thick it was hard to breathe.Lily, ever the bold one, cleared her throat and plastered on a nervous smile. “Well, we were abou
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The table fell silent as Carmela’s hand slammed down, the glass teetering on the edge before tipping over and spilling its contents across the polished wood.“Carmela!” Lily exclaimed, grabbing a napkin and hurriedly trying to clean the spreading alcohol.But Carmela didn’t move. Her eyes were locked on Damion, her expression tight with anger and frustration.Damion’s hand lingered on hers for just a second longer before he let go, his gaze steady and unreadable.“What do you want from me?” Carmela’s voice trembled, not with fear but with suppressed rage.The group shifted uncomfortably, sensing the growing tension but unsure how to intervene.Lily, always one to protect her friend, nudged Carmela’s arm and whispered, “Carmela, don’t do this.”But it was too late. Carmela pushed back her chair abruptly, the sound grating against the floor, and stood. Without another word, she stormed off toward the bathroom, leaving behind a trail of uneasy silence.Inside the bathroom, Carmela grippe
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Damion sat stiffly in the backseat of the car, his fists clenched tightly on his lap. His hair, usually neatly styled, was disheveled, a testament to his frustration. He had left the café in a rush, his chest tight with an anger he couldn’t explain.His knuckles still ached from the punch he had thrown at the seat in front of him earlier, but the physical pain paled in comparison to the storm raging inside him.“Sir?” the driver asked hesitantly, glancing at him in the rearview mirror.Damion sighed, wiping at his lips with the back of his hand as though to rid himself of the lingering taste of alcohol. His sharp gray eyes focused out the window, where the café lights spilled into the dark street.“Where to, sir?” the driver asked again.Before Damion could answer, his phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a text.Elena: Where are you? I have a surprise for you. Come over.Damion stared at the message for a moment before exhaling sharply. “Take me to Elena’s house,” he said curtly
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Isabelle’s POV The house felt unbearably quiet without Nathan. Every tick of the clock on the wall seemed louder, each second pressing down on me with suffocating weight. The walls felt closer, the air heavier, the silence almost mocking. I sat curled on the couch, staring blankly at the framed picture of Nathan on the mantel. His bright smile, the way his eyes sparkled with innocence and trust—it was too much. Tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t cry. I couldn’t. Crying meant giving in to the fear clawing at my chest. It meant accepting the nightmare Walter had pulled me into. And I couldn’t break. Not when my son was out there, scared and alone. The sharp knock on the door jolted me out of my daze. My pulse spiked. I shot to my feet, half stumbling as I rushed toward the door. Please. Let it be the police. Let it be news. Let it be— I swung the door open, and my heart stopped. Damion stood there. And in his arms, cradled carefully, was Nathan. I couldn’t
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Kaia’s POV It had all started with a whisper. The first time Damion had mentioned the child, I knew something was wrong. The way his voice caught when he asked about Nathan, the way his eyes lingered on the boy as if searching for a reflection of himself—it was like watching a man unravel in slow motion. And I couldn’t let that happen. Not again. Because I knew, deep down, that if Nathan was Damion’s son, everything I had worked for—the life I’d carefully built with him—would fall apart. So I did what I always did. I found a way to control the narrative. It hadn’t been difficult. Manipulation never was when you understood a man’s vulnerabilities. And Damion’s greatest vulnerability was his desperate need for closure. I hadn’t even needed to convince him. “It’s the only way,” I had whispered to him weeks ago, the night we’d sat in his study, the tension thick between us. “If she won’t tell you the truth, we have to find it ourselves.” And he’d agreed. But now, a
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Isabelle’s POV The photograph trembled in my hands. Nathan—my sweet boy—blindfolded, vulnerable, and so far out of reach. The handwritten message beneath his image echoed in my mind. “You were warned. Now listen.” A cold knot twisted in my stomach. Walter. This was him. It had to be. I felt Damion’s presence behind me before I heard him speak. His voice was low, dangerous. “Let me see it.” I handed him the photograph with shaky fingers, my breath shallow. The moment his eyes scanned the image, his entire body stiffened. His jaw clenched so tightly I could hear his teeth grinding. The hand holding the photo curled into a fist, crumpling the paper slightly as his gaze darkened with rage. “Damion,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “What do we do? He’s my son. Our son—” “What?!” He turned sharply, his eyes burning with something unreadable. “Nathan is my son?!” I nodded nervously. I couldn’t lie to him anymore. It was for the best. He had to know the truth. If he’s
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Isabelle’s POV The sound of shattering glass ripped through the house like a gunshot. “Nathan!” My heart seized, and without thinking, I bolted toward the kitchen. Damion was right behind me, his voice sharp. “Stay behind me, Isabelle!” I didn’t listen. All I could think about was my son—my baby. The kitchen window was broken, shards of glass glittering across the floor, but it was the open back door that made my blood run cold. The wind howled through it, carrying the sound of tires screeching in the distance. He was gone. Nathan. I stumbled forward, my breath catching painfully in my chest. “Nathan! Nathan, where are you?!” Silence. The kind of silence that leaves a void, the kind that makes you realize something precious has been stolen from you. Damion’s hands caught my shoulders, pulling me back as I shook uncontrollably. “Isabelle—stop! Stop! He’s not here!” His voice was rough but controlled, his grip anchoring me as I felt like I was falling apart.
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Isabelle’s POV I stared at the message on my phone, the cold words burning into my mind. “You’re running out of time. Leave, or face the consequences.” Walter. I didn’t need proof. His fingerprints were all over this. The sudden sabotage of my contracts, the threatening text—it was his way of reminding me that I was nothing to him. That I was a problem he needed to erase. But the part that rattled me most wasn’t the threat itself. It was the fact that Walter knew I wouldn’t leave. Not this time. I set my phone down, inhaling deeply, fighting to steady my pulse. I wouldn’t be bullied. I wouldn’t let this man, or anyone else, push me out of my life. I had built everything from scratch. My business. My reputation. My home. But as I sat there, staring into the dimly lit living room, the ache in my chest was undeniable. Because I hadn’t just built this life for myself. I had built it for Nathan. The sound of his soft footsteps broke my spiral. “Mommy?” His sleep
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Isabelle’s POV The morning came with a sense of foreboding I couldn’t shake. I’d barely slept, my thoughts consumed by Walter Ryder’s warning and the weight of his veiled threat. It wasn’t just his words that unsettled me—it was the way he delivered them. Calm. Cold. Unrelenting. Nathan’s laughter floated from the living room as I sipped my coffee, his innocent joy a stark contrast to the storm brewing in my mind. I glanced at my phone, the unread messages from Brian a reminder that my life wasn’t just a mess—it was a tangled web, and I was caught in the center of it. Stephanie’s call came just as I was about to head to the office. Her voice was rushed, almost panicked. “Miss Everett, we have a situation.” I gripped the phone tighter. “What is it?” “Three of our major clients have pulled out of their contracts this morning,” she said, her voice trembling. “No explanation. Just… gone.” The room tilted slightly, but I forced myself to stay calm. “All at once?” “Yes,” s
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Isabelle’s POV Walter Ryder was a man whose presence lingered long after he left a room. Even now, as I sat in my office staring blankly at the door he had walked through, I could feel his cold, calculating gaze bearing down on me. His warning replayed in my mind, his words like shards of ice cutting through my resolve. “Take your son and disappear before Damion gets too close.” It wasn’t a suggestion—it was a threat. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. Walter Ryder had always been a puppet master, pulling strings from the shadows, and I wasn’t naïve enough to think his visit was just a courtesy call. He wanted me gone. He always had. But this time, I wasn’t running. Later that afternoon, I sat in my living room with Nathan, his laughter filling the space as he played with his toy cars. Watching him, I felt a pang of guilt. His innocence was a stark contrast to the storm brewing around us, and I hated that he was caught in the middle of it. “Mommy,” he
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Damion’s POV I stormed out of Isabelle’s house, her last words echoing in my mind. “He’s not yours. That’s all you need to know.” But I didn’t believe her. I couldn’t. The way she avoided my gaze, the tremor in her voice—it all screamed of something she was hiding. And I wasn’t about to let this go. My car sat idling on the curb, but I didn’t get in. Instead, I leaned against the hood, the cool night air doing little to calm the fire burning inside me. Nathan’s face lingered in my thoughts. The resemblance, the timing—it all fit. If Isabelle was lying, I’d find out. My phone buzzed in my pocket, breaking my train of thought. When I pulled it out, the name on the screen sent a chill down my spine. Walter Ryder. My father. I hesitated before answering, my grip on the phone tightening. “What do you want?” His voice was as cold and commanding as ever. “Damion. We need to talk.” “I don’t have time for this,” I snapped. “Whatever it is, I’m not interested.” “Oh, but yo
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Damion’s POV The sound of Kaia’s heels clicking away echoed in my head long after she was gone. Her words, her accusations, and the sharp tension between her and Isabelle still clung to me like smoke after a fire. Isabelle’s glare before she walked back into her office cut deeper than I’d expected. She’d blamed me, of course, and maybe she was right. But it wasn’t that simple. It never had been. I stood outside the building, staring at the glass doors she’d disappeared through. My heart ached, a feeling I’d thought I’d long buried. Isabelle Everett was under my skin in a way no one else ever could be. But then there was Nathan. Kaia’s pointed remarks about Isabelle’s son wouldn’t leave my mind. Every instinct in me screamed that there was more to this story than Isabelle was letting on. And if I wanted answers, I’d have to find them myself. I pulled out my phone and dialed Kaia. Kaia’s POV I was still seething by the time I reached my car, slamming the door shut with
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