Naomi thought signing the divorce papers would be the end of her tangled past with billionaire, Ethan Carter. But one night of reckless passion proves their story is far from over. When Ethan’s younger brother, Nathan, is kidnapped by Damian, the man who has spent years trying to destroy Ethan and claim Naomi for himself, who is also her high schoolmate. She is forced into making tough choices. To save Nathan, Naomi makes a daring deal with Damian. But Damian wants more than just love; he needs revenge to get back his pride, which has seemingly been swallowed by Ethan. He also needs Naomi back under his control. As she fights to outwit him, she finds herself running against time at every turn. With Ethan desperate to find her and Damian tightening his grip, Naomi risks everything in a final, heart-pounding escape. But when bullets fly and secrets unravel, one thing becomes clear she may have left Ethan once, but their love was never truly over. Will she make it out alive? Or will her past finally consume her? A gripping romance filled with passion, danger, and a love that refuses to die.
Lihat lebih banyak“Ouch, that hurts!” she moaned, her voice–tainted, coming forth like a broken whisper, far from how she had reacted to the hurt in her head. “My bad. I’ll go gentle.” He lifted his head to meet her gaze. But she was too stunned by everything to look back. “Gentle?”She felt bashful of herself for letting him read the green lights from her body’s reaction to his finger's contact with his skin. Her inner body tingled with his commanding, pleasant smell. His masculine breath caressed her neck as he bent to fix the necklace hooks perfectly. “What’s tomorrow’s Date?” He asked rhetorically while at his job. “Oh, I guess it’s a due date for you and me.” He breathes, slowing into her ears.Her feminine core alarmed in a swift response, causing her shoulders to shiver for a second, but not noticeable. She fought it, but her body didn't seem to take sides with her this time. “I wish..” She responded, biting her lower lips.“Why wish when I can make that happen, with one call away.”“My mothe
“Hey, get dressed, we’re stepping out.” Damian let a possessive order at Naomi who had buried herself in her studies preparing for her final fashion school exams. She lifted her face lazily, unfazed, like she had had enough of these authoritative orders, and it didn't surprise her anymore. Her gaze catches his eyes and his shape fills up the door frame with his hand, firmly wrapped around the doorknob, swinging the door ajar, signalling her that he’s waiting for her to wrap up and follow him immediately.“I’m busy with my studies, Mr. Damian.” she broke the silence tilting her head away from his burning eyes. One could tell that his eyes could burn down the books on her table.“You little needle. Can you for once trade my words into the fabrics of your brains and do as I say without questioning?” he shot at Naomi with his jaws flinched, and his face lacked an expression, leaving no traces of being painted at Naomi’s nonchalant attitude.Her legs fidget in fear of the unknown standin
“Damian, you should know better that your father’s biggest dream and dying wish is to mark his firm across the skies of the seven continents, and this is that dream coming to fruition. I know your plans. Wash your father’s 49 years of sweat down the drain?” She began, immediately she entered the mansion, cutting him off with a wave, signalling him to keep shut before he could say welcome.Now shaking, her eyes filled with concern and rage, she continued; “You are not flaunting that devil to the world. Neither will I let you make a wet blanket off this family’s noble name. Not while my eyes are on you, young man.” He tilted his face to the door frame leading to the kitchen, avoiding his stray eye contact piercing into hers, as he was fully aware that the next agenda on her visit was to shed a pool of tears once he confronted her with that unscathed look like he used to do when he was but a little boy.“Big Mom. Has your blood pressure agreed to stay calm?”“What do you mean by that Da
“Like I said earlier, Mr Damian, she needs utmost but gentle care while she finds her way to her best memories. Also, she might experience post-trauma syndrome around water bodies, big, small or even the littlest like that flowing from the shower.” The doctor instructed with a keen smile courting the edges of his mouth.Damian’s cold response came forth; “You’ve sung that enough, Doctor. Thank you.” He shoved past the Doctor’s stretched hand, which was now hanging in the air. The Nurses who were busy at the counter giggled in disgust and admiration at the toxic- masculinity displayed. “Get in,” Damian ordered, authoritatively but with a faint voice. Maybe, try to follow the doctor's manual so as not to worsen Naomi’s situation.Naomi’s eyes flickered around his face while sending herself low to sit in the front car seat.Damian slammed the door and headed for the wheels.“Sir, are we boarding a flight to Manhattan today?” Rex's voice came cracking from the walkie-talkie sitting on
Sharp screams pierced through the air, calling the attention of everyone in the building, literally.Damian took to his heels, walking briskly like an old woman whose grandchild had been touched.He pushed the door knob without a prior warning of bashing in. There is Naomi, struggling to take in air, her body felt heavy to carry, and the world seemed to whirl before her eyes–Whilst her body kept sinking into the bed, her face gradually submerging into a water body, and her heart jumped to her throat, causing her gut to churn out of low oxygen supply, and her hands felt stiff,--Unshaken like it was struck with a stroke, she pressed tight her eyelids together as if that action would call for a cease in the chaos that was happening around her.Hot tears escaped both edges of her eyes, drooling towards each ear on opposite ends. She could be clearly seen panting, and the monitors kept beeping, at deafening decibels.“Naomi! Naomi!” Her squinted eyes and muscles relaxed a bit on hearing
“Hello, Sir. The culprits behind Naomi’s tragic situation have been reprimanded in police custody.” Damian’s jaw tightened, his fingernails folded, touching his palm; the news should do a thing to him, maybe court a curt-lived smile on his face, or just maybe, hike his thirst for blood. If wishes were horses, he’d give the perpetrators of such outrageous acts a slow-painful death.“Who are they?” He asked, with pain in his voice. And his eyes, colouring brown with anger, flickering, left to right, yet all he could see were imaginations of what the devil's faces should look like.“They’re connected to a long-time incident with Naomi. The reports have it that they came to take revenge after Naomi for running a vehicle over their family member, who unfortunately died in the hospital, 3 days later.”Damian’s eyes brightened, his memories, strong, reeling with an electric current speed to pick out why they came, blood hot for revenge. He had been at the forefront of the mess.A few minute
Damian clung his hands to the stretcher Naomi was laid, helping the nurses push a little faster. Though the nurses flinched to signal him off, they had little or no guts to tell influential Damian what to do.“Mr. Damian?” A middle-aged man with strands of grey on his bushy mustache, covered with a white coverall, with a portable stethoscope in his palm called Damian from behind.Damian looked back through the corners of his right eye and squinted his eye as though he was racking up his memory to know how he met the Doctor that just called him.One thing that never came by surprise was his popularity almost everywhere he stepped in. The Doctor strode to meet the moving nurses and Damian.“Good evening, sir. I am Williams MD.” He kept jogging in action while trying to get Damian familiar with their hospital’s standard procedures. “Yes, Doctor?” Damian raised his brow for details for calling him, yet his face was unreadable.“Uhm.. sorry, our standard procedures demand that only autho
With both hands tied to the back, her mouth, sealed with a tape, both legs were tied with a heavy short rope that extended to a heavy stone, which was sitting at the bottom of the pull, pulling her weight to the bottom of the pool. She curled into a foetus shape, her blonde hair floating upwards. And the water, calm.Damian forgot to send instructions this time, as he did not know when his heavy legs ran uncontrollably and finally made a huge impact–splash on the pool as he dived into the pool swimming vigorously to the bottom of the pool where Naomi was now floating with her jaw resting on her chest.His heart stopped for a split second; his heart jumped to his throat, and he almost forgot he was underwater as he wanted to shout at Naomi to look up that he was there for her.Even if he did shout, she was too unconscious to have heard him at the time he arrived.He held her by the face with his hands on each side of her chin, lifted it up and it felt stiff. His eyes read the shocking
Lost in his dilemma, he could not fathom if he was actually risking his family’s name, investments and companies for the right reason. Was it about the incident that left him in shreds, particularly, now half a man? Maybe his way of punishing her for destroying him? Or was he gradually losing his five senses to lust? No. Not lust, I can’t be that cheap. Love? No! he shook off the thought, rubbing his nose bridge–hard, grinning his jaw to approve of disgust to himself for letting a thought of an illusion like love. A sharp voice from the front seat cut into his thoughts, reporting, “We are 60 kilometres away from the abandoned factory house, sir.”He quickly put himself back to act as the boss, showing no sign of weakness. He lifted his gaze to meet Rex, whose eyes were sternly fixed on him with concerns about the looks on his face. “G—ood,” His voice failed. “eh erhm.” he cleared his throat to shake off further suspicion about his emotional state, then reconstructed his statement
The pen hovered over the last signature line.Naomi’s fingers trembled while she forced herself to press the ink onto the page, the final step in dissolving five years of marriage. Across the brown mahogany table, Ethan Carter sat still, his sharp jaw clenched with his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.She tried to ignore the way his expensive cologne still sent a shiver down her spine. She also tried to forget the countless nights she had spent in his arms, tangled in silk sheets, legs spread across his body, whispering promises that had all crumbled to dust.The lawyer cleared his throat. "Ern ern, Mrs. Bennett…" He corrected himself. "Miss Bennett. Just the last page now." He said.Naomi exhaled sharply. It’s just a signature. Just ink on paper. But as she signed her name, she couldn’t ignore the way it felt, like carving a wound so deep it might never heal. Did she still love him?As she slid the document across the table to Ethan, he took it witho...
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