LOGINThe SUV screeched to a stop outside the hospital entrance. Damian didn’t even bother with the parking lot. He left the car running, doors wide open, and we sprinted through the automatic doors like the building was already on fire.Security tried to stop us at the elevator. Damian didn’t slow down. He flashed his ID and growled, “My family is in danger. Move.” They stepped aside.The elevator ride to my mother’s floor felt endless. My heart hammered so hard I could hear it in my ears. Damian’s hand was locked around mine, his grip almost painful, but I didn’t pull away. I needed that pain. It reminded me I was still here. We were still fighting.The doors opened. The hallway was too quiet. No nurses rushing. No beeping monitors. Just the faint smell of antiseptic and something sharper — fear.We ran.Room 712.The door was ajar.Damian kicked it open.My mother was sitting up in bed, pale but alive, eyes wide with terror. Victoria stood at the foot of the bed, a syringe in her hand, s
The conference room felt smaller the second Damian’s father spoke.“I was wondering when you’d finally find out.”The old man’s voice was calm, almost tired, like he had been carrying this secret for years and was relieved it was finally out. Damian’s hand tightened around mine until I felt the bones press together.“Find out what, exactly?” Damian asked, voice dangerously low. “That my own sister drugged me in Vegas? That she erased an entire night of my life so she could keep me like some twisted prize? Or that she’s been poisoning my daughter’s medical records for four years just to control me?”There was a long pause on the other end.Then the old man sighed. “All of it. And more.”I felt the floor tilt under my feet. Damian’s entire body went rigid beside me.“Explain,” Damian said. It wasn’t a request.His father’s voice dropped, heavy with regret. “Victoria has been obsessed with you since she was a teenager. Not as a sister. As something… else. Your mother and I saw the signs
The conference room felt too small. The threat video was still frozen on the screen — Victoria standing in our penthouse, holding Mia’s favorite unicorn like it was a trophy. My stomach twisted so hard I thought I might be sick.“Call Lila,” I said, voice shaking. “Right now.”Damian already had his phone out, dialing before I finished the sentence. It rang once. Twice. On the third ring Lila picked up, sounding out of breath.“We’re at the safe house,” she said immediately. “Mia’s fine. She’s coloring and asking for ice cream. What the hell is going on?”I let out a shaky breath, but Damian’s face stayed hard.“Victoria just sent a video from inside the penthouse,” he told her, voice low and dangerous. “She’s been watching us the whole time. Stay there. Don’t open the door for anyone. I’m sending extra security now.”He hung up and looked at me. His eyes were burning with something I had never seen before — not just anger, but pure, ice-cold fury.“She threatened our daughter,” he sa
The elevator doors opened on the agency’s top floor and we stepped out like we were walking into a war zone. Damian’s hand stayed locked on the small of my back, guiding me straight to the private conference room at the end of the hall. My pulse was still racing from the car chase, from the photo Victoria had sent, from the way she had called me “little sister” like it was a promise and a threat at the same time.I locked the door behind us the second we were inside. Damian already had the USB plugged into the large screen on the wall. The room was dim, the blinds drawn, the only light coming from the glow of the monitor.“Play it,” I said, voice steadier than I felt. “All of it. No more secrets.”He hit play.The footage continued exactly where we had stopped last night. Victoria standing over the sleeping Damian, her fingers brushing his hair with a tenderness that made my skin crawl. But this time the camera kept rolling.She turned to the lens, smiled straight into it, and spoke c
I was still in Damian’s lap when my phone vibrated on the nightstand. The sound cut through the quiet like a blade. We both froze.I reached for it, heart already racing. Unknown number. I showed him the screen before I answered.Damian’s eyes narrowed. “Put it on speaker.”I hit accept.A woman’s voice came through, smooth and ice-cold. “Good morning, Elena. Or should I say… good morning, sister-in-law?”Victoria.My stomach dropped. Damian’s hand tightened on my hip, hard enough to leave marks.“You watched the video,” she continued, almost conversational. “I knew your mother would keep a copy. She always was sentimental.”“How did you know we watched it?” I asked, voice steadier than I felt.A soft laugh. “Because I still own the hotel’s old security system. I get alerts when anyone accesses the original files. Clever of your mother to hide a second copy, though. I almost missed it.”Damian’s jaw was locked so tight I heard his teeth grind.Victoria’s tone turned sweet, almost play
I woke up with Damian’s arm locked around my waist like he was afraid I’d disappear in the night. The USB drive still sat on the nightstand, a small black rectangle that now felt heavier than the entire city outside our windows. Sunlight cut across the bed in sharp lines, but nothing felt bright. Everything felt burned.I turned slowly so I could see his face. His eyes were already open, staring at the ceiling like it owed him answers. The man who usually looked like he owned the world looked stripped raw this morning.“You watched it with me,” I whispered. “You saw what she did.”He didn’t speak right away. His fingers traced a slow line down my spine, not sexual, just… grounding. “I saw my own sister stand over us while we slept. I heard her call me her little brother and then try to erase you from my life like you were nothing.”His voice cracked on the last word. I pressed my palm to his chest, feeling his heart slam against my hand.“She didn’t just want the company,” I said soft







