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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
Damien's Willing Captive What We Never Became
Isabella’s POVWe stepped out of the apartment building into the crisp mid-morning air, and sure enough, the driver Jace had hired was already there…leaning against a shiny black SUV, scrolling on his phone. He straightened up the second he spotted us, gave a quick nod, and opened the back door.“Morning, ladies,” he said politely. “Ready when you are.”Agnes slid in first, and I followed, my legs still a little shaky from everything. The door clicked shut, and as the car pulled away from the curb, my mind wandered straight back to Jace.It had been two days after we first crashed into this apartment. I was still a mess…curled up in bed, eyes swollen from crying nonstop. Jace knocked softly, came in with two steaming mugs of coffee, and sat on the edge of the mattress like he was handling something fragile.He didn’t beat around the bush.“Isabella,” he said, voice low and way too serious for the guy who usually cracked jokes every five seconds trying to cheer me up. “I gotta get this
Damien's Willing Captive Days That Blurred
Isabella’s POVI don’t know how many days have passed by in that apartment. Time lost all meaning…just endless loops of staring at walls, crying until my eyes burned, and trying to stitch my heart back together with threads that kept snapping. Agnes never left my side. She cooked when I couldn’t eat, forced water into my hands, and held me through the nightmares that came every single night since that day.I kept seeing Damien’s face in the police station days ago. The same eyes. The same voice. The same man who broke me… and somehow, the same man who put me back together without me realizing it.I couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had happened and how dirty it felt to be tangled up willingly to someone I swore never to cross paths with.Today, like every other day that has passed in a blur, I was lying on a couch in the living room of the apartment Jace booked for us. It was clean, modern, neutral colors, big windows letting in gray morning light. Not the Voss mansion. No
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