Carmela’s heart raced as she faced Lucas, her high school sweetheart, standing in Damion’s office. The years had been kind to him; his chiseled features and confident demeanor were even more striking than she remembered.“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice tinged with surprise and curiosity.Lucas smiled warmly, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m back in town for a business deal,” he explained, glancing briefly at Damion. “Damion and I are discussing a potential partnership.”Carmela’s eyes widened. “You two know each other?”Damion, who had been silently observing the exchange, finally spoke. “Lucas and I have been in talks for a while. He’s considering investing in one of our new projects.”Lucas nodded, his gaze returning to Carmela. “It’s a small world, isn’t it? I never expected to run into you here.”“Neither did I,” she admitted, a soft smile playing on her lips.“We should catch up sometime,” Lucas suggested, his tone casual yet hopeful. “It’s been too long.”
Carmela’s heart pounded as Elena’s words echoed in her mind. “I’m pregnant.” She stood frozen for a moment, trying to comprehend the weight of what she had just heard.But the smug smile on Elena’s face was too much to bear. Without thinking, Carmela grabbed her arm, pulling her into a nearby empty meeting room.“What are you talking about?” Carmela demanded, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and disbelief. “What do you mean you’re pregnant?”Elena yanked her arm free, smoothing her blouse as she raised an eyebrow. “Exactly what I said,” she replied, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “I’m pregnant, and it’s Damion’s child.”Carmela’s jaw clenched as she stepped closer. “You’re lying.”Elena laughed softly, folding her arms across her chest. “Oh, sweet Carmela. Why would I lie about something like this?”“Because you’re desperate,” Carmela shot back, her voice rising. “You’re trying to push me away from him, but it’s not going to work.”Elena’s smirk widened. “Push you awa
The scent of freshly printed pages and old, well-worn books filled the bookstore as Carmela wandered through the aisles, her fingers lightly grazing the spines of various novels. The soft hum of classical music played in the background, and for a moment, she allowed herself to be distracted by the tranquility of the place.Lily trailed beside her, flipping through a book absentmindedly before glancing at Carmela. “Okay, spill it,” she said, breaking the silence.Carmela sighed, pulling a book from the shelf and pretending to read the back cover. “Spill what?”Lily rolled her eyes. “Don’t play dumb. I know something happened today. You’ve been in a daze since we left the office.”Carmela hesitated, then placed the book back on the shelf. “Elena came to see me,” she admitted, her voice quieter now.“Yeahhh…” Lily’s expression darkened instantly. “What did that witch want?”Carmela inhaled sharply. “She said she’s pregnant… and that it’s Damion’s child.”Lily’s mouth fell open, but no wo
Chapter 26Lily returned just as Carmela exhaled, trying to push down the whirlwind of emotions Lucas had left behind. She stopped in front of her, eyes gleaming with curiosity.“What was that?” Lily asked, crossing her arms with a teasing smirk.Carmela sighed, shaking her head. “Nothing.”Lily raised an eyebrow. “Nothing? You and your handsome high school sweetheart just had a moment, and you’re telling me it was nothing?”Carmela rolled her eyes, turning back to the bookshelf. “It wasn’t a moment, Lily. We were just catching up.”Lily scoffed. “Uh-huh. Catching up? That man was looking at you like you were the last piece of chocolate on Earth.”Carmela groaned. “You’re being dramatic.”Lily grinned. “And you’re avoiding the topic.”Carmela glanced at her friend, hesitating for a moment before finally admitting, “He asked me out.”Lily gasped, clutching her chest like she was about to faint. “And? What did you say?”“I told him no,” Carmela said simply.Lily’s mouth dropped open. “Y
A tense silence filled the room after Carmela’s shocking refusal to return with Damion. Her mother, who had been beaming just moments ago, chuckled awkwardly, trying to dispel the thick, suffocating air.“Oh, she’s just upset,” her mother said with a forced laugh. “You know how stubborn she can be.”Then, without another word, she turned on her heel and followed Carmela upstairs, her expression darkening with each step.Meanwhile, Carmela’s father motioned for Damion to sit. “Don’t worry about her,” he assured, waving a hand dismissively. “She’ll come around. Just wait.”Damion sat, but his eyes remained on the staircase, his fingers curling into fists. Something about this didn’t feel right.UpstairsCarmela threw open her bedroom door, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She had barely stepped inside when her mother followed, slamming the door shut behind her.“What do you think you’re doing?” her mother snapped, her voice low but sharp.Carmela turned to face her, eyes blazing. “
Carmela had barely taken a step toward Lucas’s car when her mother’s voice sliced through the night air.“Are you out of your mind?!”Carmela turned slowly, already expecting the fury on her mother’s face. The woman stood on the porch, hands on her hips, eyes blazing.“You’re just going to move in with some random man?” her mother demanded. “Are you even listening to yourself?”Carmela let out a dry laugh. “Oh, so now you care where I go? Didn’t you just throw me out of this house?”Her mother’s face reddened. “That was different! I expected you to come to your senses and follow your husband home. Not go running off to some stranger!”“I’m not running anywhere,” Carmela shot back, gripping the handle of her suitcase tighter. “And Lucas is not a stranger.”“He might as well be! What do you even know about him anymore?” Her mother’s voice rose. “You haven’t seen him in years, and now you want to move into his home? What kind of woman does that?”Carmela’s chest tightened, but she forced
The grand Blackwood mansion was cloaked in silence when Damion stepped inside, the weight of his frustration pressing against his shoulders.He shrugged off his suit jacket, tossing it onto the nearest chair before loosening his tie with a sharp tug. His jaw was clenched so tight it ached, and his chest burned with an unfamiliar, unwelcome emotion.Jealousy.He ran a hand through his messy hair before grabbing his phone and dialing Lucas.The call rang twice before Lucas answered, his voice irritatingly casual. “Damion.”“Did you get home?” Damion asked, pacing toward the window, his gaze dark as he stared into the night.“Yes.”Damion inhaled sharply. “And Carmela?”“She’s fine.” There was a pause. “She’s in her room.”The words sent a sharp, burning sensation through Damion’s veins. Her room?He knew Lucas said he wouldn’t do anything inappropriate, but that didn’t change the fact that Carmela was living under another man’s roof—his best friend’s roof.Without another word, Damion e
Carmela spent the rest of the morning avoiding Damion. Every time she stepped out of her office, she checked the hallways, made sure she took different routes to the cafeteria, and even refused to take the elevator again. She wasn’t ready to face him—not after what had happened in there.She had kissed him.No, she corrected herself. He kissed me.And she had kissed him back.Her fingers unconsciously brushed against her lips as she remembered the heat of his mouth, the way his grip had tightened around her waist as if he had been desperate to feel her closer.But she had shut him down.Carmela smirked to herself. That should teach him not to mess with me.Still, the memory made her stomach tighten, and she hated that she could still feel the ghost of his touch on her skin.Later That AfternoonCarmela was reviewing some documents in the employee lounge when the door opened, and a hush fell over the room.She didn’t need to look up to know why.The tension in the air shifted, becoming
The hospital halls were suffocating with tension. The air smelled of antiseptic and blood, the remnants of the battle they had just fought within these very walls. Nurses and doctors rushed past, their hurried whispers filling the corridor. The sterile white lights flickered slightly, casting a dim glow over the linoleum floor. Carmela stood frozen just outside the emergency room doors, her heart hammering in her chest. She hadn’t moved since they wheeled Lucas away, her fingers clenched so tightly together that her nails dug into her palms. The moment had come. The doors swung open with force, and a team of doctors and nurses emerged, their uniforms stained with traces of blood. Lucas was being wheeled out on a stretcher, his skin pale, his breathing shallow. A thick bandage covered his torso, evidence of the emergency surgery he had just undergone. “Get him to recovery now!” one of the doctors barked as they rushed him down the hallway. Carmela’s feet moved before she could th
The night air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, the cold breeze whispering through the trees as Adrian—Damion’s soul trapped within his brother’s body—moved through the dense forest with calculated steps. His men flanked him on either side, their expressions grim, their senses on high alert. The moon, hanging full and heavy above them, cast eerie silver streaks through the towering branches.They had been searching for hours.Every step forward felt like he was walking deeper into the unknown, further into the tangled fate that bound him and Adrian together. The weight of the curse pressed down on him, a reminder that time was slipping away. If they failed, if they couldn’t return the key to its rightful place before it was too late—both he and Adrian would cease to exist.A final death. A complete erasure.He clenched his jaw, forcing the thought from his mind. He refused to accept that as his fate.“This place feels cursed,” one of his men, Rowan, muttered as he swept
The flashing red and blue lights of the police cars flooded the hospital corridor as Elena screamed, her voice raw with rage and desperation. Two officers held her arms tightly as she thrashed against them, her face twisted in fury.“You traitor!” she spat at Lucas, her eyes burning with betrayal as they dragged her away. “You promised to protect me! You said we were in this together!”Lucas stood still, his breathing heavy, his body leaning slightly to the side as blood soaked his shirt. He coughed, his lips parting as if to respond, but no words came.“Take her away,” Carmela ordered, her voice cold, emotionless. The officers nodded, shoving Elena forward as she continued to struggle.“I won’t forget this, Lucas!” Elena’s shriek echoed down the hallway as they forced her out of sight.Lucas exhaled heavily, the pain in his side intensifying as his knees buckled.Then, everything erupted into chaos.“He’s losing too much blood!” one of the nurses cried out as she rushed forward.“Get
The air in the hospital was thick with tension. The rhythmic beeping of the machines in Damion’s room was the only sound before the sudden, heavy footsteps of approaching officers shattered the silence.Elena stood over the unconscious Damion, her fingers tightening around the syringe she was about to inject into his IV. Her expression was cold, eyes locked onto his unmoving face.“You’re not waking up again, Damion,” she whispered.Just as she was about to press the needle into his arm—Bang!The door burst open. A flood of officers stormed inside, their weapons drawn.“FREEZE!” one of them commanded, their voices a chorus of authority.Elena’s head snapped up, her face flashing from shock to rage.Then, stepping into the room, standing tall and unwavering, was Carmela. Behind her, more officers poured in, blocking any chance of escape.Elena’s hand trembled. How? How had Carmela gotten here so quickly?Then, Carmela’s sharp voice rang out.“Arrest her.”Elena’s eyes widened.“What?!
Elena’s eyes met his in the mirror, and for a long, charged moment, the two remained silent, each lost in their own inner turmoil. “So what do we do now?” she finally asked, her voice trembling with desperation and uncertainty. “Where do I find him?”Lucas’s response was measured, almost weary. “The hospital. Damion’s body is still in the ICU—if not fully alive, at least it’s there, and we might be able to coax some stability back into him. I have a contact who says there’s a weak but steady signal coming from the west wing.”Elena’s lips pressed into a thin line. “And if I go there… if I end him?”Lucas’s eyes darkened. “If you do that, Elena, you’ll not only lose him forever—you’ll be condemning our entire future. The curse is not something you can simply end with a bullet. It’s a twisted force that binds us all. If you take that step, there will be no coming back.”Her voice broke as she whispered, “I have to try, Lucas. I have to finish what I started.”Lucas shook his head, anger
Previously The conversation had ended in a heavy, charged silence as the storm had raged overhead, and Lucas had promised her that they would do everything possible to find Damion. But deep down, he had also cursed the day she decided that ending his life was the solution. He had known the risks, the unthinkable consequences—but he had also known that her ambition might drive her to acts of unimaginable cruelty.“Remember, Elena,” Lucas had whispered as they parted ways that night, “if you succeed in taking him out, you’re not just ending a life—you’re condemning their family to a fate worse than death. And if you fail… then the curse will claim you both.”“They’re all myths and legends and…”Elena had looked at him, her eyes dark with determination, and then had nodded, saying, “I know, Lucas. But sometimes, the only way to end a curse is to break it, even if it means sacrificing everything.”⸻Back to the PresentInside the car, the memory of that night still burned in Lucas’s eyes
The rain was coming down in a steady, relentless drizzle, blurring the neon lights of the city into streaks of color as dusk settled over the urban sprawl. In the darkness near a hospital parking lot, Elena Carter sprinted along the slick pavement, her breath ragged and heart pounding in her ears. Her eyes, wide with desperation and cold resolve, scanned the dimly lit street as she heard the distant wail of sirens drawing near. She didn’t dare slow down—not now. Every second mattered.Just as she rounded a corner, a black car screeched to a halt in front of her. The headlights illuminated her path, and without hesitation, Elena dove for the open door. The car’s door slammed shut behind her, and as the vehicle pulled away from the curb, she slumped into the back seat, trying to catch her breath.Inside the car, the familiar low rumble of the engine provided a brief, shaky comfort. Lucas, the driver and a man whose loyalty was as troubled as his secrets, glanced in the rearview mirror
Carmela’s lip trembled as she shook her head, tears falling freely. “Then why have you chose to hide away and leave me, Damion? Why do you let me see you as that man? I need you to be Damion—the man I loved, the man who was supposed to be my future. If you don’t come back to me, I’ll be left with nothing but the memory of a lie.”A deep pain flashed in his eyes, and for a moment, the two stood locked in a desperate, wordless embrace. The promise of reunion, of healing, hung between them like a fragile thread. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “I wish I could stay, but if I go and never return… then you must take care of Carmela for me. Promise me that you’ll protect yourself, that you’ll keep YOU safe, even if I’m not there.”Catherine, who had listened silently, stepped forward, her voice barely audible yet firm. “He speaks the truth, though his fate remains uncertain. The key is the only hope for our salvation—and for Damion to reclaim what was lost.”At that mo
Catherine’s eyes softened, and she pressed her hands together. “Then know this, my child: your actions will have consequences far beyond what you can imagine. If you do not succeed, if you fail to break this curse, then both you and Damion will be erased from existence. Our family’s legacy, all that we have built, will vanish like mist in the morning sun. I beg you—think of Carmela. Think of the love she has for you, and the hope she carries that one day you will come back whole.”For a long moment, silence reigned between them as the weight of her words sank deep into his heart. Adrian’s eyes shone with a mixture of determination and sorrow as he finally spoke, his voice low and resolute. “I promise you, Grandmother. I will retrieve the key, no matter the cost. And if, by some cruel twist of fate, I do not return… then please, take care of Carmela. Let her know that I fought until the end, that I loved her with all I had, and that my sacrifice was not in vain.”Catherine’s gaze soft