LOGINGABRIELLE’S POVThe look on Damon’s face when I pulled away from him made me regret hitting him.He looked utterly confused.“Why would something happen to me?” he asked.My throat felt tight. “Because your lawyer was here and we spent the entire day signing your trusts in my name.”The confusion cleared from his expression.“I should have said something but I forgot I called him,” he said, pulling me into a hug. “I’m sorry, wife.”Now I felt even worse.A gasp escaped my mouth when he suddenly carried me in his arms bridal style and walked into the house.I wrapped my arms around his neck.“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to hide the smile tugging at my lips.“Taking my wife inside,” he said calmly.“You could have just walked like a normal person.”“I could have,” he replied, “but I missed you.”My cheeks warmed. ”You were gone for only the day.”“It’s still a day too long.”I smiled, and rested my head against his shoulder.The tension that had been sitting in my chest all day
DAMON’S POVBlood.It was splattered across the walls, streaking the floor. Rhys stood in front of it, an axe clutched in his hands.A body was lying face down on the floor.I had expected several things when I received my brother’s call.But nothing prepared me for this.I hesitated at the door.Rhys noticed and turned, revealing more blood across his face and chest. His eyes were wild and unrepentant, yet strangely calm.“Damon,” he said almost cheerfully. “You’re finally here, brother.”I could only stare at him, my mind struggling to reconcile the sight of my brother with the horror behind him.“What have you done?” I finally managed to ask, my voice low and shaking with controlled fury.He lifted the axe slightly and ran a hand through his blood-soaked hair. “I killed someone.““Of course you killed someone,” I snapped, impatience cutting through my shock. “I can fucking see that.”Rhys laughed.“You always overreact. Don’t tell me you’re mad. Mad is boring. This…” He gestured t
GABRIELLE’S POV I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face. Before I could even turn around to look, I knew the bed was empty. Damon told me he had a very busy day today. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling for a moment, stretching lazily as the memories from last night replayed in my mind. Heat crept up my neck. God. If someone had told me a few months ago that Damon Gravari would ask to make love to me, I would have laughed in their face. Yet here we were after everything, and somehow more intimate than we had ever been. My gaze shifted to the bedside table where a small folded note rested beside the lamp. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached for it. Damon might never admit to being the romantic type, but his actions said otherwise. He had developed a habit of leaving me these little messages whenever he had to leave before I woke up. I unfolded the paper. My smile deepened as I read the short message in his neat handwriting. I pla
DAMON’S POVAnger was the first emotion that hit the next morning.Actually, no.For the past few days, anger had been the only thing I could feel most of the time.I hid it well from Gabrielle because being in her presence gave me a sense of calm. With her, there was only peace, love, and warmth.But the moment I was away from her, the anger crept back in—stronger every day.It was becoming increasingly difficult to control after spending the last fifteen years feeling almost nothing at all.Now, it was like something inside me had finally woken up.And it was furious.I saw Father in my sleep every night, laughing and drinking with Rocco while they tore me apart piece by piece.Over and over again, the memories from my past played like a broken record.Oh, there were so many ways to kill Rocco.And I intended to enjoy every single one of them.I exhaled deeply and tried to clear my mind as I got out of bed.Gabrielle was still asleep when I finished getting ready for work.She was c
GABRIELLE’S POVI felt content just lying in his arms, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat while his fingers traced slow patterns along my back.We stayed like that for several minutes, the silence between us comfortable and warm.“I know this might be the wrong time,” I said eventually. “But… your sister. What happened to her?”Damon’s hand stilled against my back.The change was subtle, but I felt it immediately.His chest rose beneath my cheek in a slow breath before his fingers resumed their lazy movements.“She died three years ago,” he finally said. “Four in a few months.”I tilted my head slightly so I could see his face.His expression had gone thoughtful, his eyes fixed somewhere above us as if he were looking at something far away.“I stayed with Rocco for some years after our parents’ death,” he continued. “And he assured me that Alessia was living with Beatrice.”My stomach twisted. “He lied?”“Yes,” he answered. “He had no idea where she was. By the time I came back
GABRIELLE’S POVI stared at him, searching his gaze.Damon looked almost uncertain—as if he wasn’t sure how I would respond. His eyes held mine, patient and strangely vulnerable.I reached up and touched his cheek gently.“You don’t even have to ask me,” I said softly. “I am yours completely… body and soul.”He froze as if my words had stunned him.His gaze searched my face slowly, like he was trying to find even the smallest hint that I didn’t mean it.“You know everything about me,” he said.“I do.”“And you stayed.”My chest tightened. “Of course, I did. I promised I would.”Something fragile and almost disbelieving shifted in his expression then.Damon’s free hand slid down and found mine.He raised my hand over my head, pinning it there and intertwining our fingers together.“I will always choose you,” he said suddenly, the words rough like they had forced their way out of his chest. “Before anyone else.”I blinked. “Damon—”“Before anyone,” he repeated, his voice calmer now. “Ev
GABRIELLE’S POV By Christmas morning, the heat from the night before felt like a foreign memory, replaced by a tight and hollow ache in my chest that refused to loosen no matter how many times I breathed. John’s death — even though the man was a rude fuck — only reminded me how fickle life wa
GABRIELLE’S POV I was just done packing my bags when I heard a knock on my door. I froze. What if it was Damon? No, I couldn’t let him see me like this. I got up from the bed and stood in front of the mirror, wiping my tears with the hem of my shirt. But my mascara was smudged and it
GABRIELLE’S POV Damon’s eyes fell on me and I felt my breath hitch slightly. I held his gaze, waiting for him to look away first, but he didn’t. “Oh, hi Gabrielle,” Selene said, snapping the tension between us. I turned to her and managed my usual polite smile. “Hi, Selene. What were you
GABRIELLE’S POV With all the willpower I had left, I moved out of his arms and threw a pillow at him. I was still in my clothes from last night and my coat was on the floor. He sat up, and I saw that he was shirtless, with his hair tousled. “Hey, come back to bed.” God, how could his hair







