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Betrayed By the Body
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2025-08-20 22:08:33
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Damien's Willing Captive Olivia Horace’s Arrest
Isabella’s POVThe TV was still frozen on that last frozen frame…the chaotic swarm of reporters and protesters outside the precinct…when the feed suddenly jolted back to life.A black cargo van had screeched to a stop right in front of the station steps. The side door flew open. Two figures…hooded, moving fast…shoved a bound woman out onto the concrete. She hit the ground hard on her knees, hands zip-tied behind her back, ankles bound together, duct tape wrapped tight across her mouth. A large white poster board was duct-taped to her chest in big black marker letters:I AM THE MASTERMINDThe van peeled away before anyone could react.The crowd exploded.Reporters surged forward like a tidal wave, cameras flashing, microphones thrusting toward her face. Phones were held high, live-streaming everything. Protesters pushed against the barriers, screaming questions. “Who are you?!” “Why did you target Damien Voss?!” “Talk!”The woman struggled against the restraints, muffled sounds coming
Damien's Willing Captive The Drama Continues
Isabella’s POVThe living room of the Voss estate felt like a war room nobody had bothered to clean up…empty coffee mugs everywhere, blankets thrown over chairs, phones charging on every surface. Last night was hell. Nobody got more than twenty minutes of real sleep. Every buzz from the gate intercom, every notification chime, every random car horn outside had us bolting upright like we were under attack. By morning Gerald and Jaxon were already gone, stationed at the police precinct like sentinels. Gerald flat-out refused to leave…he kept his stance about how the first investigation had been “a setup from the beginning” and how he wasn’t letting this new team pull the same tricks.Now we were all glued to the massive flat-screen in the living room. Ellie, Agnes, Jace…who’d shown up maybe two hours ago looking like he hadn’t slept in days either, and me. The news feed was live from outside the precinct downtown. Reporters swarmed the steps like vultures, microphones thrust at anyon
Damien's Willing Captive The Ruined Plan
Horace Villa****But it was.Out on the patio, lit by the harsh glow of the security lights, lay a crumpled bundle that shouldn't exist. A bloodied piece of cloth…stained with rusty, dried blood…and right beside it, glinting under the moon, a knife. The knife. The one Olivia had gripped so tightly that night, the one she'd plunged into Cleo's body over and over after choking the life out of her.Olivia's breath caught in her throat. She bolted for the door, yanking it open with a force that made the hinges creak. The cold evening air hit her like a slap, but she didn't stop until she was right outside, skidding to a halt just beyond the threshold. Her mouth fell open, wide and frozen in shock, as she stared down at the horror in front of her. Speechless. Utterly speechless. The world narrowed to that bundle…what looked like the top Cleo had been wearing that day, the simple black blouse now torn and crusted with blood that had once been fresh and warm.The others piled out after her
Damien's Willing Captive The Woman I Killed
Horace Villa****The woman on the phone started laughing again, louder this time, wild and sharp, like glass breaking in slow motion. “Bet you’re really curious huh? Whose blood could it be?” She repeated, in a singsong tone.Olivia’s voice cracked as she spiraled. “Who the hell are you?!” she screamed into the room, even though the phone was in Osmond’s hand. “What gave you the confidence to act this crazy? Answer me!”The laughter cut off suddenly.“It’s me, silly,” the voice said, sweet as poison. “It’s your home girl, Cleo. The one and only.”Olivia’s head snapped up in shock. Her eyes went huge, like someone had punched her in the soul.“Cle…Cleo?” she stuttered. Then her legs gave out immediately.She dropped straight to the floor in a heap, knees slamming hard against the wood. Her chest started heaving, tight and painful, like her ribs were caving in. She clutched at her shirt, gasping, face turning red then white then red again.Her father rushed over, dropping down beside h
Damien's Willing Captive The Crazy Lady
Horace Villa****Olivia’s face went from pale to flushed red in seconds, like someone had flipped a switch inside her. She gripped the phone so tight her knuckles turned white, and without a word she started pacing the living room…fast, angry steps that slapped against the old wooden floor. Back and forth, back and forth, like a tiger stuck in a cage too small for its rage.Osmond watched her for a second, eyebrows drawn together. “Olivia,” he said, voice low but sharp. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”She didn’t even look at him. Just kept pacing, phone glued to her ear, lips pressed into a thin, furious line.He tried again, louder. “Olivia! Fucking say something!”Still nothing. Whatever was being said on the other end had her completely locked in, eyes wide, breathing shallow and quick.Osmond’s patience snapped. He jerked his chin at one of his men…the biggest one, built like a refrigerator with arms. The guy stepped forward without a word. Olivia saw him coming too late…she twist
Damien's Willing Captive A Break In Transmission
Horace Villa****Olivia’s pulse spiked so hard she felt it in her throat.Her pulse thundered in her ears.Could it be Damien’s men? Had suspicion finally found its way to her door? Had his people somehow traced the plan back here?What if they’d heard something…just enough to connect the dots…and decided to end the masterminds behind the arrest, starting with her family?Her breath hitched.Or worse…what if it was the police?What if someone had talked? What if one careless whisper had unraveled everything she’d fought so hard to bury? What if Osmond turned against her, and sold her out to the authorities?The thought curdled in her chest, cold and suffocating. For a split second, blind panic flooded her…who could it be? Who could have followed her? Who knew about this place? Had someone tailed her after all? But then reason clawed its way in.Wait.It could be them after all. The crew she’d hired…the professionals who were supposed to stage the diversion, crash the transport, and
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