Mag-log inThe following day…The car rolled to a stop in the parking lot of a prominent boutique. Lila’s eyes sparkled with anticipation; she’d been drinking in the view through the window and could hardly wait to get out. But when she reached for the door handle, her hand was gently stopped.“Huh?” she murmured, glancing at Damien.He smiled, the corners of his mouth curving with quiet amusement. “Gentlemen open the door for their ladies.”A slow grin tugged at Lila’s lips as she watched him step out of the car, circle around, and open the door for her.“Thank you,” she said softly.“Shall we?” Damien asked, extending his hand toward her.“We shall,” Lila giggled, slipping her hand into his. Together, they walked toward the boutique’s entrance, the morning sunlight glinting off the glass doors.“Who taught you these things?” she asked as they strolled side by side, curiosity dancing in her tone.Damien’s lips curved into a faint smile. “I believe you don’t need to be taught to know the right t
At Silvano’s mansion, everyone in the household could tell he was delighted by his daughter’s arrival. Although he was still grieving Vladislav’s death and had promised Damien he would pay his last respects, nothing could truly conceal his joy; it was unmistakable.“Darling, I’m thinking of hosting a welcome-back party for you tomorrow night. What do you think?” Silvano asked Grace as they walked into the dining area, where an abundance of food was spread like a feast.Grace’s face lit up with excitement. “Yes, Dad. You’ll invite him too, right?”Silvano’s brows knitted. “Invite who?” he asked.“Him. What’s his name again? Damien Wolfe. Yeah, Damien Wolfe. I’d love to meet him again, Dad,” Grace said, her eyes gleaming.Silvano remained silent as he took his seat first, while Grace sat across from him at the table.Silvano remained silent as he took his seat first, while Grace settled across from him at the table.“Where is this coming from, sweetheart? Trust me, I owe the man a lot f
Lila didn’t know how long they kissed; time blurred into the soft press of lips and the slow, startling warmth that spread under her skin. When Damien finally broke away, the room felt too big, the men were gone and the silence that followed was loud enough to make her blood roar in her ears.She stumbled back a half-step, cheeks burning, eyes darting anywhere but his. “Y—you can’t just kiss me in front of them like that,” she said, voice small but shaking enough that he could hear.Damien said nothing. He closed the space between them again with a single, deliberate pace, his hand sliding to her waist. The contact was both claim and comfort; his palm was steady, anchoring her. Then he tipped her chin up with a fingertip so she couldn’t look away, his face inches from hers, his breath warm and steady.“I don’t plan to hide what I feel for you from anyone anymore,” he said, each word measured, almost ordinary and infinitely dangerous. “I want to unleash everything, and I’m ready to kil
Grace couldn’t peel her eyes away from Damien as they got out of the car one after the other and strolled into the airport, where Silvano’s jet and his men were waiting.She had been staring at Damien ever since his conversation with Lila had ended in the car, watching how his face turned cold again, as if the smile that had just softened his features had never existed.Something about that switch fascinated her. The way his warmth disappeared the moment he hung up, as if the man on the phone and the man before her were two entirely different people.She didn’t understand why it made her chest ache. Or why her heart fluttered each time her gaze stayed on him for too long.A slow smile tugged at her lips as she watched his back — the long strides, the restless pace. He wasn’t walking; he was almost running. It was like every step was pulled by something waiting for him at the other end of the world.“I want a new dress,” she said suddenly, loud enough for them all to hear.Everyone sto
Damien, Blade, and Karim finally emerged from the forest with the girl, Grace, on Karim’s back. She hadn’t stopped weeping softly the entire way.Grace never thought rescue was possible, not after watching Rafael, her supposed father, slaughter every man Silvano had sent before.But Damien had come for her like an angel carved from darkness. He’d destroyed Rafael as if the man were made of nothing.While Blade and Karim dealt with the remaining guards, Damien had dragged Rafael back to his chair, bound him tight, and ignored his frantic pleas.“T–this isn’t what you think, boss,” Rafael stammered, trembling as Damien pulled another knot taut. “I wasn’t going to hurt her. She’s my daughter, I just—I just wanted her back!”Damien didn’t look at him. His movements were organized, deliberate, as he stuffed a cloth into Rafael’s mouth and secured it with another rope. Then, wordlessly, he began laying out his knives on the table one after another. Each one gleamed under the weak lantern l
It became so difficult for Damien to breathe. His chest rose and fell in a shallow, broken rhythm as he leaned closer and saw Vladislav smiling, though his eyes were red, and his body trembled.“I’m glad we both understood what love means before we depart,” Vladislav whispered, and Damien’s throat tightened, his eyes filling with chilling red.“We didn’t start on a good foot, and of course, we were just partners,” Vladislav continued, his voice fading. “But you’re someone I could call my best friend, Wolfe. Thank you for being a good partner and a friend. It means a lot to me.”His trembling fingers lifted weakly toward Damien’s face, but Damien’s jaw only clenched harder, his silence heavy with everything he couldn’t say.“One more thing, Wolfe…” Vladislav’s voice shook. “Please tell her I’m sorry I couldn’t fulfill my promise. Tell her I love her so much and that I wish I’d met her earlier, before joining this business… maybe in the next life.”Damien didn’t answer. He just stared a







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