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Chapter 10 I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my phone. The message from Kaia felt like a reminder of how much I hated her, but it was also laced with relief: “Damion is back home. The money helped, and we’re grateful for everything. Thought you’d want to know.” I reread it, trying to decipher her tone. Was she gloating? Sincere? I couldn’t tell. But one thing was certain—Damion was safe. And despite everything, a part of me still needed to see him, to hear it from him. Grabbing my coat, I hurried out the door. The streets were quiet as I drove toward the mansion. My heart pounded harder with every mile, uncertainty gnawing at me. What would I say? Would he thank me? Apologize for all the pain he’d caused? I shook my head, pushing the thoughts away. This wasn’t about me. It was about knowing I’d done the right thing. The Ryder mansion loomed ahead, its towering gates standing wide open. Strange. The house seemed unusually quiet, the lights spilling out from the window
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Lionel strolled further into the courtyard, his confidence filling the tense silence. His dark suit was immaculate, his eyes glinting with satisfaction as they darted between Damion, Kaia, and me. I froze, every nerve in my body screaming for answers as I tried to steady my breath. “Well,” Lionel drawled, clapping his hands slowly, “it seems the little charade has reached its climax. Bravo, Damion. Bravo, Kaia. Truly, an award-winning performance.” I turned to Damion, my heart hammering in my chest. “What is he talking about? Charade? Damion, tell me this isn’t true.” Damion’s lips parted, but no words came out. His jaw tightened, and he looked away, the silence damning. Lionel smirked, stepping closer. “Oh, come now, Damion. Don’t leave her in suspense. She deserves to hear the truth after all she’s done for you.” He shifted his gaze to me, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “You see, Isabelle, this wasn’t about saving Damion. It was never about his so-called ‘danger.’
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The cold night air wrapped around me as I stepped out of the mansion, my chest heaving with every breath. Tears streamed freely down my face, blurring the world into a haze of muted lights and shadows. Damion’s voice cut through the air behind me, sharp and desperate. “Isabelle, wait!” he shouted, his footsteps echoing as he followed me. “Don’t just walk away!” I spun around, my vision clouded with anger and heartbreak. “Walk away? What else is there to do, Damion? You’ve taken everything from me. My trust, my money, my dignity! What more do you want?” He stopped in his tracks, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “I didn’t mean for it to be like this.” “Didn’t mean for it to be like this?” I laughed bitterly, my voice cracking. “You planned this! You and Kaia and that vile man—Lionel! You schemed and lied and used me. And now you’re acting like the victim?” His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of regret in his eyes. But then his voice har
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Kaia stood in the grand sitting room of Damion’s mansion, her manicured nails tapping lightly against the phone in her hand. The room was silent, save for the faint ticking of the antique clock on the mantle. Her lips curled into a sly smile as she dialed a familiar number. The line rang twice before a deep, authoritative voice answered, “Kaia.” “Mr. Ryder,” Kaia purred, her voice smooth and controlled. “I was just thinking about you.” “Is everything under control?” Damion’s father, Walter Ryder, asked, his tone clipped and impatient. Kaia sauntered to the window, glancing out at the sprawling estate. “Of course. You doubt me?” “I don’t doubt you,” Walter replied, though there was a note of skepticism in his voice. “I just know how… unpredictable Damion can be. I need assurance that he’s staying focused.” Kaia’s smile widened. “Oh, he’s focused, all right. He’s exactly where we need him—wrapped around my finger. He’s been so busy trying to prove himself to you that he ha
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The morning of my mother’s memorial came with a heavy weight pressing against my chest. I stared at the mirror in my bedroom, my reflection a ghost of the person I used to be. My black dress hung loosely on my frame, a reminder of the sleepless nights and endless tears. Today wasn’t just about saying goodbye to my mother—it felt like saying goodbye to everything I’d once believed in. My phone buzzed on the dresser, and I glanced at it, hoping against hope to see Damion’s name. Nothing. Just a slew of messages from distant relatives and acquaintances offering their condolences. My heart sank further. I took a deep breath, brushing my fingers over the delicate pendant that hung around my neck—the one my mother had given me on my eighteenth birthday. “Mom,” I whispered, my voice trembling, “I hope I can make you proud today.” The small chapel was filled with the soft hum of voices as guests arrived. I stood at the entrance, greeting them with a forced smile, the ache in my chest
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Packing my life into boxes felt surreal. The tiny apartment I’d called home for years now seemed foreign, like a place that belonged to someone else—a broken, naive version of me. It was time to leave it all behind. The job offer from Crestfield City had been a beacon of hope in my darkest hour. My application had been accepted almost immediately, the response practically begging me to join their team. It was the lifeline I hadn’t realized I needed, pulling me away from the suffocating weight of this city and all its betrayals. As I sealed the last box and took a final look around, a soft knock sounded at the door. “Come in,” I called, brushing my hair out of my face. The door creaked open, and my landlady, Mrs. Bellamy, stepped inside. Her warm, weathered face held a mixture of sadness and encouragement. “I heard you’re leaving,” she said gently, her voice tinged with a maternal warmth I hadn’t appreciated enough. I nodded, offering her a weak smile. “Yeah. It’s time for
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The air between Damion and me was suffocating, thick with unspoken words and the weight of a past that neither of us seemed to escape. My fingers curled into fists at my sides as I tried to steady my breath. The urge to run from him, to erase his presence from my life once again, consumed me. I turned on my heel, determined to walk away, but just as I took a step, a small voice echoed through the grand room. “Mommy!” My heart dropped into my stomach as I froze. Turning slowly, I watched as my son, Nathan, darted out from behind one of the decorative pillars. His little face lit up when he spotted me, his dark curls bouncing as he ran toward me with open arms. “Nathan?” I whispered, shocked. “What are you doing here?” He wrapped his tiny arms around my legs, looking up at me with his wide, innocent eyes. “I missed you, Mommy!” The world around me seemed to blur as I bent down to his level, smoothing his curls. “I told you to stay with Aunt Rita, didn’t I? How did you even
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Isabelle POV He looked almost exactly as I remembered—tall, broad-shouldered, with the same kind brown eyes that had once made me feel safe. But there was something different about him now, a confidence that hadn’t been there before. “Brian?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. His lips curved into a small smile as he took a step forward. “It’s been a long time.” Damion’s gaze flicked between us, his confusion deepening. “Wait… this is Brian?” My mind raced as I tried to process what was happening. Brian’s unexpected appearance wasn’t part of the plan—or the lie I’d just told. And now, with both men standing in front of me, I felt like the walls were closing in. Nathan suddenly ran back and held my hands, after I told him to go meet his aunty. “Mommy, is that Daddy?” Nathan’s voice piped up again, his innocent question cutting through the tension like a knife. I opened my mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come. Damion’s POV I couldn’t tear my eyes away
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Kaia’s POV Walter Ryder’s office was as intimidating as the man himself. The rich mahogany desk, the cold steel accents, the sharp angles of the furniture—it all screamed power and control. It was a room designed to make you feel small. But I wouldn’t let him see me flinch. I walked in, heels clicking against the polished floor, my head held high. Walter stood by the window, his back to me, staring out at the sprawling city skyline. “Kaia,” he said, his voice cold and measured. “I hope you have better news this time.” I took a breath, steadying myself. “The situation is under control.” He turned, his sharp eyes locking onto mine. “Is it? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like Damion is unraveling, Isabelle is still in the picture, and your little stunt with the boy has only made things worse.” I swallowed hard, refusing to let his words rattle me. “It was a temporary misstep. Damion will come back to me. He always does.” Walter’s laugh was dry, almost mocki
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Isabelle’s POV The kiss was a mistake. I knew it the moment it happened. But it didn’t stop me from leaning into it, from letting Damion’s hands cradle my face, from feeling that dangerous, magnetic pull he’d always had over me. It was reckless. Uncontrolled. Desperate. And then— “Isabelle?” The sound of Brian’s voice sliced through the air like a blade. I wrenched back from Damion, my breath catching as the heat between us shattered into a thousand pieces of cold, hard reality. Brian stood frozen in the doorway, his face pale, his eyes wide with shock and hurt. The papers he’d been holding slipped slightly in his hand, as if he’d forgotten he was even holding them. No. No, no, no. “Brian—” I started, scrambling to fix this, to explain— But he was already backing away, his expression hardening as he swallowed, forcing some calm into his voice. “I— I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll, uh…I’ll wait outside.” And just like that, he turned and disappeared from
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Isabelle’s POV The flashing blue and red lights outside my home were almost blinding, their glow casting distorted shadows across the walls. The tension that had held me captive for days still lingered, but Nathan was finally safe. He was asleep upstairs, his tiny body curled up under the blankets where he belonged. Yet, the weight in my chest refused to lift. A uniformed officer stood in front of me, his expression calm but probing. I knew they wanted answers—real ones—but I wasn’t ready to give them. I had my answers. I just couldn’t say them out loud. Damion. “Ms. Everett,” the officer began gently, flipping through his notepad. “I understand this has been an overwhelming situation, but we need to be sure we’re closing this case properly. Are you certain there’s nothing else you’d like to report? No new suspicions about who took your son?” I felt Damion’s presence behind me, lingering by the doorway, tense and silent. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding so loud it
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Kaia’s POV The plan was unraveling faster than I had anticipated. When Damion stormed out after returning the boy, I knew things had shifted. I felt it in the way his voice trembled when he’d confronted me. The guilt. The hesitation. He was slipping away. And it was her fault. Isabelle. Always so righteous, so defiant, making him question everything I had carefully constructed. I paced the length of my penthouse, the sound of my heels echoing off the marble floors. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city glittered beneath the night sky, a perfect illusion of peace. But inside? Everything felt like it was closing in. Damion was supposed to be mine. I had done everything. Stood by him when his life crumbled. Cleaned up the mess after Isabelle abandoned him. I had been patient, understanding, even when he had made it clear she was still haunting him. And now? She was back, unraveling him piece by piece. And Walter—Walter was only making it worse. The call
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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
