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Flashback – Twelve Years AgoThe Blackwood estate was always filled with noise. But not the noise of joy. Not the noise of laughter. It was the noise of power. Of discipline. Of fear.Inside the grand study, two young boys stood before a massive oak desk.Damion, barely thirteen, stood rigidly, fists clenched at his sides. Adrian, two years older, stood beside him, his face blank.Their father, William Blackwood, paced behind the desk, his sharp gaze shifting between them.He finally stopped, exhaling in disappointment. “You two are weak.”Neither boy flinched.William slowly approached, his fingers brushing over a silver knife resting on the desk. “You will never inherit this empire if you continue acting like children.”Damion’s throat tightened. “We’re not children.”William smirked. “Then prove it.”He grabbed Adrian’s arm roughly and shoved him forward. Adrian stumbled but quickly straightened. William turned to Damion. “Take the knife.”Damion hesitated. William’s gaze darkened.
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The tension in Adrian’s mansion thickened like a storm waiting to break. Carmela sat stiffly in the luxurious chair, her pulse hammering in her ears. Adrian had just finished his cryptic warning, his smirk lingering as if he had all the time in the world.But before she could form a response—Bang.The heavy double doors swung open with a force that sent a sharp gust through the room.Carmela’s breath hitched.Damion.He stood in the doorway like a shadow from hell, his stormy gray eyes burning with fury. His sharp suit clung to his broad frame, his usually composed expression shattered with barely restrained rage.His gaze cut through the room like a knife, immediately landing on Carmela.A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Stand up.”Carmela stiffened at the quiet command in his voice.Adrian let out a slow, amused chuckle, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “That was fast.”Damion ignored him, his focus solely on Carmela. “I said stand up.”Carmela swallowed, torn between obeying and ho
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The car moved steadily through the dimly lit streets, the glow of streetlights casting long shadows across the dashboard. The tension inside the vehicle was suffocating, thick enough to drown in.Carmela sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she stared out the window, watching the city blur past her. The night air outside was crisp, yet she felt stifled—like she was trapped in a space much too small, much too heavy with unspoken words.Damion hadn’t spoken a word since they left Adrian’s estate.Not a glance, not a breath of acknowledgment.He drove with one hand gripping the wheel, his knuckles white from the force of his grip. His jaw was clenched so tightly that Carmela was afraid it might snap if he kept grinding his teeth like that.And yet, despite his rigid silence, she could feel the storm inside him, brewing dangerously beneath the surface.She wanted to say something, anything, but she didn’t know where to start.Her heart was still po
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The air inside the car was heavy—thick with tension, frustration, and something unspoken.Damion sat rigid in the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. His jaw was locked, his eyes dark and stormy as he stared straight ahead, barely blinking.Carmela could see it—the barely restrained rage coursing through him, the way his chest rose and fell unevenly, the way his fingers flexed as if he were one wrong word away from losing it completely.She swallowed, shifting slightly in her seat. “Damion.”No response.Her pulse quickened. She wasn’t afraid of him, but she was afraid of what was going on inside his head. Adrian had struck a nerve, more than she had ever seen before.She reached out, placing her hand gently over his on the wheel. “Damion, talk to me.”He didn’t move.Didn’t even glance at her.The silence stretched, suffocating, pressing against her chest.Carmela exhaled softly. She had seen him like this before—when he was shutting down,
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The car was filled with the scent of heated skin, the soft hum of breathing mingling with the rhythmic patter of rain against the windows. The world outside was blurred, distant, as if it didn’t exist—only the warmth between them, only the sensation of bodies pressed close, of whispered breaths and tangled limbs.Carmela’s pulse thrummed wildly beneath her skin, every nerve in her body awake, alive, aching. Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession as Damion’s lips trailed along the sensitive curve of her neck, slow and deliberate, as though savoring the way she trembled beneath him.His hands were everywhere—gliding along her waist, teasing over her bare skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She arched into his touch, her body responding instinctively, desperately.“Damion…” Her voice was barely above a whisper, breathless, wanting.His lips hovered over hers, his gray eyes dark and intense, filled with something raw, something possessive. His fingers traced down the line of
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The car was silent, save for the sound of their breathing, still heavy, still uneven. The windows were fogged, the cool night air outside a stark contrast to the heat that lingered between them.Carmela lay beneath him, her body still pressed against the leather seat, her fingers tracing mindless patterns along Damion’s back. Her skin tingled with the remnants of his touch, her heartbeat gradually steadying, though the aftershocks of what had just happened still pulsed through her veins.She felt different.Not just physically, but entirely.Like something had shifted between them, something deep, something irreversible.Damion hadn’t moved much, his forehead resting lightly against hers, his breaths coming out slow and controlled. His body was still warm against hers, his weight grounding her in a way that made her feel safe, wanted.His fingers brushed against her side, a barely-there touch, as if he was still trying to commit her to memory. His eyes, stormy and unreadable, watched
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The bathroom was dimly lit, steam rising from the marble tub as warm water filled the air with a soft mist. The scent of fresh cedarwood and something faintly citrus—Damion’s signature scent—lingered in the space, wrapping around Carmela like an invisible touch.Her heart pounded so hard she could feel it in her throat.She hadn’t even recovered from what had happened in the car. Every inch of her body was still humming, sore in ways that made her hyper-aware of him, of them.And now, he wanted her to bathe with him?She swallowed, standing in the doorway, fingers clutching the edge of her robe. She wasn’t sure if she was nervous, shy, or simply terrified that she wouldn’t be able to walk for the next few days if she let this happen.Damion stood at the sink, his shirt already discarded, his back to her. His muscles tensed as he turned on the faucet, testing the water temperature.Without looking at her, he spoke.“Come here.”Carmela’s fingers curled tighter around the fabric of her
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The room was quiet except for the soft rustling of fabric. The steam from the bath still lingered in the air, wrapping around them like a hazy cocoon.Carmela sat at the edge of the bed, wrapped in a plush towel, her damp hair falling over her shoulders. Her body still tingled from the warmth of the bath, from Damion’s touch, from everything that had happened in the past few hours.And now, as she sat there, watching him move through the room with quiet efficiency, she felt something shift inside her.Damion stood by the closet, his back to her, pulling out clothes with practiced ease. He was still shirtless, his muscles flexing slightly as he reached for a neatly folded silk nightgown.Carmela bit her lip. It felt… strange.Not the intimacy. Not even the fact that he was dressing her.But the care in his actions.The quiet way he moved. The way he didn’t rush, didn’t treat her like an obligation, but rather something to be handled gently.It made her chest ache.Finally, he turned, w
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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
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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
