Mag-log inDamon“How could you?” Sir Vescari’s voice thundered through the room, his walking sticks striking the floor as he took another furious step toward me. His face had reddened with anger, the lines around his eyes deepening as he stared at me like I had personally betrayed him. “Was this the plan all along, Damon? Did you intend to humiliate me after everything I’ve done for you?”I kept my expression controlled, though the sudden talks of his daughter had thrown an unexpected weight onto my wedding day. “You know today is my wedding,” I said evenly, reminding him of the fact he seemed determined to ignore. His eyes widened in disbelief before he gave a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Of course. You always want to have it your way.” He tightened his grip around one of his walking sticks, his knuckles whitening. “After everything I did for you, after saving your life, you’re really going to throw it all away just to get married to someone else?” His voice cracked with frustration as
Damon“What’s that?” Evelyn’s voice came through the phone, followed by a brief pause. “I’m coming right away.” The call ended before I could ask what she meant, and the second the screen went dark, my entire body went rigid. Lina was still standing there with that irritatingly satisfied expression on her face, the missing envelope resting casually in her hand, and I knew I had seconds at most. I moved without thinking, crossing the room and grabbing her arm before she could react. “What are you doing?” she hissed, but I didn't answer. I pulled her toward the hidden entrance beneath the floor, forcing it open before pushing her down into the underground passage. “Move,” I ordered coldly, and she stumbled forward, catching herself before turning around with a furious glare. “Damon, you can't—” I pushed her farther inside and stepped down after her, my expression hardening as I pointed toward the underground room. “Stay there,” I ordered through clenched teeth, but before I could
Damon“Fuck, that was close,” I muttered under my breath the moment I stepped out of the room, pulling the door shut behind me as I dragged a hand through my hair, my pulse still beating harder than it should have been. For a few seconds, I simply stood there, staring at the closed door while the image of Evelyn inside that room replayed in my head, and the thought that she had been only a few steps away from discovering everything made my jaw tighten. I needed to be more careful. Much more careful. “What the hell is going on with you lately, Damon?” Lina’s sharp voice cut through my thoughts, and I turned to find her standing a few feet away with her arms folded tightly across her chest, her expression filled with suspicion. I ignored her and started walking, but she immediately stepped into my path, forcing me to stop. “Is it really that serious with her?” she demanded, her eyes narrowing as she searched my face. “You’ve never been serious about any woman, so why her? Huh?” I s
EvelynI stepped farther into the hidden room, moving cautiously as my eyes slowly adjusted to the dim red light, and the first thing I noticed was the walls, because they were covered with photographs, hundreds of them, scattered across the surface in no obvious order, although the darkness and the strange lighting made most of them too blurry for me to understand what I was looking at, which only made the uneasy feeling in my stomach grow stronger. I moved closer, narrowing my eyes as I tried to make out the faces and details in the pictures, wondering why Damon would have a hidden room filled with photographs in the first place and why he had never mentioned anything about it, when suddenly a familiar voice drifted through the silence behind me.“Missed me so much that you had to come back?” My entire body froze. Slowly, I turned around, and there he was, standing at the far end of the room, dressed in dark clothes with that infuriatingly calm expression on his face.Damon starte
EvelynThe second I got back to my room, I dropped face first onto the bed like my body had completely given up on me. The mattress dipped beneath me as I buried my face into the pillow, but it did absolutely nothing to calm the mess happening inside my head.“What is wrong with you, Evelyn?” I groaned into the pillow before rolling onto my back sharply.My fingers dragged over my lips slowly, and I bit down on the bottom one without realizing it.This was getting completely out of hand. It was supposed to be simple. A contract. Just a stupid arrangement between two people using each other for their own reasons. That was all. Nothing emotional. Nothing complicated. So why did my chest still feel tight?Why could I still feel his breath against my neck?And worst of all… why the hell could I still picture the water dripping down his body?My eyes squeezed shut instantly. Bad idea.Because the image only became clearer.The way his wet hair had fallen over his forehead. The drops of wat
Damon “You can leave now if you want,” I murmured against her lips, my voice low enough to make the silence between us feel heavier. “Because when I start, I don’t stop.” The words came out rougher than I intended. Evelyn stayed beneath me, her breathing uneven, and the closer I looked at her, the more obvious it became that she was fighting herself. I could see it in her eyes. That hesitation and fear. That dangerous curiosity she kept trying to bury. But she still didn’t move. A slow smile pulled at the corner of my mouth. “I’ll take that as a yes.” I leaned closer until my lips brushed the shell of her ear. Her entire body tensed instantly beneath me, and the reaction alone nearly destroyed the little control I had left. Then I lowered my mouth to her neck. The second my lips touched her skin, she gasped softly. Just one small sound. But damn. That tiny sound hit me harder than it should have. My hand pressed into the mattress beside her while I kissed the se
EvelynDamon’s gaze stayed on me and even as I lifted my glass and took a slow sip, hoping it would distract me, it didn’t. If anything, it made me more aware of it.Sebastian noticed.“Why do you keep staring at my wife?” he snapped.Damon barely reacted, just leaned back slightly with a careless
EvelynHow the heck did he get my number?I frowned, irritation rising fast. He was already too much trouble. I didn’t need anything tying me closer to him.I blocked his number immediately.My eyes shifted to the cake on the table. I grabbed it and threw it straight into the bin. The smell hit me
EvelynI woke up the next morning with puffy, dark under-eyes, the memory of last night sitting heavy in my chest. It wasn’t a blur. I remembered everything. Tessa finding me, pulling me out of Damon’s hands like she already knew I wouldn’t leave on my own.I reached for my phone. The screen lit up
Evelyn “I want a divorce.” The words sat on my tongue like something bitter I couldn’t swallow, even though I had already said them out loud. “Are you sure you want me to start drafting your divorce?” Tessa’s voice came through again, tight with disbelief, like she was trying to hold me together







