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Carmela sat in the back of a cab, her fingers trembling slightly as she pressed them against her temples. The weight of the confrontation with Damion still clung to her like an iron chain, dragging her down.She had told him she didn’t know if she could keep doing this.And he had walked away.Again. Without giving her a reply. The worst part was that she didn’t even know if she wanted him to chase after her.Would it have changed anything?Would it have made him love her?She let out a slow breath, leaning her head against the cool window.Lucas had tried to convince her to stay with him longer, but she had refused. She didn’t want to be his problem. He had been kind—understanding—but there was a tension in his eyes that told her what she already suspected.He had feelings for her. And that only made things more complicated. Her phone buzzed in her lap. Lily.Lily: Where the hell are you?Carmela exhaled.Carmela: On my way home.A second later—Lily: Home? As in the estate?Carmela
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Lily’s apartment was a stark contrast to the suffocating tension of Blackwood Estate. The space was small but cozy, with soft lighting and the scent of lavender drifting from a nearby candle. Carmela sat curled up on the couch, a warm blanket draped over her lap, but no matter how much she tried to relax, her mind refused to settle. Everything from earlier replayed in her head. Damion’s fury. His accusations. The way he had walked away, leaving her standing there, feeling small. Her father’s betrayal. Her own heartache. “You’re thinking too much.” Lily’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. Carmela looked up to see her friend standing by the kitchen, two mugs in her hands. “I brought tea,” Lily said, walking over. “Because you look like you’re about to spiral, and honestly? I don’t have the energy to drag you out of it.” Carmela let out a weak chuckle, accepting the mug. “Thanks.” Lily sat beside her, tucking her legs under herself. “So, are we gonna talk about
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The city lights blurred past as Damion sat in the back seat of his car, his fingers drumming against the leather armrest. His mind was a whirlwind—Carmela’s broken expression haunted him, no matter how much he tried to push it away.He hadn’t meant to hurt her.But she had been with Lucas.The image of Lucas tucking her hair behind her ear burned in his memory, igniting a raw, unfamiliar anger deep in his chest. She had gone to him—not to Damion. And that fact twisted inside him like a knife.“Sir?”Victor’s voice cut through his thoughts. His assistant sat across from him, his laptop open and glowing faintly in the dim interior.“What is it?” Damion’s voice was clipped, colder than usual.Victor hesitated before sliding a tablet across to him. “The financial reports you requested. There are… irregularities.”Damion’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the screen. For a few moments, the only sound was the quiet hum of the car.“Elena,” he murmured, the pieces falling into place.Victor nodde
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Carmela sat at a small café tucked away from the city’s chaos, stirring her coffee absentmindedly. The café was warm, the scent of freshly brewed espresso lingering in the air. She had asked Lucas to meet her here—it was time to clear the air between them.The bell above the door jingled softly as Lucas entered, his tall frame filling the entrance. His sharp eyes scanned the room before they landed on her. For a moment, his face softened.He walked toward her table, dressed in a casual navy jacket and dark jeans, yet still carrying that same air of quiet confidence. He slid into the seat across from her, his gaze never leaving her face.“I wasn’t sure you’d call,” Lucas said, a faint smile playing on his lips.Carmela exhaled quietly. “I didn’t want to leave things the way they were.”Lucas leaned back in his chair, stretching one arm along the backrest. “And how exactly are things, Carmela?” His tone was light, but there was a weight behind his words.She hesitated, choosing her next
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For a moment, Carmela couldn’t breathe. Should couldn’t believe the word he had just said. The weight of Damion’s words hung heavy in the air between them—simple, raw, and so unlike the cold man she had grown used to.“Because you matter to me.”Her heart raced, thudding painfully against her ribs. She had dreamed of hearing those words—craved them in the quiet moments when she felt invisible beside him. And yet now, sitting across from him in a softly lit private dining room, she didn’t know what to do with them.“What does that even mean, Damion?” she asked softly, her voice trembling despite herself.Damion leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. For once, the usual cold detachment in his gaze was gone, replaced by something softer—something she couldn’t quite name.“It means…” He exhaled quietly, as if searching for the right words. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”Carmela swallowed the lump rising in her throat. “That doesn’t answer my question.”His lips curled int
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Carmela woke to the soft glow of early morning light filtering through the curtains, painting delicate gold streaks across the plush bedroom. For a fleeting moment, everything felt calm. Peaceful. As if the weight of the last few days hadn’t happened.But reality settled in quickly, like a heavy stone pressing against her chest.The dinner. Damion’s apology. His words still echoed in her mind.“I do want you to fight for me.”But how long could she keep fighting for a man who still seemed to be fighting against himself?With a sigh, she pushed the blankets aside and slipped out of bed, her bare feet brushing against the cool floor. She padded toward the bathroom, trying to push away the ache curling in her stomach.By the time she emerged—hair damp and skin warm from the shower—her thoughts were still a tangled mess. She needed clarity, space to think, but Blackwood Estate was a constant reminder of everything unresolved between them.She needed to get out.Grabbing a pair of jeans an
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The black SUV crept along the deserted road under the cover of night. The forest surrounding the hidden estate was dense, moonlight barely filtering through the canopy. Adrian sat in the backseat, his face expressionless, but beneath the calm façade, his blood simmered.He had waited for this moment for years.Tonight, he would finally face the woman who had tried to kill him.The faint click of a gun echoed through the vehicle as one of his men, Marcus, checked his weapon. “You sure you want to do this alone?” he asked, his voice low and steady.Adrian’s lips curved into a cold smile. “I don’t need anyone holding my hand, Marcus.”Marcus hesitated, the tension thick between them. “If she did what you say she did, she won’t hesitate to finish the job.”“I’m counting on that,” Adrian murmured, his eyes gleaming with a dark promise.Without another word, he slipped out of the car, his movements soundless against the gravel path. The estate loomed ahead—a secluded fortress with high wall
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The room was cold. Even with the heavy silk sheets pulled around her fragile frame, the chill settled deep into her bones. But it wasn’t the night air that made her tremble—it was the memory. The ghosts of her choices haunted her every waking moment.And now Adrian was back.Alive.Her heart pounded in her chest, a painful reminder that the past could never be buried. Not fully. Not when blood had been spilled to keep the Blackwood empire intact.She leaned back against the headboard, closing her eyes, and for a moment—just a moment—she allowed herself to return to where it all began.The day their father died. Her own son. Fifteen Years AgoThe Blackwood patriarch had been a cruel man. Powerful. Merciless. And utterly obsessed with legacy.When news of his death broke, the boardroom of Blackwood Enterprises became a battlefield.And at the center of it all stood Adrian.He was the eldest—by only a year—but the difference between him and Damion could not have been greater. Where Dami
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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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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 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
