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CHAPTER 42DAMIEN'S POVThe bed was empty when I woke up.I blinked against the soft morning light streaming through the curtains, my body still heavy with sleep. My hand instinctively reached for the warmth that should have been there. But the space beside me was empty, the sheets cold beneath my fingertips. A small frown formed as I tried to piece it together. She was here last night. I remembered that much.I sat up, raking a hand through my hair before stretching and making my way toward the bathroom. The shower was quick, the warm water washing away the last traces of sleep. But it was the scent drifting through the apartment that truly pulled me awake.A faint aroma of something warm and buttery lingered in the air, teasing my senses. A slow smirk tugged at my lips. That could only mean one thing.Drawn by the scent, I followed it toward the kitchen. I stepped into the kitchen and stopped, my gaze lingering longer than necessary.Rose stood at the stove, her back to me, the soft
CHAPTER 43DAMIEN'S POVSeraphina, of course, took full advantage. She turned her head just slightly, eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction. "Oh. Hello, Rose."I looked at Rose just in time to see her expression flicker. A flash of something—annoyance? Hurt?—before she schooled her face into something unreadable."Am I interrupting?" she asked, voice careful.Seraphina smiled, brushing past her with a deliberate bump of her shoulder. "Excuse me."Rose didn’t move for a second. Then, slowly, she turned to me, arching a brow. "So… should I come back later?"I exhaled sharply. "No. You’re exactly who I want here."Her gaze lingered on the door Seraphina had just walked out of before she shook her head, stepping forward. She placed the bag on my desk. "I brought your lunch."I sat back in my chair, opening the bag. The smell hit me instantly. "This looks…" I took a bite and groaned in approval. "Okay. This is amazing." Rose smirked, crossing her arms."Are you the same person who fumbled m
CHAPTER 44DAMIEN'S POVRose adjusted her dress, smoothing out the fabric before reaching for her purse. Her lips were still slightly swollen, her cheeks faintly flushed, but she looked composed—like she hadn’t just let me wreck her right here in my office.I leaned against the desk, watching her, half-amused. “You’re just gonna leave like that?”She shot me a dry look. “I did bring you lunch. I think I’ve done enough.”I smirked. “Oh? You sure about that?”Her ears turned red, but she ignored me, picking up her bag. “I’ll see you at home.”Home. I didn’t know why that word settled so strangely in my chest.She turned to leave, but before she reached the door, I caught her wrist. She blinked up at me, surprised. "Rose."She tilted her head. "What?"I hesitated for a fraction of a second before sighing, loosening my grip. “Nothing. Get home safe.”She smiled, small but genuine. "You too."And just like that, she was gone. The warmth she left behind lingered for a moment. Then my phone
CHAPTER 45ROSE'S POVI sat on the couch, staring blankly ahead, my fingers idly running along the rim of my glass. My thoughts had been circling the same problem all day, relentless and inescapable.Lily. Damien. And me—falling for the man my sister loved first.This was wrong… wasn’t it? It had to be.No matter how much I tried to ignore it, to push it away, but reality wouldn’t let me. Lately, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. We’d been fucking too much. Every touch, every kiss, and every moment with him had me slipping further, it was like I was losing myself in him. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to stop.I sighed, rubbing my temples. The sharp chime of the doorbell cut through my thoughts, pulling me back to reality.I frowned, glancing at the clock. Who the hell would be here at this hour? Smoothing down my dress, I pushed myself off the couch and made my way toward the door.Damien’s mother. Again.She stood on the doorstep, wrapped in an expensive coat, her lips pressed into a
CHAPTER 46ROSE'S POVI froze. His breathing slowed, turning deep and steady. Seconds stretched into minutes, and eventually, I realized—he’d fallen asleep.I sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Damien…" No response.I lay there for what felt like hours, trapped beneath the warmth of his body, my mind too restless to shut down.Then, sometime in the middle of the night, I felt it. A slow, steady pressure against my thigh.At first, I thought it was an accident—just movement in his sleep. But then his hips rolled. Pressing against me.A low hum escaped his throat.I stiffened. "Damien…?" He didn’t answer.His grip on me tightened, and then, slowly, deliberately, his hips moved again. My breath hitched. "Damien, wake up—""Mmh…" His lips ghosted over my neck, his breath warm and uneven against my skin. His movements grew more desperate, his body pressing into mine like he couldn’t help himself.Heat bloomed in my chest. "Damien—"A sleepy, broken hum. "Mmh… don’t go…”My heart cle
CHAPTER 47DAMIEN'S POVI woke up feeling… off. A dull, persistent ache throbbed at the back of my head, the kind you get after one too many drinks—or a restless night.I dragged a hand down my face, exhaling heavily before forcing myself to get out of bed. The sheets still carried Rose’s scent, a soft, lingering reminder that she had been there.Once dressed, I made my way downstairs, rolling my shoulders in an attempt to shake off the heavy tension weighing me down.I found Rose in the kitchen, her back turned to me. A soft smile crept onto my lips as I stepped inside. "Morning, sweetheart.”She didn’t answer. Not once did she look at me.Instead, she stared at the plate in front of her, fingers tightening around its edges like she needed something solid to hold onto.My brows knitted together. "Rose?”Still, she said nothing. Then, finally, she turned around, and her eyes were red-rimmed and weary. The sight of her like that was a gut punch."What’s wrong?" I stepped forward, but s
CHAPTER 48DAMIEN'S POV“I don’t give a damn about Lily,” I said, my voice firm. “I want you, Rose.”She shook her head, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. “This wasn’t the plan, Damien.”“Screw the plan.”Her lips parted slightly, her breathing unsteady. I closed the distance between us, trailing my fingers along her jaw.“You’re pushing me away because you’re scared,” I murmured, my voice dropping lower. “But it’s too late for that, Rose.”She didn’t say a word. Not a single breath of protest, just stood there frozen, locked in place. And I sure as hell wasn’t letting her go.She was trying to run again. I could see it in the tension of her shoulders, in the way her hands curled into fists. She refused to meet my eyes, her whole body rigid, every muscle coiled tight, ready to flee. But not this time.“Don’t complicate things,” she whispered softly, her voice almost pleading.“Complicating things?” I scoffed, tightening my grip on her wrist. “The only thing complicated is you tryin
CHAPTER 49ROSE'S POVI barely took two steps into the sitting room before Damien’s mother lifted her eyes from her tea, her stare landing on me with an intensity that made my stomach tighten."I hated whatever it was you two were doing last night," she said, her voice calm, but the underlying irritation was impossible to miss. She raised her cup, took a slow sip, then added, "Could’ve kept it down, don’t you think?”My body went rigid. Heat crept up my neck, burning my skin as mortification settled deep in my chest.Oh. My. God.The heat spread, traveling down my neck, pooling in my chest, then sinking all the way to my toes, making it impossible to stand still. I opened my mouth, closed it again, then finally stammered, "I—I’m sorry. I didn’t think—”She waved a hand, brushing it off. "Not my concern. Just saying." Another slow sip. "Walls aren’t as thick as you think.”I wanted the ground to swallow me.Muttering another apology, I spun around and hurried straight to the kitchen, n
CHAPTER 50ROSE'S POVI froze. My pulse quickened, but I wasn’t surprised. I had already known. Damien had told me, that Lily had been trafficked.I let out a slow breath, my fingers hovering over the keyboard before I forced myself to type:Me: I know.The response came almost immediately, my screen lighting up again before I could even set the phone down.Seraphina: Oh? Getting some balls now? What happened? That man finally letting himself fuck you?I inhaled sharply, my chest tightening as my eyes stayed locked on the screen.Seraphina: Tsk. You must feel so special. Like you’re different. But you’re not. He’ll discard you when he’s done. Just like he does with everyone else.My grip on the phone tightened, my fingers pressing hard against the edges as a slow, uncomfortable heat spread through my chest.I didn’t respond, knowing that anything I said would only give her what she wanted.It wasn’t that I lacked a response. I had plenty. I just refused to give her the satisfaction of
CHAPTER 49ROSE'S POVI barely took two steps into the sitting room before Damien’s mother lifted her eyes from her tea, her stare landing on me with an intensity that made my stomach tighten."I hated whatever it was you two were doing last night," she said, her voice calm, but the underlying irritation was impossible to miss. She raised her cup, took a slow sip, then added, "Could’ve kept it down, don’t you think?”My body went rigid. Heat crept up my neck, burning my skin as mortification settled deep in my chest.Oh. My. God.The heat spread, traveling down my neck, pooling in my chest, then sinking all the way to my toes, making it impossible to stand still. I opened my mouth, closed it again, then finally stammered, "I—I’m sorry. I didn’t think—”She waved a hand, brushing it off. "Not my concern. Just saying." Another slow sip. "Walls aren’t as thick as you think.”I wanted the ground to swallow me.Muttering another apology, I spun around and hurried straight to the kitchen, n
CHAPTER 48DAMIEN'S POV“I don’t give a damn about Lily,” I said, my voice firm. “I want you, Rose.”She shook her head, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. “This wasn’t the plan, Damien.”“Screw the plan.”Her lips parted slightly, her breathing unsteady. I closed the distance between us, trailing my fingers along her jaw.“You’re pushing me away because you’re scared,” I murmured, my voice dropping lower. “But it’s too late for that, Rose.”She didn’t say a word. Not a single breath of protest, just stood there frozen, locked in place. And I sure as hell wasn’t letting her go.She was trying to run again. I could see it in the tension of her shoulders, in the way her hands curled into fists. She refused to meet my eyes, her whole body rigid, every muscle coiled tight, ready to flee. But not this time.“Don’t complicate things,” she whispered softly, her voice almost pleading.“Complicating things?” I scoffed, tightening my grip on her wrist. “The only thing complicated is you tryin
CHAPTER 47DAMIEN'S POVI woke up feeling… off. A dull, persistent ache throbbed at the back of my head, the kind you get after one too many drinks—or a restless night.I dragged a hand down my face, exhaling heavily before forcing myself to get out of bed. The sheets still carried Rose’s scent, a soft, lingering reminder that she had been there.Once dressed, I made my way downstairs, rolling my shoulders in an attempt to shake off the heavy tension weighing me down.I found Rose in the kitchen, her back turned to me. A soft smile crept onto my lips as I stepped inside. "Morning, sweetheart.”She didn’t answer. Not once did she look at me.Instead, she stared at the plate in front of her, fingers tightening around its edges like she needed something solid to hold onto.My brows knitted together. "Rose?”Still, she said nothing. Then, finally, she turned around, and her eyes were red-rimmed and weary. The sight of her like that was a gut punch."What’s wrong?" I stepped forward, but s
CHAPTER 46ROSE'S POVI froze. His breathing slowed, turning deep and steady. Seconds stretched into minutes, and eventually, I realized—he’d fallen asleep.I sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Damien…" No response.I lay there for what felt like hours, trapped beneath the warmth of his body, my mind too restless to shut down.Then, sometime in the middle of the night, I felt it. A slow, steady pressure against my thigh.At first, I thought it was an accident—just movement in his sleep. But then his hips rolled. Pressing against me.A low hum escaped his throat.I stiffened. "Damien…?" He didn’t answer.His grip on me tightened, and then, slowly, deliberately, his hips moved again. My breath hitched. "Damien, wake up—""Mmh…" His lips ghosted over my neck, his breath warm and uneven against my skin. His movements grew more desperate, his body pressing into mine like he couldn’t help himself.Heat bloomed in my chest. "Damien—"A sleepy, broken hum. "Mmh… don’t go…”My heart cle
CHAPTER 45ROSE'S POVI sat on the couch, staring blankly ahead, my fingers idly running along the rim of my glass. My thoughts had been circling the same problem all day, relentless and inescapable.Lily. Damien. And me—falling for the man my sister loved first.This was wrong… wasn’t it? It had to be.No matter how much I tried to ignore it, to push it away, but reality wouldn’t let me. Lately, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. We’d been fucking too much. Every touch, every kiss, and every moment with him had me slipping further, it was like I was losing myself in him. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to stop.I sighed, rubbing my temples. The sharp chime of the doorbell cut through my thoughts, pulling me back to reality.I frowned, glancing at the clock. Who the hell would be here at this hour? Smoothing down my dress, I pushed myself off the couch and made my way toward the door.Damien’s mother. Again.She stood on the doorstep, wrapped in an expensive coat, her lips pressed into a
CHAPTER 44DAMIEN'S POVRose adjusted her dress, smoothing out the fabric before reaching for her purse. Her lips were still slightly swollen, her cheeks faintly flushed, but she looked composed—like she hadn’t just let me wreck her right here in my office.I leaned against the desk, watching her, half-amused. “You’re just gonna leave like that?”She shot me a dry look. “I did bring you lunch. I think I’ve done enough.”I smirked. “Oh? You sure about that?”Her ears turned red, but she ignored me, picking up her bag. “I’ll see you at home.”Home. I didn’t know why that word settled so strangely in my chest.She turned to leave, but before she reached the door, I caught her wrist. She blinked up at me, surprised. "Rose."She tilted her head. "What?"I hesitated for a fraction of a second before sighing, loosening my grip. “Nothing. Get home safe.”She smiled, small but genuine. "You too."And just like that, she was gone. The warmth she left behind lingered for a moment. Then my phone
CHAPTER 43DAMIEN'S POVSeraphina, of course, took full advantage. She turned her head just slightly, eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction. "Oh. Hello, Rose."I looked at Rose just in time to see her expression flicker. A flash of something—annoyance? Hurt?—before she schooled her face into something unreadable."Am I interrupting?" she asked, voice careful.Seraphina smiled, brushing past her with a deliberate bump of her shoulder. "Excuse me."Rose didn’t move for a second. Then, slowly, she turned to me, arching a brow. "So… should I come back later?"I exhaled sharply. "No. You’re exactly who I want here."Her gaze lingered on the door Seraphina had just walked out of before she shook her head, stepping forward. She placed the bag on my desk. "I brought your lunch."I sat back in my chair, opening the bag. The smell hit me instantly. "This looks…" I took a bite and groaned in approval. "Okay. This is amazing." Rose smirked, crossing her arms."Are you the same person who fumbled m
CHAPTER 42DAMIEN'S POVThe bed was empty when I woke up.I blinked against the soft morning light streaming through the curtains, my body still heavy with sleep. My hand instinctively reached for the warmth that should have been there. But the space beside me was empty, the sheets cold beneath my fingertips. A small frown formed as I tried to piece it together. She was here last night. I remembered that much.I sat up, raking a hand through my hair before stretching and making my way toward the bathroom. The shower was quick, the warm water washing away the last traces of sleep. But it was the scent drifting through the apartment that truly pulled me awake.A faint aroma of something warm and buttery lingered in the air, teasing my senses. A slow smirk tugged at my lips. That could only mean one thing.Drawn by the scent, I followed it toward the kitchen. I stepped into the kitchen and stopped, my gaze lingering longer than necessary.Rose stood at the stove, her back to me, the soft