Carmela's heartbeat quickened while she looked at Damion's muscular back. He stood resolutely before her, protecting her from Elena’s immature outburst. His suit, now stained with wine, clung to his shoulders, the fabric highlighting every taut muscle beneath. Her breath hitched. Why had he stepped in? Why did her heart flutter when he did?
She wasn’t sure if it was gratitude, confusion, or something far more dangerous brewing in her chest. Damion turned slightly, his piercing gray eyes scanning her from head to toe. His forehead creased, and for an instant, there seemed to be something in his eyes—concern, maybe? “Are you okay?” he inquired, his tone gentler than she anticipated, nearly affectionate. Carmela parted her lips, yet the phrases didn't emerge. She merely nodded, overwhelmed by the unexpected change in his attitude. Behind him, Elena, appearing truly taken aback by Damion’s response, moved closer, her hands moving anxiously. “Damion, I had no idea you’d… I never intended for it to pour on you.” she faltered, her tone filled with urgency. She extended her hand, blotting the wine from his suit with a napkin. “It was a mistake!” she maintained, her hands shaking as she reached for his sleeve. The increasing whisper within the crowd resembled a wave, swelling more intense with each passing moment. "What's happening?" a person murmured. “Is that Elena Carter?” Damion’s jaw tightened. His patience, already thin, snapped as he flung Elena’s hands off him with a single, deliberate motion. “Don’t touch me,” he said coldly, his voice sharp enough to silence the whispers around them. He gestured to one of his men, who promptly appeared beside him. "Show her the way out," he commanded, his voice allowing for no dissent. “Damion, wait! I didn’t mean it!” Elena’s voice cracked, panic setting in as the security guard gently but firmly took her arm. “This is her fault!” she snapped, pointing at Carmela. “She’s the reason you’re angry! She doesn’t belong here, and you know it!” Carmela flinched, but Damion didn’t even glance at Elena. His icy glare was enough to send the ex-fiancée stumbling back. As she was escorted toward the exit, she continued her tirade, though it was muffled by the murmuring crowd. When the room settled, Damion turned back to Carmela, his gray eyes softening just enough to make her question everything. “Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked again, his voice low enough that only she could hear. Carmela blinked, her heart warring between confusion and hope. Did he actually care? Or is this all part of his act, the perfect husband for the perfect audience? However, before she could arrange her thoughts and understand what was happening, an unexpected wave of nausea engulfed her. Her stomach knotted in agony, and she clamped her hand over her mouth, her face going pale. "Uh… excuse me," she faltered, turning around abruptly and rushing to the bathroom. "Carmela!" Lily's voice yelled as she hurried to catch up with her friend. Carmela scarcely reached the closest stall before she dropped to her knees, her body convulsing as she expelled the contents of her stomach. Her fingers shook on the icy porcelain, tears welling in her eyes from the effort. "Are you all right in there?" Lily’s voice rang out, laced with concern, though the sharp tone that followed made it clear she wasn’t going to let Carmela dodge any questions. The stall door creaked ajar as Carmela emerged, relying heavily on the doorframe. "I'm okay," she replied softly, her voice just above a murmur. Lily folded her arms, her piercing stare scrutinizing Carmela. "Do you consider that normal? You appear as though you've just encountered a ghost." “I just… I believe I consumed something rotten,” Carmela mumbled, pushing by Lily to cleanse her face at the sink. Lily lifted an eyebrow in skepticism. "Mm-hmm. When did you last have your period?" Carmela stood motionless, the water continuing to flow over her hands. She jolted upright, her ghostly image looking back at her in the mirror. "What do you mean?" Lily grinned with understanding. “Come on, Carmela. You feel queasy, look white, and are perspiring. When did you last see your period?" Carmela turned to her friend, her expression a mix of shock and indignation. “Lily!” she exclaimed, her voice sharp but quiet as she rushed forward, covering Lily’s mouth with her hand. Lily pulled away, rolling her eyes. “Relax, no one’s here but us. But seriously, if it’s not Damion, then you need to figure out who the father is, fast. You can’t afford for this to blow up while you’re playing happy wife to Mr. Billionaire.” Carmela felt a constriction in her throat. “Who said that I’m expecting?” she murmured, her voice shaking. She glanced back at the mirror, gazing at her colorless visage. Her reflection merely intensified the feeling in her stomach. However, within, the fear began to grow. Is it possible that it's true? That she could possibly pregnant? Unbeknownst to them, the bathroom door was left slightly open, and a towering figure stood just outside. One of Damion's older bodyguards, positioned unobtrusively by the restroom, had caught every word. His expression was one of professionalism, yet the surprise of what he had just discovered shimmered in his eyes. Without any hesitation, he pivoted and walked quickly back to the group. Damion was positioned at the center of the room, conversing with a group of investors. The bodyguard approached, weaving through the crowd until he reached Damion’s side. Leaning in, he whispered something into Damion’s ear. Whatever the words were, they had an immediate effect. Damion’s smirk vanished, replaced by a flicker of shock that he quickly masked. His gray eyes darted toward the restroom, narrowing as his mind raced.Carmela stepped out of the bathroom, her face still wan yet calm, with Lily next to her. The atmosphere around them felt denser, saturated with the unvoiced burden of Lily’s persistent worry and Carmela’s escalating nervousness.Before either had the chance to talk, a tall, broad-shouldered man dressed in a black suit emerged at the hallway's entrance. A bodyguard of Damion. His demeanor was authoritative, and his voice was strong but courteous as he spoke to her.“Ma’am, we have to leave now. Master Damion is waiting for you.”Carmela blinked, her brows furrowing. She exchanged a brief, questioning glance with Lily before responding. “Leave? But the event isn’t over yet. What’s the sudden change of plans?”The guard stayed impassive, his face lacking any expression. "I'm just obeying instructions, ma'am."Her belly twisted. Something felt off.With a forced smile, she turned back to Lily, grasping her hand gently. “I—I guess I have to go. Call me later?”Lily squeezed her hand in ret
Carmela’s heart raced so fiercely that it overwhelmed the quiet closing in around her. The tiny white box in Damion’s hand felt like a ticking bomb between them, with each second dragging painfully as he reached it toward her. His face remained unreadable, a perfect mask of icy control, yet the storm brewing in his steel-gray eyes betrayed him.“Use this,” he said again, his tone steady yet laden with unexpressed allegations. Carmela gazed at the pregnancy test kit, her fingers gripping the edge of the bedspread as her throat constricted. She sensed confinement, as if the spacious bedroom's walls were closing in on her. Her voice trembled. “Why… why are you giving me this?”Damion’s gaze never wavered, pinning her where she sat. His jaw tightened, his lips pressing into a hard line. “You know why.”No. No, she did not. At the very least, that was what she wished to convince herself. However, beneath the surface, the anxiety eating away at her was unmistakable. Does he know?No, h
The tension in the mansion was suffocating. After slamming the bedroom door behind him the previous night, Damion hadn’t spoken another word to Carmela.By morning, she awoke to find his side of the bed untouched. The house was eerily quiet, the weight of his absence pressing down on her chest.In his office, however, the morning was anything but silent.Damion sat behind his imposing mahogany desk, his gray eyes fixed on the city skyline beyond the towering windows. He didn’t move as his assistant, Leonard, stepped into the room with a stack of files.“Sir,” Leonard began, his voice cautious, “you asked for an update on the Blake family’s situation.”Damion’s gaze didn’t waver. For a long moment, he said nothing, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the polished wood.“Pause everything,” he said finally, his voice low but resolute.Leonard blinked, clearly taken aback. “Pause, sir? But we’re nearly at the final stage. If we pull back now—”“I said pause,” Damion cut in, his tone sharp
Carmela stormed down the hallway, her heels clicking furiously against the polished floor. Her heart felt like it might burst from her chest, her mind swirling with images of Damion and Elena.She could still see them—Elena’s hand on his chest, her lips so close to his. The look in Damion’s eyes was burned into her memory.He didn’t push her away fast enough.Tears blurred her vision, but she refused to let them fall. She couldn’t let him see how much it hurt.Reaching the elevator, she pressed the button repeatedly, willing the doors to open faster. The polished silver reflected her trembling figure, a stark reminder of how fragile she felt compared to the cold, unyielding man she had married.As the elevator doors finally slid open, a voice behind her made her freeze.“Carmela.”Her fingers hovered over the button to close the doors, but she couldn’t bring herself to press it. She turned slowly, finding Damion standing at the end of the hallway.He looked like he’d walked straight o
Carmela sat frozen on the edge of the bed, her breath shallow as Damion’s words echoed through the room.“I want the truth,” he repeated, his voice sharp and unyielding. “No more lies, no more excuses. Tell me. Who’s the father?”Her chest tightened. She couldn’t look away from his piercing gray eyes, the weight of his demand pressing against her like an invisible force.“Damion, I…” she faltered, her voice barely above a whisper.He stepped closer, his broad frame towering over her. “You what?” he pressed, his tone colder now. “You’ve been hiding something, Carmela, and I will find out. So tell me—how far along are you?”Her hands gripped the edge of the bed, her knuckles turning white. The truth teetered on the edge of her lips, but fear kept it locked inside.“Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I—I don’t know how to explain—”“I don’t need explanations,” he snapped, cutting her off. “I need facts. If you’re carrying my child, I deserve to know. And if you’re not…” His ja
Not that even if she told him what Elena came here to say he’d believe her. She looked to him in the eye and she felt like a criminal.She just walked out of him to her room. The Next DayCarmela sat alone in the massive dining room, her untouched plate of food before her. The early morning sun filtered through the tall windows, casting a golden glow across the table, but it brought no warmth. Not to her.The events of the previous day weighed heavily on her chest. Damion’s cold, accusing gaze. His cutting words. And, most of all, the realization that nothing she said or did would make him believe her.He doesn’t trust me. He never will.Even if she told him the truth—that they had been together that night before their wedding—he would accuse her of lying. His disbelief would crush her more than his accusations ever could.She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to stave off the chill that seemed to settle deep in her bones. She felt like a stranger in her own life.Upstairs, Dam
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
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
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