Elena sat stiffly on the couch, her fingers curled tightly around the hem of her silk robe as the two officers in front of her watched her closely.The air in the room felt thick, suffocating.“Miss Carter,” one of the officers said, adjusting the notepad in his lap. “We received a report of a missing person—Michael Hayes. His sister called in early this morning, saying he hadn’t returned home.”Elena swallowed hard.Michael.The man she and Lucas had buried just hours ago.She forced a frown, feigning concern. “That’s terrible. But… I don’t understand. Why are you here?”The other officer, a sharp-eyed woman with dark hair pulled into a tight ponytail, leaned forward. “Because according to security footage and a witness statement, he was last seen entering your home.”Elena’s stomach twisted violently.Security footage? A witness?How much did they know?She schooled her features into a mask of confusion. “That doesn’t make any sense. I haven’t seen him in days.”The male officer stu
Adrian’s grip on the desk tightened, his knuckles turning white as he stared at the shattered glass on the floor. His breath came in slow, measured exhales, his mind working through the implications of Damion’s latest move.That video was dangerous.If Damion released it, Adrian would lose everything he had just gained.His fingers tapped rhythmically against the wood, his mind already forming countermeasures. He had always known Damion would fight back—but he hadn’t expected him to move this fast.Adrian reached for his phone, dialing a number he rarely used. The line rang twice before a deep voice answered.“Adrian.”A slow smirk curled Adrian’s lips. “I need something handled.”“Like you did the last time? How urgent?”“Very.” Adrian leaned back in his chair, swirling the last remnants of whiskey in his glass. “And I don’t care what it costs.”“Consider it done.”Adrian ended the call, exhaling slowly.Damion wanted to play dirty?Fine.But Adrian had spent years in the dark, waiti
The soft hum of classical music played in the background as Adrian sat at the head of a lavishly set dining table, an untouched glass of wine in front of him. The restaurant was exclusive, booked entirely for the evening under his name. A few select board members sat across from him, their postures tense despite the expensive ambiance.They knew why they were here.They also knew what he was capable of.Adrian picked up his glass, swirling the dark liquid as he leaned back in his chair. “You all look nervous.”One of the men, an older executive with thinning hair, cleared his throat. “It’s just… we didn’t expect to be called out so soon after the transition.”Adrian smirked. “I like to keep people on their toes.”The silence stretched, the air thick with unspoken tension.Another board member, a woman with sharp features, adjusted her napkin. “Is there something you need from us, Mr. Blackwood?”Adrian set his glass down with a soft clink. “Loyalty.”The word was spoken smoothly, but
The city skyline loomed over Carmela as she stepped out of the cab, the towering Blackwood Corporation building standing tall against the night sky. The cool breeze bit at her skin as she adjusted her coat, her heart hammering in her chest.Tonight, she wouldn’t back down. Tonight, she would demand answers from Damion. She wanted to know if he’d chose his work and dispute with his brother over the love they had. He had been distant, pushing her away, giving her half-truths when she needed clarity. But she was done waiting in silence. She needed to know where she stood. She couldn’t be someone he would just push away and get back whenever he liked. She needed attention. As she took a determined step toward the entrance, a shiver ran down her spine. The night ear was cool and the only sound she could hear was the flying papers littered around. Something felt off.The street was quieter than usual. The security detail that usually patrolled the perimeter wasn’t in sight. Where had the
Carmela’s body ached as she slowly regained consciousness, her mind struggling to grasp what had happened. The low rumble of an engine vibrated through her, and the smell of gasoline filled her nostrils. The restraints around her wrists burned against her skin, the tight rope digging in painfully.She blinked rapidly, trying to clear the haze from her vision.The interior of the black SUV was dimly lit, only the occasional flash of passing streetlights illuminating the faces of the men around her. There were three of them—masked, dressed in dark clothing, their eyes sharp and focused.Her heart pounded violently against her ribcage.She had been taken.She had seen the explosion before they shoved her into the vehicle, and her mind couldn’t stop replaying it.Had Damion survived?She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out.One of the men, the one in the passenger seat, glanced back at her. His expression was unreadable behind the mask, but his voice was cold and firm.“She’s awak
The warehouse was cold. The air smelled of rust and damp concrete, and Carmela could hear the distant dripping of water somewhere in the shadows. Her wrists ached from the tight restraints, but the pain was nothing compared to the fear swirling inside her.Adrian stood a few feet away, watching her like a predator assessing its prey. His expensive black suit was an unsettling contrast to the filth and decay of their surroundings. Beside him, Elena leaned against an old metal desk, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips.Carmela forced herself to stand tall despite the lingering effects of whatever they had used to knock her out. She wouldn’t let them see her fear.Her voice was steady when she spoke. “So, what now? Are you going to keep me tied up while you gloat?”Adrian chuckled. “Gloating is tempting, but no.” He took a slow step forward. “This is about leverage, Carmela. About power.”She glared at him. “Then you should know something. You’ll never break Damion.”Adrian tilted
The steady beeping of hospital monitors echoed in the quiet room, a stark reminder that Damion was still alive. The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air, mixing with the faint hint of smoke lingering on his clothes. The explosion had rattled his bones, but the fire in his chest burned hotter.He sat upright in the hospital bed, his shirtless torso wrapped in fresh bandages, bruises littering his skin like war wounds. A deep gash ran along his brow, stitched carefully by the attending doctor, but Damion barely noticed the pain.Pain didn’t matter.Not when Carmela was gone.Across the room, Leonard lay on another hospital bed, his arm immobilized in a sling. His face was battered, but he was alive. He had taken the brunt of the explosion’s force—Damion could still see the burns on his exposed skin, the way his breathing was a little more labored than usual.Yet, neither of them had said much since they arrived at the hospital.What was there to say?Carmela had been taken.Dami
The cold night air hit Damion’s face like a slap as he stepped out of the hospital’s private exit. The ache in his ribs and the throbbing in his head were constant reminders that he should still be in bed, recovering from the explosion. But there was no time for that.Carmela was out there.And he was going to bring her home.Leonard followed closely behind, his arm still secured in a sling, his limp more noticeable than he probably wanted to admit. The man had taken just as much damage from the blast as Damion had, but there was no convincing him to stay behind.“This is reckless,” Leonard muttered as he pulled open the door to the waiting black SUV. “You’re barely patched up, and we don’t even have a solid lead yet.”Damion ignored the concern as he slid into the back seat. “We’ll have a lead soon.”Leonard climbed in beside him, sighing as he pulled out a tablet. The driver—one of Damion’s trusted men—closed the door and pulled away from the hospital, blending seamlessly into the q
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