Semua Bab The Price Of Trust : Bab 31 - Bab 40

My breath hitched.The room began to spin.I took a shaky step back, but before I could put more distance between us, Damien grabbed my wrist tightly, yanking me forward. Pain shot up my arm, but I refused to wince.“What’s the matter?” His voice was soft, taunting.“You’d do anything for your son, wouldn’t you? Or maybe… maybe you’re willing to risk his life just to keep that precious pride of yours intact?”The mere mention of my son’s name from his lips sent a cold wave of fear through me. It stole my breath, sinking deeper than any hatred I had for the man standing before me. It was the kind of fear that gripped my soul, turned my blood to ice, and made my heart slam against my ribs.Because Damien wasn’t just cruel—he was calculating.He didn’t need fists to break me; he knew exactly where to strike. And worst of all, he enjoyed it.I gritted my teeth, my body tense with anger and disgust. “You’re playing a sick game, Damien.” My voice wavered, showing just how much his words wer

I didn’t feel the laptop slip from my fingers. I didn’t feel any pity or remorse as I raised it again and again. All I felt was anger—hot, burning, consuming anger.Damien’s screams filled the room, but I barely heard them. His face, smeared with blood, blurred before my eyes. My own ragged breaths were so loud, so heavy, that I could barely hear his weak, broken, pathetic pleas.“Mylaaaaa… stop… stop! You’re hurting me…”“HURTING YOU?!" I spat, slamming the laptop against his forehead again. "You wanted me to kiss your cock, huh? You sick, vile bastard!" My voice shook with anger, and my hands trembled, but I didn’t stop.His body jerked with every strike, his hands weakly trying to protect himself as blood trickled down his temple, seeping into his hair and staining the floor beneath him. But I didn’t care. Not anymore.“You think you can do whatever you want and walk away untouched?” I hissed, pressing the edge of the laptop against his skull, watching his eyes widen in sheer terro

My hands shook as I stared at the blood on them.Oh God… oh God…The sudden sound of footsteps made me freeze. They were slow, creepy, and heavy, growing closer with each step.I shut my eyes tight, my heart pounding hard against my ribs. It felt like something was squeezing my chest, making it hard to breathe.I’ve been caught… oh God, I’ve been caught. I’m going to jail. My son… Who will save my Liam?My throat tightened as panic filled me, cold and heavy. Every second felt slower, and my heartbeat thumped loudly in my ears.Then, the footsteps stopped. Right in front of me.A shadow loomed over me, and my heart froze. I felt the presence before I saw it.I braced for the worst.But instead of the cold grip of the cops, a familiar voice cut through the tension."Hey, babes. Let’s clean this mess up."My eyes flew open.Cynthia.Cynthia.My eyes widened in shock. Cynthia stood in front of me, her lips curved into the faintest smirk I knew she could make, and her gaze was sharp and fa

I took a slow breath, gripping my phone tightly. “Be patient, okay? I need time to arrange for that.” My voice was calm, but my heart pounded like a war drum.“Patience?” she muttered, letting out a sharp, bitter chuckle that echoed through the other end. “Cynthia escaped, remember? She could be anywhere! Watching me. Waiting. I don’t have all the time in the world.” Her voice was shaking now, but not from fear, from anger.I rolled my eyes, my lips curling into a smirk. “Relax, okay? She won’t find you. And I’ll get you the bullets soon, I just need a little time, and you have to trust me.”“Trust?” she scoffed. “I don’t have time for trust. I need that bullet now!”“And I need time! We don’t always get what we want, do we?” Before she could spit out another demand, I ended the call.The second I lowered the phone, a burst of laughter filled the room. Cynthia grinned at me, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. “Damn, you’re good… that was smooth… too smooth,” she whispered, raising

“Are you crazy?” I hissed, staring at Cynthia like she had completely lost her mind.She grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “A little. But do you have a better idea?”I opened my mouth, ready to argue, but nothing came out. She had a point. A terrible, reckless, probably-going-to-get-us-killed point.I swallowed hard, glancing toward the massive wooden door that led to Jaxon’s closet. Of all the things I had imagined myself doing today, breaking into the wardrobe of that ridiculously good-looking man was not one of them.“This is a bad idea,” I muttered, even as she grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the door.“Oh, absolutely,” she agreed, not slowing down. “But desperate times call for desperate measures.”I dug my heels into the plush carpet, yanking my arm free. “Wait!”She spun around, exasperated. “What now?”I threw my hands up. “I’m naked, Cynthia! What if someone—what if Jaxon sees me like this?”Her eyes flicked over me, amusement flickering across her face. “Techni