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Detective in Chains
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2025-09-03 21:26:23
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Damien's Willing Captive Too Perfect to Trust
Damien’s POVThe adrenaline was still pulsing in my veins, a slow burn just under my skin, long after the room erupted in relief. Applause. Hugs. Smiles.Cleo’s solution was a goddamn miracle—smooth, clean, impossible even.And that scared me more than anything.I watched my team moving like a well-oiled machine. Developers are back in their chairs, Olivia delegating with sharp commands, PR scrambling to reshape the narrative, legal scanning every inch of our contracts to build a new wall.We were survivors—no, we were warriors. And Cleo had led the charge.I should’ve felt relieved.But instead, something gnawed at the back of my mind like a tick beneath the skin. Something I couldn’t name.I walked to the far end of the boardroom, pretending to check a digital display. The screen flickered—numbers, graphs, clean projections. Too clean.My palms itched.I exhaled, rolling my shoulders.“Damien,” a voice hissed.I turned, just in time to see Olivia’s manicured fingers wrap tightly aro
Damien's Willing Captive His Anchor
Damien’s POV“Get me the IT unit lead. Now.” My voice cut through the room like a blade, sharp and unforgiving.This was Isabella’s doing.Isabella… What the hell is her last name?How could I have been so reckless—so goddamn horny—I didn’t even bother to look her up? No background check, no questions, just blind lust. All this chaos—every crack in my company right now, every moment I’ve spent trying to clean this up and figure out a way to maneuver this mess—it all leads back to her.And she had the nerve… the audacity to look straight into the CCTV and smile—like she wasn’t the storm tearing everything apart. Like she hadn’t just lit a match, dropped it on a house drenched in gasoline, and casually boarded a flight while the flames devoured everything in her wake.Oh, she’ll pay for it. In blood.What a fucking joke this will be when the truth gets out—The great unraveling of Damien’s empire began because he had a one-night stand… with a woman.The press will eat it alive.Has he
Damien's Willing Captive The Breach
The city blurred past the tinted windows as Damien’s car shot toward the office. Cleo sat beside him, her gaze straight ahead, calm — too calm — while Olivia barked instructions from the phone on speaker.“It’s confirmed. The file’s been pulled from every platform we can trace — legal’s working overtime, and we’ve got NDAs flying at everyone who so much as looked at the leak.”“And the people who downloaded it already?” Damien snapped.Silence.“That’s what I fucking thought,” he muttered, fingers curling into fists. “It’s out there. It’s done.”By the time they arrived at the towering glass building, a small army waited — executives, legal, security, even PR. Cameras were already gathering outside. News vans. Paparazzi. Word was spreading like fire in a dry forest.Cleo’s stilettos clicked beside him as they entered the executive floor. Olivia met them at the elevator, holding a tablet.“More calls came in. Daily News, Forbes, fucking Page Six.”“This isn’t a scandal,” Damien hissed.
Damien's Willing Captive She Played Me
The roar of jet engines whispered in the distance as the black SUV rolled toward the private hangar, headlights slicing through the early dusk. Damien sat in the backseat, eyes locked on the tarmac ahead, mind already halfway to Isabella. His pilot was prepping the Gulfstream. The crew was ready.Everything was running smoothly and they were almost there, until—Rrrrring. Rrrrring.His phone vibrates violently in his coat pocket. Damien glanced at the caller ID.Olivia.He picked it up with a tight breath. “Not now, Liv.”Her voice was sharper than usual. “Where are you?”“I said not now. I have a jet to catch. I literally don’t have time for your micromanaging bullshit.”“You don’t have time?” she cut in coldly. “You don’t have time for the disaster you just caused?”Damien’s brows pulled together in a tight knot. He signaled to the others to stop. “What the hell are you talking about?”“I’m talking about the fact that you owe me answers, Damien. And yes, as your assistant I believe
Damien's Willing Captive She's Free?
Damien’s POVMidnight.And no way forward.The city's pulse beat around us, alive and cold, but Isabella’s absence was the only sound I could hear in my head—louder than the hum of the surveillance feeds Jaxon’s crew had tapped into, louder than the useless whirring of servers spitting out dead-end footage.We were back at the penthouse after hours of fruitless searches.I shouldn't have taken her to that party.My mind was a war zone as regret began eating its way in my heart.I paced the length of the marble floor like a caged animal, running a hand through my hair until it felt like I’d tear the roots out. The others kept glancing at me nervously. I didn’t care.“LOOK AT YOU,” I shouted suddenly. “ALL OF YOU LOOKING SO FUCKING RELAXED! HACK EVERYTHING! TRAFFIC CAMS, BANK SYSTEMS, PRIVATE SECURITY FEEDS—I DON’T GIVE A SHIT IF IT’S THE DAMN SPACE STATION—FIND HER!”They jumped to action like soldiers. Jaxon nodded to one of the new tech guys, and within minutes, the east wing of the
Damien's Willing Captive Detective in Chains
Isabella’s POVMy head throbbed like someone had slammed it in a car door.The scent hit first—sterile, sharp, like a hospital hallway soaked in bleach... and something floral underneath. Roses? No. Rotten roses.I blinked. Pain flared behind my eyes. My body wouldn’t move. My wrists—strapped in place. Ankles too. Leather cuffs. Cold. Tight.Panic didn’t bloom—it exploded, sudden and animalistic. My chest rose fast. Too fast.“Damien?” I rasped. My throat was sandpaper. “Damien!”No answer.I was lying on my side. The floor beneath me was hard and unforgiving. Cement. And cold enough that it was seeping into my bones.My mouth moved before my brain could catch up.“Well,” I muttered, voice shaking despite myself, “this is definitely not the ladies’ room. Do I really have a sign on my forehead that says ‘kidnap me’?”A click echoed from above. A bulb flickered to life—weak and yellow, casting long shadows on walls lined with rust-stained metal.A figure stood across the room. Tall. Mas
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