Semua Bab Love and deceit : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Damien’s mind raced as the helicopter cut through the thick smoke, the chaos of the safehouse below receding into the distance. The sound of the rotors whirling above filled the air, a constant reminder of their fragile escape. Yet, as they ascended, Damien's thoughts were firmly rooted in the ground they had left behind.Lena's voice crackled over the comms, cutting through the tension that clung to the air. "Damien, we’ve confirmed that Whitmore’s position has been overrun. The team there didn’t survive."The words struck him like a physical blow, his chest tightening as the weight of the loss pressed down on him. Whitmore had been one of their best, and now he was gone. It wasn’t just the loss of a comrade—it was the loss of a key piece in their battle against Fontaine.Damien clenched his jaw, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the armrest. His mind reeled with strategies and contingencies, but nothing could erase the gnawing feeling of helplessness. “Damien,” Aurora’s voice

🌹 Aurora 🌹 The safehouse was eerily quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the air filtration system and the occasional shifting of others as they tried to get some rest. But for me, there was only the steady beat of my heart, and the gentle press of Damien’s fingers against my skin. The world outside was chaotic, unpredictable, and relentless. But in this room, in his arms, there was a fragile sense of peace—a peace I didn’t dare question, afraid it might disappear if I acknowledged it too loudly.I had always been the steady one, the one who kept it all together when everything threatened to fall apart. I had perfected the art of control. But in the presence of Damien, I felt something different—something raw and powerful, something I couldn’t tame. The kiss we shared moments ago had opened a door in me I didn’t realize was locked, and now, I could feel my body responding to him in ways I had only allowed myself to imagine in fleeting, desperate moments.His hands were stil

The soft glow of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the dimly lit safehouse room. Aurora stirred, her body warm against Damien’s as she slowly came to consciousness. The steady rise and fall of his chest was the first thing she noticed, followed by the protective arm draped over her waist. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, she felt safe.She turned slightly, her gaze tracing the sharp angles of his face. The tension that usually hardened his features had momentarily faded in sleep. She reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. He stirred at the touch, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers.“Morning,” he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.A small smile tugged at her lips. “Morning.”For a moment, neither of them moved, savoring the rare stillness. But the weight of reality soon settled in. The battle wasn’t over. Fontaine wouldn’t stop hunting them. Their time here was limited.Damien exhaled heavily, rubbing a hand d

🌹 Damien 🌹Damien paced the small confines of the safehouse, his movements sharp and restless. The minutes dragged by like hours, every second gnawing at him as the weight of responsibility pressed heavier on his chest. Aurora and Bruce should have been back by now.He glanced at the map once more, his fingers gripping the edges as if it could offer him some reassurance. But there was nothing. No sign of them. Just the deafening silence.Lena, ever the calm presence, remained by his side, her eyes scanning the perimeter, but even she couldn’t hide the anxiety creeping into her expression. “Damien,” she started, her voice low, almost hesitant, “you know they’ll be fine.”He didn’t respond at first. His mind raced with worst-case scenarios, images of Aurora being dragged away by Victoria’s men flashing through his mind. No. He couldn’t let that happen. Not again.“Damien?” Lena called again, more insistent this time.He met her gaze, his jaw tightening. “I know.”“You’re not going to

🌹 Aurora 🌹 The world swam around her as her senses slowly returned. The sharp sting at the back of her head was the first thing she felt—pain, raw and unrelenting. She groaned, the echo of her voice bouncing off cold, stone walls. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was being dragged through the alley, the harsh blow to her head… and then nothing.She blinked, her vision adjusting to the dim, flickering light that hung above her. The walls surrounding her were cold and damp, covered in mildew and grime. The air was thick with the stench of mildew and something else she couldn’t place. Her wrists were bound tightly in front of her, the ropes cutting into her skin, but they weren’t the worst of her concerns. It was the place. It was suffocating.She was in a dungeon.The stone floor beneath her was slick with moisture, and the occasional sound of dripping water echoed in the eerie silence. The air was heavy with the kind of oppressive cold that made her bones ache. There was