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Damien's Willing Captive The Cracks
The Osmond Mansion ****Carlos stood frozen, the phone pressed hard against his ear. The voice on the other end was low, urgent, spilling words that hit him like punches to the gut. Olivia sat perfectly still in her chair, watching every twitch on his face. The study felt smaller now, the air heavier, like the walls were closing in.Carlos’s eyes widened just a fraction. His free hand clenched into a fist at his side. Then, without warning, he yanked the phone away and hurled it across the room. It smashed against the bookshelf with a sharp crack, pieces scattering on the hardwood floor.“Fuck!” he screamed, the word exploding out of him like he’d been holding it in for years. He spun around, face red, veins bulging in his neck. “Why the hell is that bastard trying to destroy everything?”Olivia jumped a little at the outburst, her swollen wrist throbbing from the sudden movement. She stared at him, eyebrows raised. “What the hell was that about?”Carlos paced like a caged animal, br
Damien's Willing Captive Hidden Truths
The Osmond Mansion ****The study door clicked shut behind Ariana and the guard, sealing Carlos Osmond and Olivia Horace in a bubble of thick silence. The air still smelled of blood and shattered glass, but the real poison was the two people left standing in it.Olivia waited a beat, then let out a soft, mocking laugh. She moved further into the study, cradling her swollen wrist, eyes gleaming with amusement.“Really, Mr Osmond,” she drawled, “your parenting skills are something else. Letting that spoiled little brat slap me twice and shove me to the ground as a guest in your own house?” She shook her head, lips curling. “You should watch her closer. Something tells me she’s going to ruin this whole thing for us. She thinks she’s smarter than everyone in the room. I could literally see through her.”Carlos straightened his cuffs, face sliding back into that calm, calculating mask he wore for business. “You shouldn’t have provoked her,” he said mildly, pouring himself a fresh scotch
Damien's Willing Captive Poison In The Veins
The Osmond Mansion****If there was one person Ariana Osmond hated more than the man who’d raised her…who she was now convinced had blood on his hands…it was the woman leaning against the study doorframe like she owned the place.Olivia Horace.Damien’s so-called best friend. His loyal assistant. The snake who’d slithered into every corner of Ariana’s life in the past and ruined it piece by piece.Ariana had seen through her from the start. In fact, she had tried to warn Damien about her, but he hated her family so much that he didn’t even want to listen. “She’s not who you think she is. Watch your back.” But it came out wrong…jealous, obsessive. Because yes, for a long time, Ariana had been obsessed with Damien. She’d loved him with every reckless, all-or-nothing fiber of her being. And that is the only way Ariana knows to love. It’s either she loves obsessively or she doesn’t love at all.It started back when their families were still together. When they ate from the same table.
Damien's Willing Captive Snakes In the Nest
The Osmond Mansion****The Osmond mansion was supposed to be in mourning…black wreaths on the doors, hushed voices in the halls, staff moving like ghosts. But in Carlos Osmond’s private study, the air crackled with violence and rage.“What the hell does that mean!” Carlos roared, his face purple with rage. He swept an arm across his desk, sending crystal decanters and framed photos crashing to the floor. “He escaped? You’re telling me Liam escaped from this estate with all the guards and CCTV mounted at every corner?”The man in front of him…big, scarred, one of Carlo’s most trusted enforcers…flinched but didn’t back away. Not yet.Carlos snatched an iron bar that had been propped against the wall for some half-finished renovation and swung it hard. The metal connected with the back of the man’s knee with a sickening crack. The enforcer buckled, dropping to one knee with a choked grunt, sweat already beading on his forehead.“You’re worthless and a failure!” Carlos screamed, waving t
Damien's Willing Captive Locked Away For Murder
Damien’s POVFour days. Four fucking days in this concrete box, and it’s starting to feel real.At first, I thought it was a bad joke. Some mix-up with paperwork, fucking Osmond pulling strings for a quick scare just to have me in line. I’d be out by dinner, laughing about it with my people over steak and wine. Gerald would walk in, roll his eyes, and say, “Sign here, Voss. Let’s go home.”But it’s day four. I’m wearing an orange jumpsuit that smells like bleach and old sweat. My cell is eight feet by ten, with a metal toilet in the corner and a bunk that feels like sleeping on a slab of rock. The food is gray slop that tastes like regret. And every time that steel door clangs shut, it hits me harder…this isn’t a mistake. It’s not the usual push and pull Osmond always tosses at me. This is for real. He wants me to rot here.I paced the tiny space like a caged animal…three steps one way, three steps back…because sitting still makes my skin crawl. The walls feel like they are closing in
Damien's Willing Captive Shattered
Isabella’s POVI don’t remember how I got into the car. One minute I was standing in that cold police station hallway, staring at the empty space where Damien had been dragged away, and the next I was in the back seat of an SUV, Agnes on one side cradling my head against her shoulder, Ellie on the other holding my hand like I might float away if she let go.I couldn’t stop shaking.Every breath felt like broken glass. My chest was too tight, my skin too hot, my mind too loud. I kept seeing his face…those dark eyes pleading with me, the way his voice cracked when he said my name. And then the mask. The hotel room. The morning after. Him gone. Me alone, bleeding, terrified, ruined.It was him. All of it was him.Agnes kept stroking my hair, whispering soft things I couldn’t really hear over the roaring in my ears. Ellie was crying quietly, wiping her face with the sleeve of her hoodie, squeezing my fingers every few seconds like she was checking I was still there.She likely thought I w
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