로그인Chapter 20: The Hidden FolderThe penthouse was quiet.Too quiet.Damien had been locked in his home office for hours, handling the fallout from the gala scandal and Marcus Hale’s latest moves. I should have been resting. I should have been curled up in his bed, waiting for him like the good girl he loved me to be.Instead, I was standing outside his study door with my heart in my throat.*You shouldn’t do this,* a voice whispered in my head. *He’ll know. He always knows.*But the conversation with Marcus earlier today had planted poisonous seeds. The evidence he showed me. The claims that Damien had been watching me long before the pool party. The way he always seemed to know exactly where I was, what I was thinking, what I needed before I even asked.I needed the truth.I pushed the door open slowly. The study was dark except for the glow of three large monitors on the massive desk. Damien’s laptop sat op
Chapter 19: The RivalThe scandal had only grown uglier overnight.Every news outlet, gossip blog, and social media platform was dissecting the gala kiss like it was the crime of the century. “Voss Family Incest Scandal,” one headline screamed. Another called me “The Ultimate Homewrecker.” I had stopped checking my phone hours ago. The death threats had multiplied, and Damien had tripled security around the penthouse.I felt trapped. Caged. Even in this luxurious prison with the man I craved more than air.Damien had been in meetings all morning, trying to contain the damage to Voss Enterprises. I was pacing the living room in one of his oversized shirts when my phone buzzed with a new message from an unknown number.**Unknown:** I know the truth about Damien Voss. Meet me at The Emerald Lounge. 2 PM. Come alone. This could save you. – M.H.My stomach twisted. M.H. Marcus Hale. Damien’s biggest business rival. The man w
Chapter 18: Storm ComingI woke up to chaos.My phone was vibrating nonstop on the nightstand, the screen lighting up again and again with notifications. Messages. Tags. Calls. I reached for it groggily, but Damien’s large hand caught my wrist first.“Don’t,” he murmured, voice still rough with sleep. He pulled me back against his chest, wrapping his strong arms around me like a shield. “Let me handle it.”But I couldn’t ignore it. Not when the entire world seemed to be exploding.I slipped out of his grasp and grabbed my phone. The moment I unlocked it, my stomach dropped.Over three hundred missed calls. Thousands of notifications.The top trending topic nationwide: #DamienVossScandalI clicked on one of the videos. It was the kiss from last night — crystal clear, shot from multiple angles. Damien’s hand on my ass, the way my leg flashed through the high slit of the crimson dress, the obvious passion betw
Chapter 17: Public Claim “You’re wearing this tonight.” Damien’s voice was low, authoritative, as he held up the dress. It was a stunning deep crimson gown with a plunging neckline and a slit that ran dangerously high up one thigh. The fabric looked expensive enough to pay my rent for a year. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in nothing but black lace lingerie he had chosen earlier. My body still bore faint marks from last night — his fingerprints on my hips, faint hickeys along my collarbone, the pleasant ache between my thighs that reminded me exactly who I belonged to. “Are you sure?” I asked, biting my lip. “It’s… very revealing.” Damien stepped behind me, his tall frame towering in the reflection. He placed the dress against my body, eyes darkening as he imagined it on me. “I want them to see,” he murmured, lips brushing my ear. “I want every person in that ro
Chapter 16: Jealous Daddy The silence in the penthouse elevator was suffocating. Damien hadn’t said a single word since we left my building. His hand stayed possessively on the small of my back the entire ride up, fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks. The air between us crackled with something dangerous — raw, barely-contained jealousy. The moment the elevator doors opened into the penthouse, he spun me around and slammed me against the wall. His mouth crashed down on mine — not the controlled, calculated kisses I was used to. This was pure hunger. Teeth and tongue, claiming, punishing. His large hand wrapped around my throat, tilting my head back as he devoured me. “You let him touch you,” he growled against my lips, voice low and rough. “You let him kneel in front of you and beg like a dog.” “I didn’t—” I tried to speak, but he squeezed my throat just enough to silence me. “You let him put his hands on what’s mine.” His other hand shoved my dress up roughly, ripping
Chapter 15: Broken PromisesThe car hadn’t even pulled away from the curb when Alex stepped directly into its path.“Stop!” he shouted, voice raw. “Isla, please!”Damien’s driver slammed on the brakes. My heart lurched. Damien’s hand tightened on my thigh, his grip bordering on painful.“Don’t,” Damien warned quietly, his voice low and dangerous. “He’s not worth it.”But I couldn’t just drive away. Not like this. Not when Alex looked so completely destroyed.“I need to do this,” I whispered.Damien’s jaw clenched, but he gave a single sharp nod to the driver. The door unlocked. I stepped out before I could lose my nerve, the afternoon sun feeling too bright on my skin.Alex looked worse up close. His eyes were bloodshot, cheeks hollow. The confident, charming man I had spent three years loving was gone. In his place stood someone broken.“Isla…” His voice cracked as he reached for me. I stepped back instinctively. “Don’t go with him. Please. I’m begging you.”People were starting to s







