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
Charles parked his car, glancing over his shoulder to ensure no one had followed him before stepping inside the building. As soon as he entered, Asher’s voice rang out.“Why are you so late?” Asher asked, clearly irritated.Charles sighed, a sly smile forming as his eyes landed on Elara. She was trembling, bound, and clearly terrified.“Apologies,” Charles replied, walking over to her. “Work’s been keeping me busy.” He knelt down, lifting her chin with cold fingers. “Did you miss me, sweetheart?”Elara’s rebellion flickered despite her fear. “Not in a thousand years,” she spat, glaring up at him.Charles wiped his face, still smiling, unbothered by her resistance. “You’ll learn to be obedient,” he said with a chilling calm. “Maybe then I’ll consider sparing your life in exchange for being my sex slave…my toy.”“What the heck are you talking about?” Asher demanded, moving closer to them. “Thinking of letting her go?”Charles shrugged, his smile widening. “Plans change. I think I’ll have
The drive to the warehouse felt longer than it should have. Damian’s mind churned with possibilities—Elara’s whereabouts, the danger she might be in. His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he sped through the city streets, his focus singular. He had to find her. He had to end this.When he finally arrived, the place was narrow—a perfect spot for carrying out evil deeds. Jackson and the team were already there, waiting for him.“Any updates?” Damian asked, his voice a low growl as he approached.Jackson nodded. “Charles is inside, but we haven’t seen Elara. We’re not sure if she’s here yet.”Damian’s eyes narrowed. “Then we go in. Now.”Jackson hesitated. “It could be a trap.”“I don’t care,” Damian replied, his voice hard. “If Elara’s in there, I’m not leaving without her.”Without another word, Damian strode toward the warehouse. One thing was certain: if Charles had Elara, Damian would stop at nothing to get her back.The doors to the warehouse loomed ahead, dark and foreboding