LOGINCharles POV For the past three days, Julian and I had practically been running back and forth trying to see Damien. And for the past three days, Damien had been acting like a man completely comfortable sitting inside a prison cell. The idiot refused to leave. I still could not wrap my head around it. Any normal person with his power, money, and influence would have gotten out within hours. One phone call. One order. That was all it would take. Hell, Damien did not even need to speak directly. People would rush to clear the road for him immediately. Just one damn word from Damien Blackthorne and the police would practically apologize for inconveniencing him and escort him out respectfully like some honored guest. But no. Mr. Tragic Hero wanted to remain there like prison was a vacation resort. He stayed there calmly like priso
Evelyn POVThree days later.The internet had been on fire ever since Damien’s arrest.Every blog, every news channel, every business page had his face plastered everywhere like some fallen king finally dragged down from his throne. “Damien Blackthorne Arrested for Corporate Fraud.” “The Dark Secrets Behind Blackthorne Group.” “Aveillie & Co Owner Revealed as Evelyn Lockwood.” The headlines refused to stop.And somehow… none of it made me happy.I had stayed in Damien’s house these past three days, but it no longer felt like victory. The silence inside the mansion was too loud now. Too cold. Everywhere I turned, something reminded me of him. His scent lingering in the hallway. His untouched coffee cups. His jackets hanging where he left them. Even the workers moved around carefully now like the house itself was mourning.I should be happy.Was this not what I wanted?Was this not the revenge I wa
Ayla POVI woke up with a headache so vicious it felt like someone was hammering nails into my skull. My body was heavy, sluggish, and the room spun lazily as I forced my eyes open. This was not my room. It wasn’t Ivana’s either. The space was too neat, too masculine, and far too expensive. Dark wood tones, crisp white sheets, and a faint scent of sandalwood and something clean that felt dangerously soothing. My stomach flipped as realization began to creep in.The door clicked open.Charles walked in carrying a tray in one hand—two glasses of water, what looked like painkillers, and a plate of toast. He was wearing nothing but a black singlet and boxers, and damn… the man was built like pure temptation wrapped in restraint. Broad shoulders, firm chest, and abs that flexed subtly with every step. For one blissful second, my pounding headache took a backseat.Then he looked at me, and everything from l
Damien POVOn my way home, I could not stop thinking. My mind felt heavy, restless, like every single thing that happened these past five years suddenly found its missing piece tonight. Allen. It was Allen all along. No wonder Evelyn disappeared without a word back then. No wonder she came back carrying hatred in her eyes instead of answers. No wonder every time she looked at me, it felt like she wanted to destroy me completely. Allen poisoned her against me from the very beginning, and the most painful part was that I allowed it to happen.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my jaw clenching painfully. Everything between Evelyn and I was destroyed because we never sat down and talked. Such a simple thing. Communication. Funny how something so small could completely ruin a marriage. People always think marriages break because someone cheated or stopped loving the other person, but sometimes silence does more damage than betrayal itself. Silence grows int
Evelyn POVLeo pushed the file toward me slowly, like the papers inside carried the weight of years he hadn't lived but somehow understood.He leaned back into his chair, his face heavy, his eyes watching mine before I even touched it."Here is the evidence of his crimes, Evelyn." His voice was low, deliberate. "I still cannot believe Damien actually did all this."My fingers hovered just above the file.I didn't open it immediately.Something in my chest was already reacting, already pulling tight, like my body understood what my mind was still refusing to prepare for. Like some quiet, buried part of me already knew what was inside and was bracing for the impact before the blow even landed.I lifted the cover slowly.The first thing I saw were transaction records.Large sums of money. Property acquisitions. Company transfers. Pages and pages of numbers that meant nothing individually
Damien POV My fingers dug deeper into Allen’s throat, the veins in my forearm bulging with the pressure I was applying. His back was slammed against the cold wall, and I could feel every frantic beat of his pulse beneath my palm. Micah hovered uselessly in the corner, clutching her wrinkled clothes to her chest like a pathetic shield, but she might as well have been invisible. My entire world had narrowed to the bloody, swollen face of the man I had once trusted as family. “Who is the father?” I demanded, my voice coming out as a low, guttural growl that barely sounded human. How the hell am I the one who doesn’t know who the father of Evelyn’s child is? The question repeated like a broken record inside my skull. I had stepped up without a second thought.Allen’s face twisted, he coughed violently, spraying fine droplets of blood across my shirt, but even that didn’t stop the laughter bubbling up from his chest. “Oh… you
(Damien’s POV)“Finally, you’ve lost it. I’m serious this time — I need to book you into a psychiatric ward, because I cannot keep calling myself friends with a lunatic.There’s no other explanation for this level of strategic suicide.”Charles’ voice came at me before the door had even closed. He
Evelyn povI dressed up for work and took one of Damien’s cars, the one with mirror tint. I was meeting Sophia at a café near the estate.She was already waiting when I walked in. We hugged tight.“Look at you,” she teased. “Rolling up in Damien’s car like a mafia wife. Should I start calling you M
(Evelyn’s POV)The limo door opened, and the noise outside hit like a wave. Flashbulbs, voices, the hungry buzz of people waiting for a show.Damien stepped out first, tall and untouchable, and when his hand reached for me, I didn’t hesitate. I placed mine in his, smooth and steady, because that’s
Damien’s POVI woke up with a deep smile still resting on my face, my arms wrapped around the soft warmth beside me. For a few seconds I stayed like that, half lost in sleep, enjoying the quiet comfort of the morning. The early sunlight was slipping through the curtains, the soft glow spreading acr







