Novels by demscollections

Elena’s POVThe second we stepped into Damian’s family house, the air turned ice-cold. Not the kind of cold you can blame on the weather, but the kind that seeps into your bones and makes you want to scream or run away. Damian was ready to dive back into his old life, eager to get back to work and pretend everything was normal. Me? I felt like I’d just walked into a goddamn war zone.His sister was the worst. She smiled like a snake-fake sweetness hiding razor-sharp edges. Every time she looked at me, I felt her eyes burning holes right through my skin. I wasn’t welcome here. Not really.At first, it was little things-snide comments, cold shoulders, the kind of bullshit you try to ignore but that sticks to your skin like dirt. I told myself to toughen up, that Damian’s presence would smooth things over. But the tension was crushing my chest, drowning me in silence and fear.One afternoon, when Damian was at work, she cornered me in the kitchen. That fake-ass smile was gone, replaced b

Elena’s POVThe night was thick with silence, broken only by the soft beep of the heart monitor beside Damian’s bed. I lay awake, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest, the faint light from the hallway casting shadows across his face. For a moment, he looked peaceful-almost like the man I remembered before the accident.Then his brow furrowed, and his body tensed. His breathing quickened, shallow and uneven. I sat up, heart tightening as I saw the telltale signs of a nightmare.Damian’s eyes snapped open, wide and wild, searching the room as if trying to escape something unseen. His hand clenched the sheets, knuckles white.“Damian?” I whispered, reaching out to touch his arm gently.He flinched but didn’t pull away. “It was… a dream,” he said, voice hoarse and trembling. “The crash… shouting… someone calling my name. But it didn’t make sense.”I swallowed the lump in my throat, wishing I could take away the fear that lingered in his eyes. “Do you want to talk about it?”He s

Elena’s POVThe hospital room was unusually quiet today. The usual hum of machines, the distant chatter of nurses, even the faint scent of antiseptic-all seemed to fade into the background, leaving a strange stillness that settled over us like a fragile bubble. Damian sat propped up against the pillows, his dark eyes wide and searching, as if trying to make sense of a world that no longer felt like his own.I sat on the edge of the chair, careful not to crowd him. The last few days had been a whirlwind-family members circling like vultures, legal threats looming, and a constant undercurrent of tension that made it hard to breathe. But now, in this quiet moment, it was just the two of us. Or almost.“Are you… Elena?” His voice was soft, uncertain, like he was testing the name on his tongue for the first time.I nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yes. I’m here with you.”He blinked slowly, his gaze flickering over me as if trying to place a half-remembered memory. “You seem familiar. But I

Elena’s POVThe moment I stepped into the hospital room, the air thickened with tension. Damian’s fingers curled around mine like a lifeline, but his eyes were distant-lost somewhere I couldn’t reach. I squeezed his hand tighter. “Damian, don’t listen to them. They want to take control away from you.”The man in the sharp suit didn’t even look at me. His cold gaze locked on Damian. “Your family has petitioned for guardianship. They believe it’s in his best interest to be moved to a private facility.”I swallowed hard. Guardianship. Private facility. Those words felt like shackles tightening around us.“Why?” Damian’s voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “Why would they want to take me away?”I fought back the lump in my throat. “Because they don’t want me near you. They think I’m a threat.”The man smirked, like he was amused by my defiance. “It’s about protecting his assets. The family wants to make sure the fortune stays in the right hands.”I looked at Damian, watching the hur

Damien's povFuck. My head was pounding like someone was hammering inside my skull. The white ceiling above me was blinding, and the sterile hospital smell made me want to gag. I tried to move but felt like I was stuck in quicksand-heavy, slow, useless.Who the hell am I? The question burned in my brain, but no answers came.A soft voice-familiar, yet utterly alien-cut through the haze.“Damian? You’re awake.”I turned my head, blinking against the light. There she was-a woman with eyes full of hope and something else I couldn’t place. She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.“It’s me. Elena.”The name meant nothing. I wanted to believe her, but my gut screamed otherwise.“Who are you?” I croaked, my throat raw.She swallowed hard, pain flashing across her face. “I’m your wife.”Wife. The word hit me like a punch to the gut, but I felt nothing. No memory, no spark.“Why should I trust you?” I whispered, voice rough. “I don’t even know who I am.”Her hand reached out, trembling. I fli