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The sound of the gunshot still rang in my ears long after the body hit the ground. The scent of blood was thick in the air, mingling with the sharp bite of the cool night breeze. I could feel it clinging to my skin, seeping into my clothes, and yet I couldn’t look away. Damian stood there, his expression unreadable, his gun still in his hand. There was no hesitation in his stance, no regret in his dark, piercing eyes. Just quiet certainty. This was justice in his world. Quick. Cold. Absolute. The men around us shifted slightly, waiting for his command. Some looked unfazed, as if this was nothing more than another routine cleanup. Others glanced in my direction, as if expecting me to flinch, to turn away in horror. But I didn’t. I wouldn’t. “Get rid of him,” Damian ordered, his voice calm. Two men stepped forward immediately, grabbing the lifeless body by the arms and dragging it away. The sound of fabric scraping against the gravel made my stomach turn, but I kept my face neutral
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The safehouse was quiet—too quiet. I paced near the fireplace, arms crossed, staring into the flickering flames. Outside, the wind howled through the trees, a reminder that we were miles away from the city, tucked into the shadows where no one could find us. The impending attack on the Volkov estate had forced us into hiding, leaving Damian and me alone with nothing but silence and unfinished conversations between us. Damian sat in the corner of the room, one leg crossed over the other, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest of his chair. He had barely spoken since we arrived, his brooding presence suffocating the already tense atmosphere. I should’ve been relieved to have a moment of peace, but instead, I felt trapped—not by the walls of this safehouse, but by the unspoken words between us. I turned to him, frustration bubbling to the surface. “Are we just going to pretend this tension between us doesn’t exist?” His fingers stilled. He lifted his gaze to me, his ex
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The safehouse had been a storm we barely survived—one filled with words we had spent too long avoiding and truths neither of us were ready to say aloud. But something had changed. Neither of us acknowledged it outright, but I felt it in the way Damian stood closer than before, in the way his eyes lingered on me longer than necessary. And in the way I no longer flinched when I realized just how much I wanted him to. When we returned to the Volkov estate, the atmosphere had shifted. The air was still thick with the tension of our world, but something between us had settled. Or perhaps, it had only begun to unravel. Damian walked ahead of me through the grand hall, his shoulders rigid as always, his presence commanding as if nothing had changed. But it had. I could feel it in the way his pace slowed ever so slightly, ensuring I was always beside him. As we approached his office, Luka was already waiting at the door, his sharp eyes flicking between us. “Good to see you both in one pie
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Chapter 46: The Enemy Within The Volkov estate felt different now. Before, it had been nothing more than a cage—ornate, beautiful, but a prison nonetheless. Now, it was something else entirely. A battlefield. A test. A place where every glance held meaning, every conversation had weight, and every step I took mattered. I was no longer just Damian’s captive. I was something more. But that also meant I had enemies. I could feel their eyes on me as I walked through the corridors, lingering just a little too long, sizing me up. Some of Damian’s men had accepted me—especially after I helped uncover the traitor. Others were still skeptical, watching, waiting for me to slip up. And then there were those who wanted me gone altogether. One of them was watching me now. I felt it before I saw it—a shift in the air, the faintest prickle along the back of my neck. I turned my head slightly, catching a glimpse of a figure lingering in the shadows at the far end of the hallway. Dark clothing.
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The night air was thick with silence, the weight of everything that had happened pressing down on me. The near-death experience had shaken me, but not in the way I expected. It wasn’t the fear that lingered—it was the realization. I couldn’t walk away. Not from this world. Not from Damian. Not anymore. I stood by the window of my bedroom in the Volkov estate, staring at the moonlit grounds. My mind replayed the events over and over, the moment when that gun had been pointed at me, the way Damian had stormed in, his fury unmatched. He had been willing to burn the world for me. And I had let myself believe, even for a second, that he was just a captor, an enemy, a force of destruction I had to survive. But the truth? He had become something more. A part of me. I turned when I heard the door open. I didn’t have to look to know it was him. His presence filled the room before he even said a word. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” Damian’s voice was quieter than usual. I turned to face
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War was coming. I could feel it in the tense silence of the Volkov estate, in the way Damian’s men moved with rigid discipline, their eyes sharper, their hands always near their weapons. I could see it in the cold, calculating expression on Damian’s face as he sat in the war room, strategizing over maps, phone calls, and encrypted messages. The rival families weren’t just making threats anymore. They were making moves. And this time, it wasn’t just about Damian. It was about me, too. I was no longer just an outsider trapped in his world. I had chosen to stay, and in doing so, I had made myself a target. But if they thought I was going to cower in fear, they were wrong. I watched from the doorway of the study, arms crossed, as Damian and his closest men discussed their next steps. Mikhail, always the voice of reason, was explaining something about supply routes when Damian glanced up and caught me staring. His expression hardened. “Out,” he said. I raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me
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The moment I stepped into the grand ballroom, I knew we were walking into a den of vipers. The chandeliers above glowed with a golden light, casting flickering reflections on the polished marble floor. Laughter and conversation swirled around us, a symphony of wealth and power disguised as civility. Every person in this room was dangerous, each smile hiding a knife, every handshake laced with betrayal. And tonight, Damian and I were here to play their game. The mask covering the upper half of my face was delicate, adorned with tiny gemstones that caught the light when I moved. A disguise, but not much of one. Anyone who truly paid attention would see past it. Damian, standing tall beside me, was unreadable. His black mask blended seamlessly with his tailored suit, his presence commanding even in a room full of criminals and killers. He didn’t need to speak to be noticed. He was the kind of man whose mere existence demanded attention. “This is your chance to prove yourself,”
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The drive back to the Volkov estate was suffocatingly silent. Damian’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles pale under the dim glow of the dashboard lights. He hadn’t spoken since we escaped the masquerade, but the tension in the car was thick enough to choke me. I stared out the window, the city lights blurring past as my mind replayed the events of the night. Ivan had recognized me. He knew who I was. And that meant we were officially at war. A part of me wanted to break the silence, to say something—anything—to acknowledge what had just happened. But I knew better. Damian was like a storm brewing on the horizon, silent but deadly. He needed time to cool down. The problem was, I wasn’t sure I could wait that long. By the time we pulled up to the estate, my patience had worn thin. As soon as the car stopped, I pushed open the door and stepped out, needing space from the thick tension between us. The cold night air bit at my skin, but I barely noticed. Footst
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As Damian and I continued to bask in the warmth of the moment, I noticed a soft sound coming from the door. My heart skipped a beat before I realized who it was. Nadia. She had probably been watching the whole thing through the hidden camera, waiting for the perfect moment to join us. Her timing was impeccable, as always. I barely had time to process her arrival before the door creaked open and she stepped inside, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Well, well, well,” she said, leaning casually against the doorframe with a smirk on her face. “It seems someone’s getting a little too comfortable in their new role as ‘Daddy.’” Damian, still sitting on the edge of the bed, shot her a surprised look before a sheepish grin spread across his face. He looked between Nadia and me, clearly caught off guard. “Nadia, you were watching the whole thing?” Nadia raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, her playful expression never faltering. “I may have had a front-row seat to the most beautiful mo
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Honeymoon in the Maldives.I never thought I’d get here, standing in the Maldives with Damian, of all people, by my side. It had been a long road to this moment. The wedding was everything I had hoped for, but the thought of a honeymoon—a trip where we could finally relax, away from all the chaos of our lives—felt surreal.The first day was everything I had expected and more. The sun hung lazily in the sky, its golden rays reflecting off the crystal-clear waters that stretched as far as the eye could see. The soft sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the warm breeze brushing against my skin—it all felt like a dream. Damian and I had been taken on a guided tour of the island. We swam in lagoons, explored lush green paths lined with flowers, and even fed tropical fish by the water. It was a perfect day. The kind of day I had always imagined, where nothing mattered except the beauty of the world around me and the person by my side.I could see the joy in Damian’s eyes as we exp
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