Hailey
Morning came quicker than I expected. I didn’t know when I had fallen asleep, but I woke up feeling the aftermath—my throat raw from all the sobs I had tried to swallow, my eyes swollen, my skin still burning.
After Damien walked away, I had rushed to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stood beneath the scorching water for hours. Scrubbing. Scrubbing. Trying to erase him.
But it didn’t work.
I felt him everywhere.
Every inch of my skin. Every inch of my soul.
Every tear tracing down my face felt like his mocking fingers mapping paths along my body. Every trembling breath echoed with the sound of his cruel laughter. And when I stepped out, dripping and exhausted, and faced the mirror—
I saw it.
The evidence. His fingerprints still branded into my flesh, buried beneath blotchy red pat
Hailey“Carter…”His name slipped off my tongue, half in shock, half in disbelief. We’d only met once. Just once. He’d been decent then—charming, even. But Damien had loathed him, and if I knew anything about Damien, that hatred hadn’t faded. Not even a little.Especially not after that incident—Carter had walked into Damien’s office unannounced, right when we were... indecent. In a scandalous position. His smug words, his amused expression—I hadn't exactly warmed to him after that. Didn’t have any intention to do so.And yet… I didn’t really hate him. I should’ve, maybe. Especially after he’d called me a “toy,” unaware that I was Hailey—Damien Black’s stepsister, not some faceless flirt. Maybe if I’d taken his words to heart, I wouldn’t have let my hopes rise. But mostly, I think I just tried to hate Carter because Damien did. Like it was some twisted loyalty pact I’d signed without realizing.But now—did Carter even remember me?“Yeah, Carter,” he repeated slowly, a cocky smirk tugg
Hailey"So, I’m guessing the date went wrong?" A smirk flickered across his lips—a poor disguise, really. I could see through it. A diversion. A deflection. “Or maybe…” His hand brushed mine, the one still twisted in his tie. “An argument with your boyfriend? Trouble in paradise?” He chuckled, low and amused.Maybe he could see through me, too.Damien Black was never my boyfriend. We didn’t date. But we had everything people in love claimed to have—everything but the damn label. Everything but the ring. Because that bastard never loved me. Not really. It was all smoke and mirrors, and he played the illusion so perfectly, I almost believed it was real.“Carter…” I started, ready to snap, but he cut in."You know, I had a girlfriend named Daisy when I was twenty." He leaned down, locking his gaze with mine. His face was close now—too close. The way he looked at me made me feel small. Like a confused little girl. Helpless. Uncertain. Or maybe… maybe he saw me exactly as I was."Every tim
Hailey"Do we seriously have to meet them today, Mom?" I groaned, tugging on my boots while lounging on Mom's bed. It wasn't the boots bugging me, but these out-of-the-blue meetups she springs on me."Yep, that's the plan," she said, brushing on some blush, forever classy. "Before you jump into the 'why didn't you tell me sooner' spiel, I knew you'd run off to spend the night and day with Isla. That's why I dropped it on you now."She had a point. If given the choice, I'd rather chill at Isla's than go to this sudden family gathering. Like, seriously, what's the big deal? Coby and I already knew each other. This whole shebang seemed set up for that little demon—yeah, I'd nicknamed him that. Coby's kid, Damien or whatever, is around eleven or twelve, I guess. I was too busy on my phone when Mom mentioned him.But here's the problem —the new brother.Man, if he is annoying, as I suspected, I'd probably snap and grab his ear. I had no clue how small it was, but it should do the trick."Y
HaileyMy lips sealed, eyes widening as if a ghost had crossed my path, and the jolt I felt—akin to being hurled off a skyscraper's hundredth, maybe even two hundredth floor.So, this was the little demon? He wasn't little at all. God! He did look sinful like a demon, but...Damn it! I needed to get a hold of myself."B-but, Damien's eleven years old," I stammered, my words barely rising above a whisper. "How can you be Damien?"His stormy grey eyes danced with amusement, the curve of his lips signaling he enjoyed my confusion as much as I hated being confused."Tell me something. What about me made you think I'd be an eleven-year-old kid?" he asked, momentarily diverting my attention to the way his lips moved and the prominent veins on his neck—God! He even knew my name... And he was too pristine—something about his orderliness and serenity clashed starkly with my chaotic nature.Hell! This was going to be a struggle if he were the real Damien because my thoughts were far from decent.
Hailey Time drifted as we placed our orders and the dishes arrived, the waiter attending to us. Damien Black seemed preoccupied, his attention split between his phone, intermittent calls, and three glasses of wine that adorned the table by the end of our lunch. He barely spared a glance in my direction, yet I found myself stealing looks at him, sizing him up every now and then.And the conclusion was infuriatingly clear—he was flawless. Throughout the meal, I'd been desperately searching for imperfections. Why, I couldn't quite fathom. Perhaps it was a feeble attempt to convince myself that he was human, fallible, or maybe—more plausibly—the reason I refused to acknowledge: to give myself cause to deny...liking him.I didn't know why I wanted to dislike him. But I just wanted to. Real bad.This whole situation was fucked up, and I was acutely aware of it. But awareness did little to guide my actions.I was not naive. I knew my stuff. I knew when I was attracted to a man and right now
HaileyAs I settled into the Range Rover, its sleek matte black finish immediately captivated me, much like the exterior had moments before. It was becoming apparent that Mom hadn't exaggerated about the wealth of these people—Damien and Coby.However, Damien's wealth didn't excuse his icy demeanor. I couldn't bring myself to like him. At all. What bothered me more was how effortlessly he rendered me speechless every time he spoke whereas most of the time he didn't speak at all. There was an inexplicable strangeness about him, something beyond the usual norms. God, I didn't know how to articulate it; putting it into words felt oddly inappropriate."You should buckle up, Bunny," he said casually, diverting his attention from his phone as he started the car.I really wanted to tell him to not call me that thing."Oh, right," I attempted to fasten the seatbelt. But to my frustration, it seemed to jam. How was it that the seatbelt in my mom's ordinary, inexpensive, and ugly car worked flaw
HaileyIsla's voice echoed so loudly through the phone that I instinctively pulled it away from my ear, fearing for my eardrums."Are you saying your stepbrother is ridiculously fucking hot?" Her tone was practically a shout, and my cheeks burned with embarrassment.God, she was too loud!"I never said that. Why are you twisting my words like that?" I hissed, feeling the heat in my face intensify.She was making it sound as if I had checked him out. But had I not checked him out? Damn it. I was confused myself, how was I supposed to answer her?"That's exactly how it sounded," Isla's whistle was low, almost teasing. "So, what's your plan now, innocent Hailey? You've just landed in a bigger trouble in your new home."He was trouble, not just for me, but for any girl because of those goddamn looks. Yet, clearly, he had a lot on his plate, and I'd witnessed it firsthand today—he was a busy person."You're not making any sense," I tried to brush her off, but I knew she wouldn't let this go
Hailey"You may now kiss the bride."As Coby and Mom kissed, the room erupted with applause and joyful whistles. It was a grand wedding, though attended only by family and friends known to my mom and Coby. We'd touched down in Los Angeles the night before, crashing at a hotel until the big day. Our luggage and whatnot had already been moved to Coby's mansion.I couldn't quite figure out my feelings about this wedding yet, but seeing my mom and Coby so happy warmed something inside. It had been tough times; maybe the good ones were finally rolling in?As long as my mom and Coby found happiness in this marriage, I was content too. Yet, I knew I would miss my former life—the city that nurtured my growth, the familiar faces I left behind, even if it only comprised Isla and a handful of others who shared our apartment building—the circle was small but it felt enough. "I love you, darling," my mom whispered, tears trickling down her cheek. Coby wiped them away with a small smile. His eyes
Hailey"So, I’m guessing the date went wrong?" A smirk flickered across his lips—a poor disguise, really. I could see through it. A diversion. A deflection. “Or maybe…” His hand brushed mine, the one still twisted in his tie. “An argument with your boyfriend? Trouble in paradise?” He chuckled, low and amused.Maybe he could see through me, too.Damien Black was never my boyfriend. We didn’t date. But we had everything people in love claimed to have—everything but the damn label. Everything but the ring. Because that bastard never loved me. Not really. It was all smoke and mirrors, and he played the illusion so perfectly, I almost believed it was real.“Carter…” I started, ready to snap, but he cut in."You know, I had a girlfriend named Daisy when I was twenty." He leaned down, locking his gaze with mine. His face was close now—too close. The way he looked at me made me feel small. Like a confused little girl. Helpless. Uncertain. Or maybe… maybe he saw me exactly as I was."Every tim
Hailey“Carter…”His name slipped off my tongue, half in shock, half in disbelief. We’d only met once. Just once. He’d been decent then—charming, even. But Damien had loathed him, and if I knew anything about Damien, that hatred hadn’t faded. Not even a little.Especially not after that incident—Carter had walked into Damien’s office unannounced, right when we were... indecent. In a scandalous position. His smug words, his amused expression—I hadn't exactly warmed to him after that. Didn’t have any intention to do so.And yet… I didn’t really hate him. I should’ve, maybe. Especially after he’d called me a “toy,” unaware that I was Hailey—Damien Black’s stepsister, not some faceless flirt. Maybe if I’d taken his words to heart, I wouldn’t have let my hopes rise. But mostly, I think I just tried to hate Carter because Damien did. Like it was some twisted loyalty pact I’d signed without realizing.But now—did Carter even remember me?“Yeah, Carter,” he repeated slowly, a cocky smirk tugg
HaileyMorning came quicker than I expected. I didn’t know when I had fallen asleep, but I woke up feeling the aftermath—my throat raw from all the sobs I had tried to swallow, my eyes swollen, my skin still burning.After Damien walked away, I had rushed to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stood beneath the scorching water for hours. Scrubbing. Scrubbing. Trying to erase him.But it didn’t work.I felt him everywhere.Every inch of my skin. Every inch of my soul.Every tear tracing down my face felt like his mocking fingers mapping paths along my body. Every trembling breath echoed with the sound of his cruel laughter. And when I stepped out, dripping and exhausted, and faced the mirror—I saw it.The evidence. His fingerprints still branded into my flesh, buried beneath blotchy red pat
DamienWhen her hand collided with my skin, it hurt—more than I'd expected. A sharp, searing pain, but nothing compared to what I felt inside. But....A part of me was satisfied. I deserved this. Hell, I deserved worse.But Hailey... Hailey at least had the strength to fight back. To stand her ground. To stay stable when everything was crumbling.My head snapped to the side, and instinctively, my fingers brushed the burning spot on my cheek. The sting spread, but it was nothing—nothing compared to the inferno in my chest. My heart was burning—fucking burning—The one that had driven me here, to her room, to wrap my arms around her like I'd always fucking wanted. But when things spiraled, I knew—I could use this mistake to my advantage.I had to fucking break her to make her. Turn her into someone I wouldn't even recognize. Someone who wouldn't trust an asshole like me. And that would help me breathe easier.My gaze lifted. She stood there, trembling, her breath uneven. As shattered as s
HaileyThe night wrapped its cold fingers around me as I stood on the balcony—arms wrapped around myself—trying to soothe wounds that no one could see but only feel. Wounds he had carved into me with his touch. Wounds I knew would never heal.I had no right to feel heartbroken.I kept repeating that to myself like a fucking prayer—like it would somehow numb the ache clawing inside my chest.What was I to Damien, anyway?A warm body in his bed. A mouth to kiss. A cunt to fuck.Nothing more.This had been nothing but a mind-blowing sexual adventure for him—something to pass the time. And somewhere along the way, I had been stupid enough to start searching for something else.Something more.It was my fault.All of this...It was all m
HaileyThe pieces of my heart—so carefully held together, so desperately collected—trembled. They quivered, beating fast, erratically, as the fear of shattering into nothing but dust coiled around them, squeezing tighter with every passing second.I held my breath. Struggled to maintain an expression—any expression—that wasn’t pure, unfiltered dread. And I hated myself for it. Hated how I felt this fear. Hated how close I was to begging him to look at me, to speak, to say something that would make this not real.Maybe it was a joke. Maybe it was a nightmare. Please let it be a nightmare.But Damien Black didn’t flinch.Didn’t even bother to acknowledge me.He just sat there. Casually eating his breakfast, his fork scraping against his plate—no, against my fucking
DamienAfter the words she said, I couldn't fucking relax all day. I couldn’t fucking breathe. Not properly. Not without feeling them coil around my throat like a noose.And later that night, I couldn’t stop fucking her. Harder. Rougher. Like I could erase what she made me feel. Like I could fuck her out of my goddamn soul.I failed.Even now, as she lay curled in my arms, sleeping soundly like she belonged there, I watched her—like some goddamn creep—unable to stop feeling. And fuck, I hated it. My fingers twitched with the urge to grip her tighter, to keep her locked against me. I hated Hailey for more reasons than I could count.I hated her.God, I hated her.She made me feel alive. I hated that.She made me feel human again. I hated that even more.She made me better. And I despised her for it.
HaileyHis breath grazed the curve of my ear, his voice a whisper as he dove deeper into me. "What a tight little cunt you have, Bunny," he rumbled, his words dripping with hunger. My head lolled against his shoulder, my body boneless in his hold. Without his hands steadying me, I'd have crumpled beneath the weight of his touch. "It grips me just right," he growled. "Like you were made for me."Damien had never been one for mercy. He took what he wanted, and right now, he was devouring me. I wished I could say I hated it—that I didn't crave every brutal inch of him—but I'd be lying. Damien could carve his name into my skin, and I'd wear it like a crown. He could claim to be a monster, and I'd walk willingly into his jaws. He could slit my fucking throat and I'd fuckig let him! He owned me—body and soul.And I despised him for it.Yet, my fingers found their way to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. My lips brushed against his throat, a desperate, silent plea to disappear benea
HaileyDamien had broken the news to me—Mom and Coby would arrive today. Possibly within half an hour. So, first thing in the morning, I shifted back to my room. Even though the comforting warmth of Damien’s room, Damien’s body, was too hard to let go.But no matter how much I tried to push it aside, something gnawed at me. Clawed at me.Because I’d heard something last night.I didn’t know if it was a hallucination. A dream. Or something else entirely. But I knew what I heard."I love you, Hailey. And I’m sorry I will have to break you apart."Those words. That voice. His voice.And yet, they were so unlike him that I almost didn’t believe it. Damien had been the same this morning. No change. No hesitation. No reaction that hinted at something unusual. And how could someone sound so casual after