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
TargetedDamian’s POVThe ringing in my ears hadn’t stopped.Even after the shot, the screams, and the broken glass, there was only the dull thrum of adrenaline coursing through my body.I stayed low as before, one arm wrapped tight around Eliot’s shoulders, my other hand pressed to the floor now as if I could hold us both down. His body was rigid under mine with his breath shallow but steady.But I felt the tension in him like a pulse.The sounds of chaos had slowed down around us. Someone kept yelling at everyone to calm down. Then there was silence again.No more shots.The guards at the building rushed in, armed and ready. Their voices were clear and authoritative. People who had been hiding behind pillars and chairs slowly stood up, as if they weren't sure if they were going to safety or getting shot again."Everyone stay calm!" came the voice of a guard. The area is being secured!"Another cop walked right up to us. He had a square jaw and a clean black uniform. "Are you
The RejectionEliot’s POVI didn’t sleep. Not because I wasn't sleepy, but I couldn’t.The silence in the holding cell wasn’t peaceful; it was thick and pressed against my skin like the walls were closing in on me.My fingers itched from the cold. I rubbed them together slowly, trying to get rid of the sting in my knuckles. I hadn’t eaten anything either. I had lost my appetite.Because I knew she would come back.The envelope was sitting on the far side of the bench, unopened. Its white surface was dirty with dust, which could have been caused by hesitation. I hadn't opened it yet. I didn't have to. Because I already knew what was inside.I had already seen the contract once before. Vera’s terms were simple: her money in exchange for my silence. Her protection in exchange for my disappearance and leaving everything behind. Her leash in exchange for my freedom.But I also knew what signing it would mean.Damian would be alone again.And the words she left behind last night hadn’t