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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
Damien's Willing Captive The Family I Had
Horace Villa****Olivia Horace killed the engine and remained behind the wheel, hands still curled tight around it long after the key was out. The small villa loomed in front of her like a tombstone marking the exact spot where her family had died…even though she and her father were still breathing. The house looked abandoned from the outside: grass tall enough to brush the bottom of the windows, ivy strangling the porch rails, the once-bright blue paint now faded to a sickly gray. No lights glowed in the windows. No smoke curled from the chimney. Just silence so thick it pressed against the glass of her car.She closed her eyes and let the memories rush in, sharp and merciless.Laughter spilling out the open front door on summer evenings. Her mother’s voice calling them in for dinner, the smell of barbecue thick in the air. Her father rocking on the porch, pretending to read the paper but really watching them all with that quiet, proud smile he used to wear like a second skin. Her
Damien's Willing Captive Who Was It?
Isabella’s POVAgnes’s scream still echoed in the small hospital room. “Holy fuck! Oh my God!”She stood frozen just inside the room, phone clattered on the floor, staring at the person sitting up in the bed like she’d seen a ghost.The woman blinked back at us…confused, weak, dark hair tangled against the white pillow, bruises fading on her face and arms, IV line taped to her hand. She looked fragile, but very much alive.I gave her a weak smile, ready to walk further in to ask her how she’s feeling, but Agnes' continued outburst had me confused.“What? Why? How? Huh?!” Agnes whipped around to me, voice pitching higher with every word. “Bella, do you even know who that is? Do you have any idea—”My guess? She’s totally convinced we just saved some rich big shot…and now she’s already spending the reward money in her head. She hasn’t stopped talking about it since.I opened my mouth to answer, to ask the million questions exploding in my head and to tell her to behave, but before a sin
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