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Author: Toxic_Sweetie
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-21 16:49:33

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV

The second Fred’s name slipped from Thomas’s mouth, I didn’t wait for another word.

I brushed past him, already heading down the short hall without glancing back. His footsteps followed mine.

The bedroom door was cracked open. I pushed it and stepped inside.

Fred lay propped against the pillows, pale and shirtless, the bandage at his side soaked through in a fresh patch of blood. He looked like hell, his eyes were open, barely, but alert enough to flick toward me the second I entered.

He tried to sit up.

"Don’t move," I ordered, calm but sharp. "You’re lucky she didn’t let you bleed out on her carpet."

A flicker of a smirk ghosted his lips. Or maybe it was the pain warping his face.

"She could’ve left me to die," He rasped, his voice hoarse. "But she didn’t."

"She kept you breathing," I said plainly, stepping closer to the edge of the bed. "And you’d better not forget that."

He let out a shaky breath through his nose. "Yeah. I owe her."

"No," I cut in,
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    ROXANNE POVWe strolled through the town, me a step behind Damien's mother and Angelina as they admired window displays. Adam and Cedric trailed us at a distance, hands full of the growing pile of shopping bags.Angel darted between racks of frilly dresses at a children’s boutique while Mrs. Clara watched, arms folded with a slight smile tugging at her lips. She loved her granddaughter. That much was obvious. There was softness there, beneath all the elegance and coldness."I think this one is too puffy." Angel said, twirling a ballerina-style dress that nearly swallowed her.Mrs. Clara chuckled lightly. "We’ll find something more fitting, darling. We’ve only just begun." I stayed close enough to help Angel try things on, but far enough that I wasn’t intruding on whatever quiet moment they both were sharing. I didn’t want to force myself into a dynamic that already existed before me.Then came the moment I didn’t expect."Clara!" A voice rang out from across the street.Damien's mot

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    ROXANNE POV The grand dining room was nothing short of palatial. Marble floors, gold accents, crystal chandeliers and a dark wood table too long for just five people. Fred was already there, flipping lazily through a magazine, while Mrs. Clara sat like a queen at the head of the table. Her posture was immaculate, her expression unreadable. A chef emerged from the side doors with trays of food while two maids set the table with cutlery and napkins. It all felt…excessive. Once they left, Mrs. Clara gestured delicately with her fingers. "Please…serve yourselves." We did. I helped Angel with hers, cutting her pancakes and pouring a bit of syrup on top as Mrs. Clara quietly glanced between us. But when it was time to serve myself, I hesitated. For just a second, my mind flashed back to the dock. My stomach tensed. Damien’s hand slid under the table and gave my leg a comforting squeeze. I looked at him. His subtle nod grounded me, and I placed a small portion of food onto my pla

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    ROXANNE POV "I haven’t seen my granddaughter in almost a year." She spoke with her voice lower than I expected, but french-accented and polished. "Nor you..." Her eyes narrowed just a little at Damien. He didn’t flinch, but his tone was unreadable. "Been busy." "Busy enough to get engaged to a woman I’ve never met?" She asked, glancing briefly at me before returning her eyes to her son. "Busy enough that I had to hear it from someone else?” "Did you expect more, Ma?" He replied flatly, no apology in his tone. "Or less?" To my surprise, she chuckled lightly. "Touché." Her hand reached up to pat his cheek in a way that only a mother could get away with. "I’ve missed you, son." And in that moment, even with all the tension layered in the air, something shifted. A tiny piece of Damien let go. He gave her a small nod. Then his gaze turned toward me. "Roxanne." He said, nodding me over, so I was in view, "this is my mother, Clara Raphaël." I stepped forward and her eyes settl

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    ROXANNE POV I followed Angel's finger to one of the suited men near the end of the dock, who was balancing a polished silver tray. On it sat a small box juice, a tall glass, and a clear jug filled with what looked like iced berry juice or maybe something citrusy. "Angelina…" I began, walking briskly toward her, but not raising my voice as she stood before the man. The man gave a polite smile and bent slightly to her level. She tilted her head sassily. "Daddy said I’m not supposed to take stuff from strangers...or losers." She informed him, matter-of-factly, causing me to stifle a chuckle. I came to a stop beside her, resting my hand lightly on her head as the man chuckled awkwardly. "We all work for the Raphaël family, little princess. He’s no stranger to us." His tone was calm, but I caught a subtle tension behind his words. Just then, he gave a small nod to me and Adam suddenly appeared, silent but heavy with presence. He stepped to my other side, his sharp eyes glued to t

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