INICIAR SESIÓN
Five years.
Five years of biting down on pain, of clawing her way back from the brink, of forging herself anew in the fires of betrayal. Now, the time had finally arrived. The silence was over. Davina Parker was returning. She was coming back to the city that had once been her grave – the place where he had shattered her, piece by agonizing piece. Her dignity, her confidence, her very essence – all had been sacrificed on the altar of his cruelty. Every shadow in New York held a whisper of the past, a phantom limb ache of the betrayals, the humiliations, the relentless torment she had endured. It was where her soul had bled, her identity crushed beyond recognition, only to be reborn, cold and unyielding, carved from steel. But that place, the one that had ruined her, had also forged her. It had taken a girl who was soft and trusting and twisted her into an unbreakable force. The storm still raged within her, a clash between the past that haunted her and the future she was determined to seize. Fear, a ghost he had left behind, still whispered his name, a chilling reminder of the tidal wave of a past she had fought so hard to silence. But Davina was done being afraid. Done being a victim. Now, only one thing anchored her: revenge. A pure, burning, relentless need to watch him suffer in the very hell he had once tossed her into. That was the only reason she still breathed. After countless internal battles, she made her decision. New York. The Global Business Excellence Awards, followed by the glittering celebration — and the exclusive charity gala quietly sponsored by the Parker Group, a secret known only to a select few. It was the perfect stage for her unveiling. For years, the media had starved for a glimpse of her, speculating wildly about the enigmatic woman known only as Davina Parker. Especially now, after she earned the “Titan of Tomorrow” Award — the most prestigious title bestowed upon a young business leader who rose to power, fame, and influence in an impossibly short span of time. No one had seen her face. Not a single photograph. Not a single leak. She was an enigma — a whisper moving through the shadows of the business world. A few had caught glimpses of her beside Michael Nicholas Bell, the devastatingly charming Australian bachelor and one of the most powerful businessmen in the world. They’d thrown careless labels at her – his girlfriend, fiancée, mistress, even his "personal whore." The media, desperate for any scrap of information about Michelle’s intensely private life, clung to these rumors. But none of them, not a single one, knew the truth: the mysterious woman by his side, the one they whispered about, was Davina. Davina Parker. The name alone echoed through the business world like a storm, crippling egos and making empires tremble. She was crowned the most successful businesswoman in recent history, her name etched among the top ten billionaires and tycoons of the world. Yet, she remained unseen. Her anonymity only fueled the fear, the intrigue, the reverence. She was a living myth, a shadow cloaked in power. Her ruthless methods of acquisition – of seizing control, conquering rivals, toppling companies – had earned her both fierce admiration and bitter hatred. She was an unstoppable force, capable of dismantling empires with a glance, and people feared the very idea of crossing her. But behind all that steel and fire, behind the impenetrable facade, was a woman still healing. A woman who still flinched at the memory of the moment he had stripped her of her honor, character-assassinating her, vilifying her, leaving her to drown in shame in front of the world. The past clawed at her, begging to be felt, trying to crack the armor she’d spent years forging around her heart. But she wouldn't let it win. Not now. "No… No… NO." Her voice, a low tremor, cut through the quiet of the room as she spoke to her reflection. "I’m this close. His destruction is within reach. I won’t back down now. I can’t afford to be weak. Not now." She closed her eyes, the same eyes that had once drowned in despair. Slowly, deliberately, she wiped away the last remnants of weakness. She took a deep, fortifying breath and opened them again. The sadness was gone. The pain, the helplessness – vanished. In their place, a blazing fire. Pure rage. A spark that held the power to burn the world to ash. * * * * * * * * * * * * *The room was dim, the curtains drawn to keep prying eyes away. The three women sat around the polished oak table, papers scattered, laptops open, their voices low but sharp. Hours had passed as they discussed their plan for the gala, upcoming projects, and the legal maneuvers surrounding Damon’s documents. Every word carried weight; every pause was deliberate.They already had their virtual meeting with lawyers later that morning, dissecting the scandal Damon had been dragged into. Davina’s mind was relentless, turning over every angle, every loophole. She knew there was opportunity buried in his downfall, and she intended to exploit it.As they ate a late lunch, the silence was broken by the sharp beep of Naina’s phone. She glanced down, her eyes widening as she read the incoming message.“Shef…” Naina’s voice trembled with excitement.“Annaida is still unconscious. She’s mumbling incoherent things in between, then slipping back into slumber. She’s burning with fever, and her blood p
Hours earlier,The hall was alive with anticipation. Reporters shuffled their notes, photographers adjusted their lenses, and the hum of whispered speculation filled the air. Everyone knew this press meet would be monumental. Annaida Davenport, the international model crowned Miss Global Elegance, was about to speak.Annaida had prepared herself with meticulous care. She had chosen a gown that shimmered like liquid silver, her hair styled into waves that framed her face with effortless perfection. Every detail was calculated — the shade of her lipstick, the subtle sparkle of her earrings, the way her heels clicked against the marble floor. She wanted the world to see her not just as a star, but as a woman worthy of Damon Knight.Inside, her heart raced with excitement. Today, she would announce what she had always dreamed of: she was Damon’s fiancée. The title of Mrs. Knight meant everything to her. It was not just about love — it was about power, recognition, and immortality in the e
Unbeknownst to the chaos outside, Annaida entered the hall where her team had arranged the press conference. She looked ethereal, like a delicate dove draped in elegance, her beauty almost unreal under the lights. She noticed the stares, the whispers, the strange looks — but in her pride, she mistook them for envy.Envy that she was soon to be Damon Knight’s wife. With a proud smile, she walked toward the dressing room for a final touch‑up, unaware of the storm waiting to consume her.Meanwhile, the Knight mansion was in uproar. Damon’s parents had arrived early, their faces tight with embarrassment and fury. Annaida’s parents were there too, livid and humiliated. The scandal had dragged them into the spotlight, and the shame was unbearable. Guards scrambled to contain the chaos of reporters outside.Alex barged through Damon’s wing, his fury unstoppable. He shoved aside the guards Damon had posted outside, kicking one out of his way, his voice already rising with profanity.He storme
It was early morning when Naina and Jenny were jolted awake by Davina’s screams. Her voice tore through the apartment, laced with fury and panic.“What the fuck have you two done!” she yelled, pacing the room like a storm.“I told you not to drag Alex into this mess — or any top‑notch people! What have you both done? I wanted Damon off my back, and now this… this mess just cleared him. It victimized him! It shows Annaida cheated on him all this while, if people even believed they were a thing!”Her words were sharp, her hands trembling as she pulled at her hair.Davina had woken up early, restless, unable to contain her excitement after seeing Annaida’s post confirming her relationship with Damon. It had pinched her heart, yes, but she had been ecstatic too — finally, Damon would stop claiming her as his wife, stop forcing her hand.Wheels had been turning in her head, plotting how she could twist this news to her advantage. She had even planned to call her lawyers, especially after h
It was almost midnight when Annaida slipped into Damon’s room. She moved with deliberate seduction, draped in flimsy nightwear that left little to the imagination. The room was dim, lit only by the bedside lamp. Damon lay on the bed, leaning against the headboard, his forearm pressed across his forehead, eyes closed as though trying to block out the world.“Willy, don’t worry,” Annaida cooed, her voice syrupy.“I’ll handle everything. Poor Ryan… I feel so bad for him. His sexuality exposed like that. Did you know he was gay? At least now aunt and uncle can finally kick that bitch out. I’m sure those kids aren’t even Ryan’s. That cheap slut, just like her so‑called friend…”Her words dripped with venom as she reached for Damon, fingers trailing along his arm, sliding down toward his waist. She toyed with the drawstring of his sweatpants, her smile widening as though she believed she could soothe him, distract him, claim him.Damon’s jaw tightened. He tried to suppress the annoyance boi
Jenny’s voice carried through the room, sharp and animated as she spoke into her phone. Davina sat nearby, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her mind far away.A gnawing unease had taken root in her gut, one she couldn’t shake no matter how hard she tried. She told herself it was nerves, that the approaching gala was the reason for her dread. But the feeling refused to subside.Her thoughts spiraled. Every plan she had made to vanquish Damon felt flimsy now, like a child’s play compared to the monstrous power he wielded. The idea of facing the world overwhelmed her. She still feared large crowds, and at the gala every eye would be on her.Worst of all, Damon already knew she was Davina Parker. He might have already prepared his strike. What if he released those videos from five years ago — the ones that had chained her to humiliation — right there at the gala? What if he used them to control her again, to capture her in front of everyone?The fear pressed down on her chest, suffoc







