Mag-log inANASTASIAThe smell of the arena always hit me the same way. Cold air, shaved ice, and the sharp scent of rubber pucks. Usually, it felt like home. Today, it felt like a boxing ring.My head was pounding. The heels of my shoes clicked sharply against the concrete floor of the corridor as we walked toward the ice. Every sound felt amplified.We had to be here. There was no alternative. The morning papers were already printing rumors that Damien was in critical condition at the hospital. The board was already holding private calls, trying to figure out how to strip the Black sports division away from me while Damien was supposedly down. If we stayed hidden, they won.I stopped walking just before the heavy double doors that led out to the rink.I turned to look at Damien.He looked incredibly handsome, but he looked dangerous. He had flatly refused the medical sling the doctors tried to force him into. Instead, he had his heavily bandaged right shoulder hidden underneath a long, expensi
DAMIENMy vision blurred at the edges as Anastasia guided me back into the private hospital room. The brief spike of adrenaline that had carried me down to the conference room was entirely gone, replaced by a dull, throbbing ache in my chest that made every breath feel heavy."Sit down. Slowly," Anastasia ordered, her hands trembling against my waist as she helped me ease back onto the edge of the mattress.I let out a rough groan, my left hand instantly moving to grip my chest. The skin beneath the bandages felt hot, the physical strain of the confrontation testing the limits of my medication."You are insane," she whispered, her voice cracking as she stood over me. Her eyes scanned the fresh seep of crimson staining the edge of the clean gauze near my collarbone. "You could have torn the stitches. Your heart—""My heart is fine," I rasped, grabbing her wrist with my uninjured hand before she could step away to call a nurse. "Sit."She looked down at my hand, then up at my face, her
ANASTASIA The smell of hospital floor wax was giving me a headache.I gently slipped out from under Damien’s heavy, protective arm, making sure to prop his bad shoulder up with a pillow so he wouldn’t jar it in his sleep. His brow furrowed the second the warmth of my body left his side, but he didn't wake up. The sedatives the doctors had slipped into his IV were finally doing their job.I smoothed down the front of my wrinkled emerald gala dress, my chest tight with a cold, rising anger.I couldn't just sit here in this sterile room and watch his heart monitor beep while our empire crumbled."Stay with him," I whispered to the two security guards standing right outside our door. "No one enters. Not even the nurses, unless you verify their badges first.""Yes, ma'am. We’ve got him," the lead guard nodded.I walked down the long, quiet corridor of the VIP wing toward the hospital's private conference room. Claire, my assistant, had texted me ten minutes ago. The board members of the B
DAMIENMy shoulder felt like it was on fire. Every tiny movement sent a sharp, white-hot line of pain straight down my spine. I looked down at the side of my bed.Anastasia was asleep. Her head was resting on her folded arms right against my thigh. Her face looked pale under the dim, blueish light of the hospital monitors, and there were dark circles under her eyes. She was still wearing the emerald silk dress from the gala, but it was wrinkled now. Covered in dust.Covered in my blood. The sight of her looking so exhausted, so small, made something raw and violent twist in my chest.She had almost been ruined tonight. If I had been a second slower, if my hand hadn't reached her in time, that acid would have touched her skin.Just the thought of it made my heart monitor speed up. The rapid beep-beep-beep echoed in the quiet room.I reached my left hand out, my fingers trembling slightly as I brushed a strand of dark hair away from her face. Her skin was so soft. So clean.She stirred,
ANASTASIA My ears were ringing. The sound of Serena’s screaming was high and loud, but it felt like it was happening miles away. Security guards slammed her into the hardwood floor. Her purse slid across the room, spilling makeup and keys.I was looking at Damien He was on one knee on the floor right in front of me, his breathing heavy and ragged. The back of his custom black suit jacket was ruined. The fabric was literally melting away, smoking slightly where the liquid had hit him."Damien," I choked out, my voice barely a whisper. "Damien, look at me."He didn't move for a second. His fingers were dug deep into the expensive carpet, his knuckles completely white.His dark eyes locked onto mine. Before I could say another word, his large hand reached out and gripped my jaw. His thumb pressed hard into my skin, forcing me to look straight up at him."Are you hit?" he demanded. His voice was low, rough, and shaking."I’m fine," I said, my hands reaching up to grab his wrists. "I'm fi
ANASTASIA The world fell apart in seconds. By midday, the Moretti Group’s stocks were crashing hard. Every screen in the office showed bright red lines pointing straight down. On the TV screens in the lobby, the news anchors played our leaked audio on repeat. Every private, raw word Damien and I had gasped out in our most desperate moment was now public property.The doors of the executive floor flew open. Marcus, the lead board member, stormed out first. His face was bright red, his fists clenched as he marched straight toward us in the corridor. Behind him, five other board members followed like a pack of wolves."This is pure incompetence!" Marcus shouted, his voice echoing off the glass walls."You have ruined the entire firm, Damien! The shareholders are in a total panic. We are calling an emergency meeting right now to strip you of your power and freeze the inheritance shares!"I felt a cold spike of fear hit my chest. I shrank back a step, my hand trembling.But Damien did no
Anastasia I stared blankly at the divorce papers for a long time after signing them.The papers rested limply in my hands while silence swallowed the hospital room whole. My chest still hurt unbearably, but strangely enough, I couldn't cry anymore.It was as though I had exhausted every tear insid
Anastasia “What?” The word barely left my lips.I stared at Rosalie in complete disbelief, my mind struggling to process what I had just heard.You snatched Brandon from me.“What are you talking about?” I asked again, my voice shaking slightly.Rosalie scoffed softly like she found my confusion a
Anastasia Pain was the first thing I felt when my consciousness slowly returned.A sharp, unbearable pain that seemed to spread through every inch of my body.My head throbbed heavily, like someone had split it open, while a dull ache pulsed violently through my stomach.A weak groan escaped my li
Anastasia My knees hit the tiled floor before I even realized what was going on.The sound of Brandon kissing Rosalie rang in my head as my fingers dug into the cold ground beneath me.No.No, this couldn't be happening.I stared at them from behind the pillar with blurry eyes, my entire body trem







