"You signed the contract, Bianca." Damien’s voice was dark, and laced with cruel possession as he towered over her. "That means when I say strip, you strip. When I say crawl, you get on your knees. And when I say beg… well, show me how desperate you can be." Bianca clenched her fists, trembling and, swallowing her pride. This was the price she had to pay for revenge. She lifted her chin and exhaled. "Yes, sir."
View More~Bianca's POV~Silence.I stared at Dr. Emily, my mouth opening and closing as if I had forgotten how to speak. Then, I burst into laughter."Good one, doc!" I wiped tears from my eyes. "You had me there for a sec."But then I noticed that Dr. Emily's gaze didn't mirror amusement. There was something darker in it. A shadow of guilt. Her face remained solemn, regret evident in her eyes."What?" I leaped to my feet, the chair scraping loudly behind me. I wasn't sure if I was shaking with anger or disbelief. "What the hell do you mean I don't have cancer? Are you telling me that all these years—everything I've lived through—it's all been a lie?"Dr. Emily flinched at my outburst, but she didn't retreat. She remained calm, a quiet sorrow in her eyes."Bianca," she began softly, "Please, just let me explain."My pulse hammered in my ears, and I paced the small office, unable to process the sheer scale of the betrayal. "Explain? You just told me my entire life was based on a lie! How the he
~Bianca's POV~ I stood frozen. Nathan's arms wrapped around my rain-soaked body like we were in some twisted movie. His embrace was warm, desperate—and completely out of character. Pulling back just enough to study me, his hands gripped my shoulders, brown eyes scanning for wounds. "Are you hurt? What happened?" His voice cracked. "You walked in the rain? You could've caught a cold." I blinked up at him, still dripping. Still stunned. What the hell? This wasn't the man who ignored my tears. The man who didn't flinch when I bled. He hadn't even held me when my father died. Now he was wrapping a towel around my shoulders, voice low and gentle. "The maids are off tonight, but I could make you tea. Something hot. Ginger, maybe." Tea? Nathan? The man who once said tea was for the weak? My confusion must've shown. "I'm fine," I said, stepping back. "You don't have to—really." He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, patting the space beside him. "I've been thinking… about this mo
~Bianca's POV~ Time didn't just stop—it caved in, and I forgot the cold, the shouts, the flashes; the world faded until there was only him. Damien Sinclair. He looked exactly how I remembered. No, better. Jet-black hair slicked back from that sharp, sculpted face. A black T-shirt clung to his chest, grey sweatpants sitting low on his hips. Casual. Effortless. Completely out of place in a cemetery, but somehow, he owned the moment anyway. The power in his posture and the calm precision of his movements. But his eyes… They flicked over me, ice-cold and unreadable, a flicker of recognition before they turned blank, like I was no one. His fingers swept through the gravel, searching, until they stilled when he noticed something beside me. I followed his gaze—and there it was, his black veil, lying at my side. I stood quickly, bent down to pick it up, and offered it to him with a trembling hand. Standing to his full height, he didn't thank me, just snatched it from my fingers, his tou
~Bianca's POV~ "Bianca, what's this I'm hearing about you disrespecting Mum?" Blinking slowly, I dragged myself out of the spiraling thought I'd been trapped in. Damien Sinclair. His name had been echoing in my head like a curse. But not now. There were more immediate devils at this table. I lifted my gaze from the untouched food in front of me. The dining room, with its six velvet chairs circling the glass table and the crystal chandelier above, looked as elegant and false as ever. A beautiful cage. Nathan sat at the far end, arms crossed, brown eyes narrowed with self-righteous indignation. To his left—directly across from me—Cecelia, the master manipulator in pearls. Normally, I would've sat beside him, smiling on cue, laughing when expected, and swallowing the poison they so generously served—literally. But not today. I'd taken the seat at the opposite end. And Nathan had noticed. Oh, he noticed. The table was set with their usual flair—creamy mashed potatoes, perfectly glaz
~Bianca's POV~Cecelia's mouth opened and closed back and forth like a fish. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were wide lost in their fury as she wagged her finger back and forth.Her lips trembled in anger as she kept pointing at me, "You—" she stammered and panted, her entire body shaking.Then I snapped out of it, my eyes widened, “Shit! I had lost control of my emotions.” I muttered to myself. I took in a deep breath and tried to calm myself. “I needed to remain calm. I couldn't let them be suspicious of any big change. I couldn't screw this up before we even began.” I muttered to myself as I talked my senses into myself.My eyes closed, and I breathed slowly. I clenched my fists then released them slowly again, and when I opened my eyes the next moment, they were clear of any rage and what remained was Coldness and indifference.I looked at my mother-in-law whose temper wavered in an instant. She was tense and watched me starry-eyed.I rubbed my face and breathed softly, then I
~Bianca pov~I felt pain, heart-wrenching pain. It was like I had been stabbed in the tummy, I let out a groan and held my tummy as well as rolled on the bed, I am too familiar with the pain, and like always, I stretched my hand to the bedside table for my bottle of medicine when my hand paused.I stiffened and my mind went blank, even the pain seemed to have disappeared. My mind turned with many thoughts but none of them seemed to stay, but one question remained—Can you feel pain when you are dead?!” My brain snapped with that thought and my eyes opened, I sat up immediately, my mind was dazed and all I could do was take in deep breath, my head felt heavy and I had to shake it to relieve the pain. Some minutes after calming down, I looked at my hands in a daze, then at the bed, and the room I was in. “What is going on?!” I muttered with a shaky voice. I wanted to shout but it was like my throat had been sealed and my mouth had been tapped, I could do nothing but look at my hands an
~Bianca Pov~It's been two days, I locked myself in my room. I didn’t eat, I didn’t sleep and all I did all day was lay on the bed staring at the ceiling and feeling nothing but emptiness.My body felt weak and my chest was heavy with guilt and pain. I had betrayed my dead husband, I had sold my dignity, and for what exactly?My stomach churned as the memory of that night flashed through my mind, the kiss, the way our bodies entangled together, everything was crazy, but no one knew his much pain I carried in me after that night. Damien Sinclair.It was like I could still feel his cold hands on me, his piercing blue eyes. The way he had looked at me as if I were nothing.I closed my eyes and felt a tear drop from my eyes. I raised my hand to catch it, I looked at it and felt my eyes tremble. It's funny how I had thought I was saving myself, and Saving the company but I had only lost more of myself.I gripped the blanket tightly, my breath shallow. “What have I done?” I muttered to my
~Bianca Pov~I stood in front of the tall building and I could feel my hands shaking as I looked up at it. The lights from the windows shone brightly but I felt like I was standing in darkness. My heart pounded, my legs felt weak, and every part of me wanted to turn around and leave.But I couldn’t, I can't when I know what is at stake! I knew If I walked away, Nathan’s family would let me die.I bit my lips and swallowed hard, my throat felt dry. Just a year ago, I had everything. A father who loved me, A husband I adored, and a life full of warmth and safety.Now all of it is gone, yes! Gone! My father was dead and my husband, the man I had loved with all my heart and had even disobeyed my father to marry was also gone. And all I had left was my weak, sick body and a company that was about to collapse.I sighed softly—Nathan’s family had no use for me anymore. They refused to help me get better. They made me depend on them, controlling my every move. And now, they have given me an
~Bianca Pov~I stood in front of the tall building and I could feel my hands shaking as I looked up at it. The lights from the windows shone brightly but I felt like I was standing in darkness. My heart pounded, my legs felt weak, and every part of me wanted to turn around and leave.But I couldn’t, I can't when I know what is at stake! I knew If I walked away, Nathan’s family would let me die.I bit my lips and swallowed hard, my throat felt dry. Just a year ago, I had everything. A father who loved me, A husband I adored, and a life full of warmth and safety.Now all of it is gone, yes! Gone! My father was dead and my husband, the man I had loved with all my heart and had even disobeyed my father to marry was also gone. And all I had left was my weak, sick body and a company that was about to collapse.I sighed softly—Nathan’s family had no use for me anymore. They refused to help me get better. They made me depend on them, controlling my every move. And now, they have given me an ...
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