Lila's POVI woke up with a fire in my chest that morning. A fire of determination that I hadn't felt in days. It was as though the night had given me a second wind, and I decided that no matter what, today would be better. It had to be.Sliding out of bed, I went through my morning routine with a sense of purpose. My reflection in the mirror seemed to echo my resolve, though the shadows of yesterday’s troubles still lingered faintly in my eyes.“I’ll fix it,” I whispered to myself as I smoothed down my blouse. “I’ll fix everything.”With a quick glance at the clock, I realized I needed to hurry. I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder, mentally rehearsing the things I planned to say to Nicholas and the board. Today, I wouldn’t let them walk all over me.Just as I reached for my car keys, my phone buzzed. Pausing mid-motion, I fished it out of my bag and glanced at the screen. Unknown Number.I frowned. It wasn’t often I got calls from numbers I didn’t recognize, but something
Lila's POV Tears blurred my vision. “Henry!” I called, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m here, baby. I’ll get you all out of there. I promise.”Before I could say more, the phone was yanked away. The anonymous man’s distorted voice returned, cold and detached. “That’s enough.”“Wait—” I pleaded, but the video feed disappeared, replaced by audio again.“You’ve seen them,” he said. “Now wire the money. Remember, no police, no friends, no one. If you do as you’re told for sometime, they’ll remain unharmed, and I’ll release them soon.”My hands tightened into fists, but I forced myself to remain calm. “Fine,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’ll do it. Just don’t hurt them.”The line went silent for a moment before he spoke again, his tone almost mocking. “You have my word…as long as you comply.”When the call ended, I sat still for a moment, staring at the phone in my hand. Relief washed over me in waves—I had seen them. They were alive. But the sorrow of their captivity was like a weig
Lila's POVThe weight of the day bore down on me as I slumped onto my couch, kicking off my shoes with a sigh that seemed to come from the depths of my soul. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, willing myself to think of nothing for just a moment. The chaos of the boardroom, Damian’s betrayal, and the suffocating despair of my family’s situation all swirled together in a storm of emotions I couldn’t control.Yet, even amid the mess, one small sliver of joy flickered in my heart. My family was alive. I might not be able to hold them right now, but knowing they were still breathing gave me a glimmer of hope.As I sat there, trying to sort through the rubble of my day, a knock echoed from the door. I froze, my mind racing. I wasn’t expecting anyone. For a brief second, fear crept into my heart, and I wondered if the anonymous caller had come to make good on his threats. But then, I heard his voice.“Lila, it’s me. Please, open the door.”Damian.I clenched my jaw and stared at t
Lila's POV Damian sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Honestly? I don't have a plan yet. I’m still trying to figure it out. This isn’t exactly a simple situation, Lila.”He shifted in his seat, turning to face me fully, his blue eyes locking onto mine. “But we’re in this together now. Whatever we decide, we do it as a team.”The sincerity in his voice gave me pause. But being sincere or not, I don't want to be that simple girl who trusts easily anymore. I left an iota of doubt. Maybe, just maybe, we could pull this off.As we brainstormed, tossing ideas back and forth, Damian suddenly sat up straighter, his eyes lighting up with inspiration. “Wait. What about the Monroe estate?” he said, his voice tinged with excitement.“What about it?” I asked, curiosity piqued.“The other day, you mentioned finding an old journal in your parents’ room,” he said, leaning closer. “What if there’s something else there? A document, a ledger—anything that could give us leverage?”I blinked at him,
Damian's POV I sat at a small café tucked away in a quieter part of the city, my fingers drumming lightly on the table. The place wasn’t overly crowded, with only a few customers chatting in hushed tones. It seemed like the perfect spot to meet and discuss everything without prying eyes.The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, but I ignored it, my thoughts far too tangled to appreciate it. Lila was running late, and though I trusted her word, I couldn’t help but feel a little restless. I pulled out my phone, dialing her number.“Hey, I’m almost there,” Lila said, her voice slightly breathless on the other end.“Alright, I’ll wait,” I replied, hanging up before tossing the phone back onto the table.I leaned back in my seat, letting my mind drift as I waited. Ever since my father gave me his ultimatum, a sour taste had lingered in my mouth. The man I’d once idolized, whose approval I’d sought for so long, now filled me with resentment.How did it come to this?Yes
Lila's POV Damian’s expression hardened the moment I threw down the challenge. For a moment, I thought he would lash out, argue, or refuse. Instead, he simply stared at me, his blue eyes stormy with a mix of emotions I couldn’t quite decipher. Then, to my utter astonishment, he reached out, took my hands in his, and stood up.“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.“Come with me,” he said, his tone calm but firm.“Where?” I pulled back slightly, trying to read his expression, but his features gave away nothing.“You’ll see,” he said cryptically, giving my hands a gentle tug.I hesitated, my instinct screaming at me to dig in my heels and demand answers. But the sincerity in his eyes, the quiet determination on his face, made me relent. With a wary nod, I followed him.We left the café in silence, Damian’s grip on my hand steady but not forceful. He led me out the building, and into his car. I slid into the passenger seat, my confusion mounting with every pas
Lila's POV The courthouse had an eerie quietness, as though it knew the significance of what Damian and I were about to do. The air was cool, the muted hum of distant conversations and shuffling papers adding to the surrealness of the moment. Damian stood beside me, dressed sharply in a tailored suit that emphasized his calm confidence. His eyes flickered toward me occasionally, offering reassurance, but my heart raced regardless.It wasn’t the ceremony that made me nervous—it was everything it symbolized. This was not a wedding of love and celebration but one of necessity and survival. Yet, there was a knot in my chest I couldn’t quite untangle, a mix of emotions too complicated to name.The judge sat before us, flipping through the necessary documents while our lawyer and two hired witnesses stood silently nearby. The simplicity of it all was almost jarring; no grand ballroom, no music, no audience. Just signatures and words binding Damian and me together in a way neither of us
Lila's POVMy heart raced as I wiped my tears hastily, forcing myself to stand upright. The phone felt heavy in my hand, a cruel reminder of what had just happened. I swallowed hard, pressing my lips together to stifle the sobs that still clawed at my throat.The call had ended. For now, I was safe—if only barely.“Lila, what’s going on?” Damian’s voice came again, sharper this time, as he knocked on the restroom door.I froze, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My face was pale, my eyes red-rimmed from crying. I ran trembling hands under cold water, splashing it on my cheeks in a desperate attempt to compose myself. Then, I flushed the toilet to buy a few more seconds and called out, “I’m fine! I’ll be out in a minute.”Taking a deep breath, I straightened my shoulders and forced a semblance of calm onto my features. I opened the door, stepping out, and there Damian stood, his towering frame blocking the narrow hallway. His piercing gaze scanned my face, and I could see the con
Lila's POVMy heart thudded violently against my chest as Connor’s words sank in. A surprise? What could he possibly mean? I barely had time to process it when he motioned to his armed men to fetch something.“No... please, no...” I whispered, dread creeping into my voice.But before I could dwell further on his intentions, my attention snapped to Valerie. Connor’s slap had sent her sprawling onto the cold floor, and my stomach churned as I saw the dark, unmistakable stain of blood pooling beneath her. My breath caught in my throat.“Valerie!” I screamed, my voice trembling with horror.Her lips moved faintly, but no sound came. My heart ached for her—even after all she had done, no one deserved this.“Let her suffer,” Connor sneered, his grip on my arm like a vice.But then my eyes darted to Damian, crumpled on the floor, his chest rising and falling weakly. Panic surged through me as I called his name. “Damian! Damian, wake up!”There was no response. His eyes were shut, his face pa
Damian's POVConnor’s laughter echoed in my ears, a cruel sound that grated against the raw edges of my resolve. The pain from his blows radiated through my body, but I refused to let him see how much it affected me. The two men holding me tightened their grip as Connor swung the metal rod again, slamming it against my ribs.“You know what’s funny, Damian?” he said, his voice dripping with mockery as he paced in front of me. “It’s that you thought you were such a hero that night. Beating me to a pulp for trying to have a little fun with your precious Lila.”He leaned closer, his breath hot against my face as his smirk widened. “But here’s the kicker—you remember Valerie, don’t you?”I didn’t respond, my jaw clenched tightly against the wave of anger and shame threatening to bubble over.Connor laughed again, a dark, sinister sound. “Of course, you do. You two had a real cozy night together at that bar, didn’t you?” He turned to Lila, his grin widening. “Oh, you didn’t know, did you?
Damian's POVThe night was heavy with silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves as I moved closer to Connor’s house. My body protested every step, the dull ache in my abdomen a constant reminder of my unhealed wound. But the pain was insignificant compared to the anger surging through me.The dim light spilling from a window guided my path as I crouched behind a low hedge. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat echoing like a drum in the stillness. Finally, I saw her. Valerie.After she and Connor had a little argument and he left, She stood alone near the back door, her posture casual, as if she didn’t have a care in the world. That sight only fueled my rage. She looked calm now, unbothered—like she hadn’t been the one to lie, to extort, to string me along for months with the weight of a secret child.My vision blurred with fury. Before I even realized what I was doing, I stepped out of the shadows and grabbed her. My hand wrapped tightly around her neck, not enough
Lila's POVThe sound of the car door slamming jolted me slightly in the cramped, dark space of the trunk. I held my breath for a moment, listening carefully for any sign that Damian might have realized I was here.Nothing. Just the low hum of the car’s engine as it roared to life.I adjusted myself slightly, making sure the trunk wasn’t fully closed so air could filter through. The space was stifling, and every bump in the road sent a dull ache through my body as I shifted uncomfortably against the hard interior. But this discomfort was nothing compared to the swirling storm of thoughts raging in my mind.Damian’s face flashed before me—those fiery eyes, sharp with fury and something else I couldn’t quite place. His reaction earlier felt... different. It was more than just his usual protective instinct flaring up because of Connor. It was deeper.Rage radiated off him like heat waves in the desert. Even in his weakened state, he seemed utterly consumed by it.I swallowed hard, tryin
Damian's POVThe moment I heard the faint hum of Lila’s car fading away, I exhaled deeply, my resolve hardening. The doctor had been insufferable, his protests grating on my nerves as if I didn’t already know my own limits. My body was screaming for rest, the pain in my abdomen a constant, gnawing reminder of my injury, but I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered now was to track Connor and Valerie—especially Valerie.“I’ll need painkillers,” I told the doctor curtly.He hesitated again, clearly torn between his professional duty and the icy glare I shot his way. “Sir, I—”“Now.” My voice left no room for negotiation, and he finally relented, fetching the medication and handing it to me with a resigned sigh.As soon as I swallowed the pill, I stood, my knees wobbling slightly. The painkillers wouldn’t kick in immediately, but I’d endure. I always did. I managed to make my way to the parking lot, each step a sharp reminder of what I’d just been through. Yet, my focus was laser-s
Lila's POVThe soft beeping of the heart monitor was a constant backdrop as I sat by Damian's bedside, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over his pale but peaceful face. His strong features, though slightly softened by his current state, still held that captivating strength that made my heart ache.It had been a long night, and now an even longer day. Watching him fight for his life had been agony. The doctors had assured me this morning that he was out of danger after they removed the bullet. And when his eyes fluttered open earlier, I had cried tears of relief. He had slipped back into sleep in the afternoon, and I spent those quiet hours keeping watch, unable to leave his side.The doctor’s words replayed in my head: It will take time for him to recover fully. I sighed, resting my head on the chair’s back, exhausted but determined. Seeing him like this made me realize how deeply I loved him.Suddenly, Damian stirre
Lila's POV The room felt suffocating, every word Nicholas spoke laced with venom. Damian had stopped struggling for a moment, his chest heaving as if he were holding back the storm brewing inside him. Beside him, I remained frozen, barely able to process the revelation Nicholas had just dropped on us like a bomb.Nicholas’s smirk widened as he noticed our silence. “Ah, you’re quiet now, aren’t you? Finally sinking in, Damian? Your precious mother isn’t the only casualty in my pursuit of control.”My heart pounded against my ribs. I didn’t want to hear more—I couldn’t. But Nicholas leaned closer, his voice a sinister whisper that seemed to echo off the walls.“Your beloved Diana,” he drawled, drawing out her name as if savoring it. “Such a sweet girl, wasn’t she? So curious, so eager to uncover the truth. But curiosity,” he said with a wicked smile, “comes at a price.”My breath hitched, and I saw Damian stiffen, his head snapping toward Nicholas.Nicholas straightened, his tone shif
Lila's POVNicholas pulled a gun from his pocket, the cold glint of metal catching my eye. My breath hitched, but I refused to show fear. He sauntered toward me with a sickening smirk, his gaze full of condescension and malice. When he stopped directly in front of me, I felt the bile rise in my throat.“Such a brave little bird,” he mocked, crouching so that we were at eye level. His fingers reached out, trailing along my cheek like a predator savoring its prey.My stomach churned. His touch was repulsive, vile. I clenched my fists against the ropes binding me to the chair, my nails digging into my palms. The disgust inside me bubbled over, and without thinking, I leaned forward and spat directly in his face.“Get your grubby hands off me!” I snapped, my voice trembling with fury.Nicholas froze, stunned by my defiance. His smirk faltered for the briefest moment, replaced by a flicker of surprise.Even I was taken aback by my reaction. There was a man with a gun in front of me, someo
Damian's POVNicholas took a step closer, his expression triumphant. “That’s right,” he said, his voice quieter now but no less cutting. “You don’t have a single drop of my blood in you. So it’s no wonder, really. You’ve never been like me, and you never will be.”The room seemed to tilt, my mind struggling to comprehend his words. I had despised him for as long as I could remember, but this... this revelation shook me to my core.Nicholas stood there, his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched me struggle with the weight of his words. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, as the gravity of what he was saying sunk in. I wanted to believe it was a sick joke, some twisted game he was playing to throw me off balance.“You’re lying,” I spat, my voice hoarse but defiant. “You’re trying to manipulate me.”His smirk widened, and he shook his head slowly. “Oh, Damian,” he said, almost pityingly. “Do you think I’d waste my time on a lie? You can feel it, can’