MasukDamon reached the upper floor, his steps heavy, his mind a storm of fury and calculation. Michael was waiting along with others, his expression taut.“I thought you’d be covered in blood when we heard the screams,” Michael said quietly.“That’s why I didn’t let the boys come out. Eva kept them occupied with her kids.”Damon’s jaw tightened.“Apologies for the mess. I’ll check on the boys. By the time I’m back, be ready with all the updates.”He spoke in general and walked toward the children’s room. The moment his little boys saw him, they rushed forward, clinging to his legs, their small arms wrapping around him.“Dada… where’s Mumma? And Inu baby? Dadda…” Their voices cracked, tears spilling down their cheeks.It took time — too much time — for Damon to calm them, to convince them that he would find their baby sister, that their mother would return. Their trust was absolute, their faith unshaken. Damon vowed silently, fiercely, that he would stand up to that trust. He would bring hi
Davina had lost all sense of time. Each step felt heavier than the last, her feet raw and bleeding, her throat scratchy and parched. Every muscle screamed in agony, her body pushed far beyond its limits. Her face was sticky with tears, the salt burning her skin.The darkness of the night pressed down on her, suffocating, and every sound in the wilderness seemed amplified, monstrous.The forest was alive with noises that clawed at her sanity. The shrill chirping of crickets rose and fell like waves. Owls hooted from unseen branches, their calls echoing like warnings. Somewhere in the distance, jackals howled, their voices sharp and predatory.The rustle of leaves hinted at unseen creatures slithering or crawling. Frogs croaked in the damp undergrowth, and bats screeched overhead, their wings slicing through the night air. Every sound was a reminder that she was alone, vulnerable, and hunted.But the torment didn’t end there. Her bleeding feet left a trail, and the metallic scent of blo
******Chapter contains brutal violence*******The basement vibrated with urgency. Torture echoed from Rob’s cell, his screams mingling with the scuttling of mice.Upstairs, Jenny’s fingers flew across the keyboard, tracking signals, triangulating coordinates. Naina’s trembling hands clutched her phone, relaying updates from the search teams. Jacob had joined them, sitting beside Jenny, helping her while working on his task, determined to find Davina.Damon stood in the center of it all, his heart pounding, his mind a battlefield of rage and fear. He was a man on the edge — torn between violence and strategy, between vengeance and desperation.And beneath it all, one thought pulsed like a drumbeat:Find her. Save her. Or burn the world down trying.Every second felt like a blade against Damon’s throat.He inhaled sharply as he reached the cell. Alex had already ordered the men to clear out the mice and spiders, but the stench of rot lingered.Rob noticed Damon standing outside. His h
******Chapter contains brutal violence*******With a newfound determination, Damon strode toward the living room, his mind set on forming a plan. But the moment he crossed the threshold, the atmosphere hit him like a wall. There was no shouting, no chaos — yet the air was charged, heavy, suffocating. Something was terribly wrong, he could tell.His heartbeat spiked, constricting in his chest. He couldn’t place it, but instinct screamed at him. He prayed his daughter was safe, that Davina was okay, that Rob’s venom hadn’t unravelled her the way it had driven him into madness.Jenny sat rigid on the couch, typing furiously, her face pale but determined. Beside her, Naina stood with her phone, her fingers trembling, sweat beading on her forehead, her focus slipping. Damon’s eyes narrowed. Just one glance told him the truth — something was off.“Did you find something?” His voice was deceptively calm, hiding the fear clawing at him.Neither woman answered. Jenny’s hands froze over the key
Damon walked upstairs, his body drenched in blood, the stench of smoke, sweat, and iron clinging to him like a second skin. The sight was something out of a demonic exorcism, a nightmare dragged into reality. His presence alone made everyone in the room stiffen; throats tightened, gulps echoed in the silence.His eyes scanned the room, sharp and restless, searching for Michael or his children. Not finding them there gave him a fleeting breath of relief.As Damon tried to walk towards his room, Ryan spoke, stopping him in his tracks. His voice broke the silence, venomous and bitter.“If you’re looking for that thankless bitch, she ran away when she couldn’t face the bitter truth.”But Damon’s furious glare cut him down instantly. Ryan’s tone faltered, his bravado crumbling into a mumbled apology.“Lii is downstairs. Talking with Rob,” Damon said flatly, his voice carrying the weight of exhaustion and menace.Alex scoffed, his words dripping with mockery.“Is he even alive to talk?”Eva
Davina gave him a moment to compose himself, then asked the question that haunted her.“Where is she?”Rob snorted, even in his broken state, smugness dripping from his voice.“Who?”His eyes flicked to his bandaged stumps where his fingers had been, his jaw clenched.“Your precious little daughter? Or Anna? I genuinely hope she dies.”Davina’s stomach twisted.Rob sneered.“Come on, Davi. This isn’t about you. It’s about him. He loves her, so I want her gone. You can have more kids. We don't need little demons walking on the surface of earth who carry his blood in them."Davina gulped at his words, but he spoke unbothered by how they affected her."Look what he did to me… to you. He destroyed both of us. I genuinely liked you. I only wanted to scare you off, make sure you stayed away from him. But…”Davina’s voice cracked, desperation spilling out.“Rob, please… my daughter’s just a baby. Spare her life. I’ll help you escape. I’ll give you money, a new life. Just tell me where she is
The marble halls of the Knight Mansion echoed with the faint squeak of wheels as Damon was moved slowly toward his room, his figure slouched in the wheelchair yet radiating authority. The nurse pushed him forward, her steps cautious, while Alex trailed behind, his voice edged with concern.“D… are
Naina’s voice was steady, but her words landed like a thunderclap.“Eva and Ryan… they have a son. A seven‑year‑old boy. So now you know why she left you, why she never stood for you.”Davina froze, her breath catching in her throat. Shock was too small a word for what she felt. Her heart slammed a
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, painting the room in muted gold. Davina lay sound asleep, her breathing steady, her face finally free of the tension that had haunted her through the night. After hours of pouring out her pain, her vulnerabilities, and the trauma she had carri
Davina began, “Well… as for Eva,” her voice trembling with a mix of doubt and exhaustion,“I have the same questions. I remember Damon used to insist I should at least hear her out during those two years… but I never gave her that chance. Maybe she had her reasons for not standing by me. Maybe she







