Damian’s office.Where was she? What was going on? Why wasn’t she picking up his calls? Something had to be wrong. He stared at his phone, hoping for a missed call, a text—anything. But the screen remained dark, mirroring the pit of uncertainty that had taken hold of his chest.He grabbed his phone and dialed, pacing the floor as it rang. After a few rings, one of his top security men answered.“Any updates?” Damian’s voice was sharp, betraying the simmering anger beneath.“None yet, sir. We’re still tracking the last location of her phone, but it went offline. We’re expanding the search.”Damian’s grip tightened around the phone. “That’s not good enough. I don’t care what it takes. I want her found.”“Yes, sir. We’re doing everything we can.”Damian ended the call without another word, his heart pounding. Who would dare take her?His thoughts darkened, and his chest tightened with the fear he didn’t want to admit to himself. Whoever had her didn’t know what they were getting into. He
Damian stormed out of the hospital, his mind spinning with fury and fear. The thought of Elara confronting Charles without his protection sent a chill through him. She was brave—too brave for her own good sometimes—and it terrified him. How could she walk into danger like that, knowing the stakes?As he slid into the backseat of his car, he gripped the door handle so hard his knuckles turned white. Charles was ruthless. He had already orchestrated Elara’s downfall once, and Damian knew he wouldn’t hesitate to strike again if it meant keeping her from rising back up.The car sped down the dark streets, the city lights blurring past the windows. Damian stared out, lost in his thoughts. Jackson’s words echoed in his head. She wouldn’t listen. He hated how true they were. Elara wasn’t the type to sit back and let him handle things, no matter how dangerous the situation was.He pulled out his phone again, scrolling through his contacts. He needed to know more about Leah. There had to be so
Damian sat at his desk, slowly eating his dinner, though the food tasted like ash in his mouth. His mind was elsewhere—focused on the danger Elara had placed herself in, the threat of Charles looming larger with every passing moment.Just as he finished the last bite, his phone buzzed again. His pulse quickened. He snatched it up, expecting an update from Jackson, but it wasn’t. It was his top security man.“We were able to trace your wife, sir,” the man said as soon as Damian picked up the call.Damian immediately rose to his feet. With a low but scary voice, he responded. “Where? Where is she?”“We were able to trace her phone, sir, but…” The voice over the phone paused.“But what?” Damian yelled. “Fucking answer my question.”“We lost her again.”“You lost her, or the phone?” Damian demanded.“Both.”He rubbed his hair in frustration. “Why? Why the heck are you calling me to inform me about that? Why did you call to give me hope that wasn’t there? Fuck off,” he cursed. “Call me whe
Damian stormed into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. The walls felt like they were closing in as he paced back and forth, the weight of his conflicting emotions pressing down on him. He had never felt so out of control, so unsure of himself. Elara—his contract wife, the woman who was supposed to be a simple business arrangement—had somehow become his weakness.He tried to shake off the thought, but it lingered like a persistent shadow. His heart raced at the thought of her being in danger, of Charles having his hands on her. His fists clenched involuntarily, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.“Why am I like this?” Damian muttered, looking out of the window at the city lights. “Why do I care this much?”He had been telling himself for months that Elara was just a pawn, a piece of the puzzle in his greater plan. The deal was supposed to be clean—no emotions, no complications. But now, standing in his room with the weight of her absence hanging over him, he knew
Charles stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over his skin as he contemplated his plan. His mind was divided between the satisfaction of the night with Anita and the darker, more sinister desires he harbored for Elara. His body responded to the mere thought of her—the thrill of the chase, the power he would wield over her when she finally had no choice but to submit to him.He lathered soap over his chest, washing away the remnants of the night, but his thoughts remained tangled in his obsession. Elara had always been just out of reach, but now, with Damian distracted and her whereabouts uncertain, the opportunity was ripe. She would be his—whether she wanted to be or not.A twisted smile played on his lips as the steam filled the room. The water beat down on his back, but his mind was already far away, at the warehouse where he knew the final act of his plan would unfold. He relished the thought of Damian arriving too late, desperate to save a woman who might alread
“Do you have another woman?” Margaret’s voice was trembling with a mix of anger and hurt.Charles looked up at her question. “Another woman?” he repeated.“Yes. Another woman. I know I was the only one who could satisfy you,” she replied. “The only one who could match your desires. You’re a monster when it comes to sex. I know the real you, and I embrace it. Why are you doing this to me if there isn’t another woman in the picture?” Charles smirked as she continued. “Perhaps Elara.”His eyes burned with rage. He slammed his fist on the desk, his deadly stare fixed on her. Margaret was shocked by his reaction. She stepped back, unable to contain her fear. The rage in his eyes made her wonder what she had done wrong. What had she said to deserve this?Charles approached her, grabbing her and pulling her closer before slamming his lips onto hers in a deep kiss.“Mm,” Margaret moaned, returning the kiss. She missed everything about him—his touch, his sex. Her hands roamed his body more urg
Charles drummed his fingers on the desk, staring blankly at the screen. His encounter with Margaret had drained him, but not in the way he needed. He felt no satisfaction, no sense of power or control. She was an annoyance, a pawn that had long outlived her usefulness. His real focus, his obsession, was elsewhere—on Elara.The moment she left his office, his mind snapped back to the real game. Margaret had provided a temporary release, but Elara was the prize that consumed his every thought. His mind raced with strategies, plotting the perfect way to trap her. She was the ultimate challenge, one that would cement his power and give him a thrill like no other.Elara wasn’t just another woman; she was different. The thought of her with Damian made his blood boil. The thought of her naked beneath him sent him into a mad rage. He blamed himself for following Daniel’s instructions. If he’d known she was going to marry Damian, he never would have listened and plotted against her. He had tho
He collected the spoon and started to eat.“Do you love it?” she asked, her heart filling with happiness as she watched him eat. Charles scoffed and wished for a moment that he had asked Asher to kidnap and kill her instead. She was so annoying.“Yes, I do,” he replied with a smile. She purred, smiling like a fool.“I wish I had been the one you met before your wife,” she said, hitting his nerves. Charles’ eyes darkened. He hated anyone comparing his wife with them. Anita was the love of his life, his breath, and he loved her dearly. Hearing Margaret say this so many times made him angry. He wanted to push her against the wall, right there, and strangle her to death.“How dare you!” he screeched. “How dare you compare your lowly self with my wife?”“Ah,” Margaret gasped. “Take it easy, Charles. I was only joking.” She knew better than to piss him off. She blamed herself for speaking without thinking. This was the first time he was eating her food, and she had ruined everything. “I’m s
The tension in the room intensified as Vera broke away from the kiss, her gaze fixed on Jackson’s face. His expression was gentle and vulnerable, just as she had hoped. She reached out to touch his cheek, a deliberate move to draw him further into her grasp.“I’ve been so lost without you,” she whispered. “There’s something I need to tell you, something important.” She led him to sit beside her on the plush sofa, her movements deliberately hesitant. “It’s about Elara.”Jackson stiffened at the name. “What about her?”“I’ve heard... troubling things.” Vera’s voice trembled perfectly. “About her connection to certain criminal elements. People who’ve been released from prison recently.” She watched his expression shift, doubt creeping in like a shadow.“She isn’t the type.”“Are you accusing me of lying, Jack?" she interrupted, cutting him off. “You’ve known me since we were kids.”“Vera.”“You don’t trust me, do you?” She stopped. “Or do you still believe I have feelings for Damian and
Daniel Regars stood outside the towering iron gates, a free man for the first time in years. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the crisp air of freedom, but it did little to soothe the rage simmering beneath his calm facade. Freedom meant nothing to him, not when his family was shattered, his father dead behind prison walls.He didn’t know why he was released so soon, but he could take this opportunity to destroy both of them.Daniel clenched his fists, a dark smile flickering at the corners of his mouth. “They’ll pay,” he murmured to himself. “For my father, for my family. They will both pay.”He didn’t know when or how, but vengeance had been his only thought, the one idea keeping him alive in that cell, counting down the days to his release. Who knew he could be released sooner? Now he was out, and nothing would stand between him and retribution.Daniel didn’t waste time. He knew he would need allies, someone who shared his hatred for Elara and Damian. His mind circled back
Elizabeth’s living room settled into a delicate quiet, broken only by the baby’s soft coos and the gentle tick of an antique clock on the mantel. Her hands trembled slightly as she smoothed her skirt, decades of stolen life weighing heavily in the air between them.“You must have so many questions,” Elizabeth said, her voice carrying the weight of unbearable loss. “About what really happened. About her.”Damian sat on the couch beside Elara, who was still cradling their son. His eyes hadn’t left the baby’s face, as if memorizing every detail he’d missed. “Start from the beginning,” he said, his voice tight. “Start with how Serena stole everything.”Elizabeth’s composed demeanor cracked, revealing raw pain beneath. “She was Father’s illegitimate daughter. My half-sister. But being Father’s secret child wasn’t enough for her – she wanted everything. My life. My identity.” She paused, struggling with the memories. “The day you were born, son... the happiest day of my life became my worst
Damian’s car wound through the quiet streets of the suburban neighborhood, each turn bringing them closer to the address Ghost had provided.Elara’s fingers drummed restlessly against her thigh, her heart pounding in her chest with each passing moment. The sun cast long shadows across the pavement, a reminder of how their world had shifted since Nina’s revelation just days ago.“It’s just around this corner,” Damian said, his voice tight with an emotion Elara couldn’t quite place. He had been unusually quiet since they’d left the house, lost in thoughts he seemed reluctant to share. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel, betraying the tension coursing through him.The car slowed to a stop before a modest two-story home, its white exterior pristine against the backdrop of a well-maintained garden. Rose bushes lined the walkway, their blooms adding splashes of color to the serene setting. Elara reached for the door handle, but Damian’s hand caught her wrist, stopping her.“
Elara felt Damian tense beside her, his hand tightening around hers.“The baby,” Nina said, her voice barely above a whisper. “The one my mother had killed... he’s alive.”The words hung in the air, seeming to suck the breath from Elara’s lungs. Alive? How could that be possible? She had mourned that child, had borne the devastating grief of his loss for months.“What are you saying?” Damian asked, his voice tinged with a desperate hope that Elara dared not give in to.“I overheard her,” Nina explained, her gaze fixed on the ground. “Giving instructions to the assassin, Ghost... she wanted the baby dead, to sever the last tie between you and Elara. But I... I couldn’t let him do it. I begged him, pleaded with him, until he agreed to spare the child’s life.”Elara felt the world tilt on its axis, her heart racing as the implications of Nina’s words sank in. Their child, the one they had been robbed of, was alive. Alive and out there, somewhere, all this time.“Where is he?” she demande
“Nina, my daughter,” Serena called as she spoke softly to her. “Thank you for coming.”Nina smirked, studying the frail woman before her with cold eyes. She hadn’t come out of concern or love. The only reason she was here was her mother’s manipulative threat of self-harm. The text message still burned in her mind: Come see me, or I’ll end it all. Another one of her mother’s desperate plays for attention.A bitter smirk twisted Nina’s lips. She may have been forced here, but that didn’t mean she had to pretend this was a happy reunion.“What do you want?” she asked, her tone sharp and irritable.“I know you must be angry with me, my dear daughter,” Serena said.She cut her off. “What do you want?”Serena drew a theatrical sigh, her shoulders slumping. “Please forgive me,” she whispered, her voice honeyed with practiced remorse. Her fingers clutched at the fabric of her sleeve. “You need to get me out of this place. I don’t belong here.” Her eyes darted around the stark walls before fix
After the trial, the city of Blackwood experienced a sense of relief, as if it had finally escaped the shadow of the Blackwood dynasty. The streets, once under the family’s influence, were now vibrant with a renewed energy and hope for a brighter future.Damian, driven by his own painful past, assumed leadership at Blackwood Industries, spearheading a transformation with Elara and their loyal allies. Together, they tackled the challenging mission of rooting out the long-standing corruption within the company.“It’s going to take time, but we’re committed to making this right,” Damian told a gathering of employees, his voice steady and resolute. “Serena’s crimes may have shattered the Blackwood name, but we’re going to rebuild it - piece by piece, if necessary - into something this city can be proud of once more.”The road ahead was not an easy one. Restoring the company’s reputation, repairing the damage done to its financial standing, and regaining the trust of both customers and sha
In the days following Serena Blackwood’s arrest, the city seemed to hold its breath, awaiting each new revelation that would shake the Blackwood empire to its core. The carefully crafted public image Serena had cultivated for decades had crumbled, and now the full extent of her crimes was being laid bare.At the center of the unfolding scandal was Detective Morrison, the man who had worked tirelessly to bring Serena down. As the FBI sifted through the trove of evidence seized from Blackwood Tower, Morrison began piecing together the connections that would ultimately unravel Serena’s web of deceit.One name kept surfacing in the financial records and encrypted files— Travis Blackwood, Richard’s younger brother. “We always suspected there was more to Travis’s role than simply being Richard’s brother,” Morrison told reporters, his stern expression betraying none of the triumph he surely felt. “But the depth of his involvement in the Blackwood family’s downfall is staggering.”According to
The morning dawned cold and gray over the city, a fitting backdrop for the day that would shatter the foundations of one of its most powerful dynasties. The first news alert came at 6:47 AM: “BREAKING: FBI RAIDS BLACKWOOD TOWER.” By 7:15, every major network had camera crews positioned around the gleaming skyscraper that had long stood as a monument to Serena Blackwood’s power.They were all there to witness her fall.Inside her penthouse office, Serena stood perfectly still as federal agents swept through the room, methodically dismantling the careful façade she’d maintained for thirty-one years. Her signature pearls – Elizabeth’s pearls, really – lay in an evidence bag, along with the contents of her private safe: passports, birth certificates, and a single, faded photograph of two sisters smiling on a Swiss mountainside.“Sarah Winters,” the lead FBI agent read from her warrant, “you are under arrest for identity theft, conspiracy to commit murder, fraud...”The list continued, but