The CollapseLila's POVI stepped out of the bathroom because I could hear some whispers. At first, I didn't move. As I listened again, the words that weren't meant for me made my heart pound harder in my chest.I turned sharply, the cold pregnancy test still clutched in my hand.My girlfriend stood by the window with her back to me and her phone close to her ear. Even though the blinds were closed, the dim light from the hallway made her silhouette stand out more, like something was broken.She didn’t know I was at her back.Not yet.“Who are you talking to?” I asked, voice low, too calm for what I felt bubbling under my skin.She jumped before turning towards me. Her eyes widened, but she recovered fast—too fast. She hung up the phone with a shaking hand and faked a smile that didn't show in her eyes.“Lila, it’s… it’s not what you think.”I stared at her, at the way her hands trembled slightly before she tucked them behind her back. My grip tightened around the test until the pla
The Secret ClauseDamian's POVI stood frozen in my father’s study, the air was thick with the smell of leather and old paper, and there was a kind of silence that doesn't settle; it waits. Each wall here stared at me, and every corner whispered secrets. My gaze still locked on the drawer labeled Inheritance Protocol with letters written in my dad's strict handwriting. It felt like a warning, a challenge, a line drawn in legal ink.My fingers hovered over the brass handle. A rush of heat spread across my face and my heart beat fast against my temples like a drum of fear and need. I tried to pull the drawer out again. Locked. My jaw tensed up. Of course it was. Maxwell Vale never made anything easy. He didn’t believe in access without permission. I presses my palm flat on the surface, and took a step back, sweeping the room with my eyes, looking for anything out of ordinary: anything that might indicate where the key was.The door creaked open behind me, and my spine stiffened.“Mr. Da
The Fall of a GiantDamian's POVMy voice cracked as I turned toward the study door, panic clawing its way out of my chest. “Help! Someone! Please!”My father's body was still on the floor of his study. His hand moved once and then stopped. His normally calm and tight-lipped face was twisted in pain. His eyes were rolling back a little, and his lips were parted as if he had been interrupted in the middle of a statement. A man like Maxwell Vale never looked weak. Not until now.My heart was beating so fast that I could hardly hear myself. I struggled to open the screen on my phone as my fingers slid across it. I finally got through to the emergency services and yelled out our address and what was going on with a voice that didn't sound like mine.“Someone just collapsed,” I said breathlessly. “He’s not breathing right. You have to hurry.”Even though the call was over, my ears kept ringing. I could hear footsteps behind me. The maids came and stood at the door, their faces pale w
When a Father Betrays His SonDamian's POV"So that’s what this is about?" I snapped, my voice slicing through the tension that had built up in the room like fog. "You wanted to change me into some version my father could like? You mean that's what this whole show was all about, right, Aaron?"I could tell Aaron was feeling guilty because he had a tight mouth and narrowed eyes as he stood across from me. Even though the windows were wide open, the room was very hot. Eliot stood off to the side and watched in silence, like a man getting ready for an explosion.Aaron defensively crossed his arms. "You think I was trying to trick you?" Towards your dad? Do you really think that's what this was all about?""Don’t act like you’re not guilty of what you did," I spat, stepping forward. My hands trembled at my sides, not out of fear but fury. "You knew how broken that relationship was, and you used it for your own good. You used me.”Something flashed behind his eyes for a moment. Shame or
The Breaking PointDamian’s POVEven though the windows were closed, it felt cold inside. My knuckles were still clenched from what I had just walked in on: Aaron, in my apartment, his hand on Eliot’s shoulder, whispering something low and venomous at that. Eliot’s face had turned pale. His lips pressed into a tight line,his hands shaking at his side.Leo took a step forward as Lila slowly got up from the couch. It was hard to read her face. "Damian? "What happened? We were worried when you guys didn't come back in time.”I didn't say anything right away. The words were too hard for me to say. I looked at them first, then at Eliot. “Aaron was here," I finally said. "I caught him threatening Eliot. He doesn't look like he is bluffing.”Lila's eyes got smaller. She couldn't help but curl her fingers into the bottom of her blouse. Leo looked between us, eyes searching Eliot's face. "He had the nerve to show up here?”Eliot rubbed the back of his neck, and every action was tense.
Twisted TiesDamian’s POVThere was less air in my lungs that morning, making me feel like I had been breathing smoke instead of oxygen.It wasn't just about yesterday's incidents at the courthouse or the fact that Eliot slept so little that night, curled up on the couch's edge as if he didn't want to take up any space. It was the silence. Too still and loaded. It felt like something would break when I stopped pretending like everything was fine.I sat on the arm of the couch, with a warm cup of coffee untouched in my hands. The sun lit up through the half-closed blinds, cutting soft lines of gold across Eliot’s pale face. He was staring blankly at the ceiling, his shoulders pulled tight under the hoodie he wore, my hoodie.He hadn't talked much since what happened in the courthouse.I hadn't either.But the silence between us didn't help now. It was deafening.I slowly let out a breath and put the mug down on the table. "Eliot." He slowly turned his head toward me, but his eyes w