The Mobster's Witness
One night, after finishing her shift, Lena takes a shortcut home.
She sees a black SUV parked in an abandoned industrial lot.
Then she sees a man being dragged out.
She watches Damien shoot him.
She runs before anyone sees her.
Or at least, that's what she believes.
The following morning, strange men begin appearing around her. Outside the hospital. Near her apartment. Across from the club. At the grocery store.
Lena becomes convinced someone is following her.
She's right.
But what she doesn't know is that Damien has known about her since the night of the murder.
He could simply eliminate her.
Instead, he discovers something unexpected: she hasn't told anyone. Not the police. Not her friends. Not even the doctors caring for her father.
And when someone inside Damien's organization suggests killing her, Damien refuses.
Because there is another solution.
Marriage.
If Lena becomes his wife, her testimony becomes considerably harder to use against him.
So Damien gives her a choice that isn't really a choice:
Marry him, and her father will receive the best medical care money can buy.
Refuse, and Damien can no longer guarantee either of their safety.
Lena despises him.
Damien expects her to fear him.
Neither expects to fall in love.
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Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Five Lena “Hello, Damien.” The words left my mouth. But they weren't mine. I knew that immediately. I felt my lips move. I heard my own voice. Yet the tone was wrong. Too calm. Too cold. Too familiar. Damien stared at me. His face had lost every trace of color. “Lena?” I wanted to answer him. I tried. Nothing happened. My body wouldn't move. My throat wouldn't obey me. My mind screamed his name, but my mouth remained perfectly still. Then I heard the founder's voice inside my head. Do you remember me now? I squeezed my eyes shut. Get out. A quiet laugh answered me. You still don't understand what I gave you. I opened my eyes. Damien was still standing in front of me. His gun was lowered. He wasn't looking at the founder. He was looking at me. “Lena,” he whispered. I tried again. “Damien…” This time, my own voice came out. Weak. Terrified. His eyes immediately changed. “You're there.” I nodded. The founder smiled. “Of course she's there.” Damien lo
Last Updated: 2026-09-20
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-FourLenaI screamed.There was nothing beneath my feet.One second I was standing beside Damien, staring at my grandfather.The next, the floor disappeared.Darkness swallowed us.My stomach rose into my throat as I fell.Then something caught me.Damien.His arms wrapped around my waist, and his body twisted beneath mine.“Hold on!”I grabbed his jacket.“I am!”The darkness seemed endless.We kept falling.Then—Crash!We hit something hard.Pain shot through my shoulder.I heard Damien grunt beneath me.For several seconds, neither of us moved.Then his voice came.“Lena?”“I’m here.”“Are you hurt?”“I don't think so.”He exhaled.“Good.”I lifted my head.We were lying on a metal platform suspended over a massive underground chamber.Above us was nothing but darkness.Below us—I couldn't see the bottom.There were lights along the walls, though.Thousands of them.Small white lights arranged in circles.Like stars.I slowly stood.Damien remained beside me.“Where are we?”I shook m
Last Updated: 2026-09-18
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Three Lena The man at the bottom of the stairs smiled. “I've been waiting nineteen years for you to remember me.” My blood turned cold. The gun in his hand was identical to the one from my memory. The same black metal. The same silver line along the barrel. The same tiny symbol engraved near the trigger. I knew that gun. I'd seen it before. In my nightmares. In fragments. In the memory I had spent my entire life trying to understand without even knowing I was searching for it. My fingers tightened around Damien's. He immediately stepped in front of me. “Put the gun down.” The man laughed. “You really think you're in a position to give orders?” Damien raised his weapon. “Yes.” The man looked at him. Then his eyes returned to me. “Still protecting her.” Damien's jaw tightened. “You know me?” “I knew you before you knew yourself.” I felt Damien stiffen. The man slowly lowered his gun. “My name is Victor.” My heart stopped. Victor. The name echoed through my mind
Last Updated: 2026-09-16
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Two Lena “Welcome home, daughter.” The voice came from behind the door. My entire body went still. It was Antonio's voice. My father's voice. But Antonio was standing beside me. Alive. Breathing. His face had turned completely white. “No,” he whispered. Damien immediately moved in front of me. “Stay behind me.” I didn't argue. For once, I couldn't. My eyes were fixed on the doorway. The darkness beyond it seemed to breathe. Then a figure stepped forward. My heart stopped. He looked exactly like Antonio. Not similar. Not close. Exactly. Same dark hair. Same eyes. Same scar above his eyebrow. Same crooked line of his mouth. Even the small mark near his temple that I remembered from childhood. I looked at the man beside me. Then back at the stranger. My mind couldn't understand what my eyes were seeing. Antonio whispered: “Marcello.” The stranger smiled. And suddenly I understood why the name felt like a nightmare. Marcello. Damien's biological father. T
Last Updated: 2026-09-15
Chapter: Chapter Thirty-OneLena“Your real father has finally come home.”The words echoed through the underground chamber.For a moment, I couldn't breathe.I stared at the man standing across from me.He wore the founder's ring.The same black metal ring with the strange symbol engraved into it—the symbol that had followed me through photographs, memories, hidden rooms, keys, and nightmares.The man looked at me with an expression I couldn't understand.Pride.Possession.Something that felt dangerously close to affection.But there was nothing familiar about him.Nothing that made my heart recognize him.And yet he had called me daughter.I felt Damien's hand close around mine.Firm.Warm.Real.“Don't listen to him,” Damien said.His voice was low, controlled.But I knew him well enough now to hear the danger underneath it.The stranger smiled.“Still protecting her.”Damien stepped in front of me.“You're going to have to get through me first.”The man laughed quietly.“You still don't understand, Damien.”
Last Updated: 2026-09-14
Chapter: The Man UpstairsChapter Thirty Lena Someone had entered the mansion. I could hear footsteps above us. Slow. Unhurried. Almost confident. Whoever it was wasn't afraid. That was what terrified me. Everyone else who had come after us had rushed in with guns, threats, and chaos. This person didn't need any of that. He knew we were here. He knew we couldn't escape. And he was walking through my home as if it belonged to him. Damien stood in front of me, gun raised. Lucian was beside the wall, watching the staircase. My mother was trembling. "Who is it?" Damien whispered. My mother shook her head. "I don't know." "You said he was here." "I said I knew the person." "Then tell me who." She looked at me. "The man from the hospital." My stomach twisted. "The doctor?" She nodded. "His name is Gabriel." Lucian's expression changed. "Gabriel." Damien looked at him. "You know him?" "I've heard the name." "Who is he?" Lucian's eyes darkened. "The founder's right hand." Silence.
Last Updated: 2026-09-12
Where fear ends
Kim has spent most of her life on the edges—quiet, guarded, invisible. At nineteen, she’s only just beginning to learn what it means to be seen, to want, to belong. Erik was never meant to be more than a safe place, a steady presence in a world that once hurt her too deeply. He’s older, scarred by a past he doesn’t talk about, and painfully aware that loving her might mean holding her back.
What begins as comfort turns into something dangerous: a love built in stolen mornings, unsaid fears, and promises neither of them knows how to keep.
When Luca enters the picture—warm, easy, and part of the life Kim has never lived—everything Erik fears starts to feel inevitable. A single party. One careless moment. One kiss seen by the wrong eyes.
Now Kim is torn between the man she comes home to and the future she’s only just daring to imagine, while Erik must decide whether love means fighting for her… or letting her go.
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Chapter: Chapter 96Erik Pov.The apartment is quiet.Kim’s curled against me on the couch, her head resting on my chest, our blanket tangled around our legs. She’s half-asleep, lips parted slightly, eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as she dozes.It feels like everything has finally… settled.Her laugh earlier during dinner still rings in my head. She’s getting stronger. Her trust is coming back, piece by piece. She even called the little casserole she brought to the station “wife points,” blushing so hard I almost dropped my fork.I kiss the top of her head, breathing her in. God, she smells like home now.My phone buzzes on the coffee table.I frown. It’s nearly midnight. Only Maja or someone from the station would text this late.I gently slide out from under Kim and pick up the phone.Unknown Number.The message is a photo.My heart freezes.It’s Kim.Taken today.In the campus parking lot.The angle is high—sniper-like, from a rooftop or building. The photo is grainy but clear enough: she’s w
Last Updated: 2026-07-13
Chapter: Chapter 95Kim Pov.The apartment is quiet now.No words. No movement. Just us.The storm that brought us together tonight has settled into something softer—something still heavy with emotion, but gentler, calmer. I’m tucked beneath Erik’s arm, wrapped in the blanket he pulled around us after helping me slip into one of his shirts. The sleeves are too long and the fabric smells like him. Like cedarwood and something faintly smoky. Comfort. Safety. Home.My cheek rests on his bare chest, and I can feel his heart beating steadily under my skin. His arm is curved tightly around my back, hand splayed protectively across my waist like he’s afraid I might vanish if he lets go.I close my eyes and breathe him in.God, how I missed this.Sleeping in his arms. Feeling like I belong there. Like I’m allowed to.And then the tears come.Slow, quiet at first. The kind that don’t even sting—just fall, as if they’ve been waiting all this time. I try to breathe through them, not wanting to break the peace betwe
Last Updated: 2026-07-11
Chapter: Chapter 94Erik Pov.I don’t think I’ve ever driven faster in my life.The restaurant is five minutes from our place, maybe seven with lights. I make it in four. My hands grip the wheel tighter than they should. My jaw’s clenched. My mind’s already at home, already on her—thinking about the way she looked in that damn dress, about the heat of her skin when she brushed against me under the table, about how I’ve waited too long for this moment.Too long to touch her.Too long to feel her.When we pull into the parking lot, I don’t say a word. Neither does she. The tension is no longer just lingering—it’s burning. Heavy. Electrified. We’re both breathing like we just ran through a storm, and in a way, we have.The second we’re through the front door, I slam it shut behind us, catching her between it and me. I don’t even wait for her to turn around. My hands are already on her waist, spinning her to face me, lifting her off the floor like she weighs nothing. She gasps against my mouth, her legs inst
Last Updated: 2026-07-11
Chapter: Chapter 93Erik Pov.I don’t know how much longer I can do this.This… careful dance. This torturous space between us. So close I can hear her breathing when we sleep, but not close enough to taste her skin. To slide my hand beneath her shirt. To press myself into the curve of her body and make her whisper my name again.God, I miss her moaning my name.I think about it more and more lately. The way she used to arch under me, nails biting into my shoulders, that desperate, breathless way she said “please” like she couldn’t take it a second longer. Like I was the only one who ever made her feel that way.It’s been weeks since I touched her like that. And now? Every glance, every brush of air between us feels like friction. Like my restraint is hanging by the thinnest goddamn thread.Tonight, we’re going to dinner with Maja. She wants to introduce us to her new boyfriend — some guy she’s been seeing for a couple of months, apparently. I said yes because Kim looked genuinely excited about it. And a
Last Updated: 2026-07-11
Chapter: Chapter 92Kim Pov.Thank God it’s the weekend. No lectures, no Luca, no chaos. Just a little quiet... and maybe a chance to show Erik how much I mean what I’ve been saying — and doing — every day since the night everything shattered.He left early this morning, coffee half-drunk on the kitchen counter, tie still slightly crooked. He said he needed to get the team together — that they were close to solving the case of that little girl abused by her parents. I saw it in his face. That mix of fury and focus he wears when it’s personal.And I know... this one is personal. He sees himself in every broken child. Maybe he saw me once, too.So I made the casserole he loves. The one he always asked for when he had a hard week. It’s a small thing — warm, cheesy, familiar — but maybe it can remind him that I’m still here, still fighting, still his.At the precinct, the same kind receptionist gives me that motherly smile she always used to. “Kim, honey... I haven’t seen you in a while,” she says, her voice
Last Updated: 2026-07-11
Chapter: Chapter 91Kim Pov.We didn’t talk much after dinner.Not because there was tension—no, that’s faded into something quieter—but because silence between us no longer feels dangerous. It’s starting to feel like comfort again.He’s on the couch, one hand resting on the backrest, the other absently scrolling through his phone. I sit across from him, legs folded beneath me, pretending to read, though I haven’t turned a page in ten minutes.I keep sneaking glances at him.At the way his shoulders rise and fall.At the way his eyes soften whenever I catch him looking back at me.There’s still a line between us, invisible but firm. We’ve learned to stay on our respective sides, not out of coldness, but out of respect for the wound we’re both still learning to dress without reopening.And yet… something’s shifting.Like we’re standing on the edge of something warmer, and neither of us is sure whether to lean into it—or run from it.He clears his throat. “Did you finish your project?”I blink, surprised b
Last Updated: 2026-07-10
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