LOGINThe drive to the hospital was long and heavy, each passing streetlight flickering against Davina’s tear‑streaked face.No matter how she tried, Ryan’s words kept echoing in her mind like shards of glass, cutting deeper with every breath. Thankless. Curse. Evil omen. The cruelty of it all left her hollow.Was that how everyone saw her — a woman who destroyed everything she touched?Her hands trembled as she clenched the phone, trying to steady the storm inside her. But the effort was futile — until a sound cut through the chaos, fragile yet powerful: the laughter of her children.Inara’s giggle, the boys’ playful bickering over who had drawn the better card for their father, the tiny bouquet Inara had made from wildflowers — all of it washed away the poison of Ryan’s words. Their innocence was her salvation. She wiped her tears, forcing a smile as the hospital gates came into view.Michael was waiting at the entrance, his expression softening when he saw her. She looked fragile — banda
The morning light spilled through the towering glass windows of their bedroom, pale and cold against the polished floor. Davina stood near the glass, as though she were fading into the world outside.Hospitals were places she despised — too many memories, too much pain — so she had chosen instead to wait here, in Damon’s vast home, a place she had once called her own.Now it's silence pressed heavier than any sterile ward, the floor‑to‑ceiling glass windows reflecting her ghostlike figure back at her, reminding her of everything she had lost and everything she still feared.Three days had passed since Damon’s surgery. Three days of endless quiet. Three days of watching the sun rise and fall, waiting for a heartbeat strong enough to promise survival.Jenny’s voice broke the stillness.“Are you sure, Shifu? You’ve barely recovered. The doctors said you needed at least a week of rest.”Davina turned, her expression calm but her eyes hollow.“No matter what you say, you can’t convince me
Alex’s heart thundered in his chest as he sped through the city, the car slicing through traffic like a blade. His knuckles whitened against the steering wheel, his breath shallow, his mind screaming at him to go faster.Every second felt like a lifetime. Behind him, Damon lay sprawled across the seat, his body drenched in blood, his breaths shallow, his skin ghostly pale. Davina clung to him, her clothes soaked crimson, her tears falling like rain. Inara whimpered softly, her tiny voice trembling, her wide eyes locked on her father’s fading face.Jacob had stayed behind, forced to deal with the aftermath — clearing bodies, coordinating teams, ensuring no trace of the massacre remained.But Alex’s focus was singular: get Damon to Trinity Hospital. He broke every traffic rule, weaving through cars, the siren of his own heartbeat louder than the horns around him. Fifteen minutes felt like eternity.Trinity Hospital loomed ahead — the Knight Group’s pride, Damon’s own empire. Yet tonight
By the time Davina attempted her fifth cut, Damon couldn’t bear it anymore. Blood poured from her wounds, her body trembling, her face deathly pale. His heart clenched, his fury trembled, but his soul shattered at the sight of her suffering.Inara’s wide eyes locked on her mother. For a child, watching her mother bleed so profusely was unbearable. Her tiny voice rose into a piercing wail, loud enough to shake the room, loud enough to annoy Annaida.The child thrashed violently in Annaida’s arms, her small nails scratching against Annaida’s skin, deepening the cut on her own neck. But that thrash — that desperate struggle — created the opening Jacob and Alex had been waiting for.Jacob’s gun cracked, the bullet tearing into the back of Annaida’s right knee. She screamed, her body buckling, forced to bend. In the same breath, Alex’s dart flew, striking her shoulder, while hoping the sedative would already be coursing through her veins they walked towards her.Damon seized the moment. Hi
Annaida’s move was reckless — the desperation of a woman who had lost everything. Her madness drove her forward, her scream raw and guttural as she charged at Davina, her eyes wild with obsession. She lunged, aiming to shove Davina and Inara over the railing, to end them in one final act of twisted triumph.But Davina was quick. She slid away, her body fueled by instinct and terror. At that exact moment, Damon’s dagger flew through the air, spinning like a streak of vengeance. It pierced Annaida’s lower back, sinking deep. Her scream tore through the chaos, shrill and agonized.Yet even wounded, Annaida lashed out. Her boot slammed into Davina’s calf — the same leg already bleeding — and Davina staggered, pain shooting through her body. In that split second, Annaida snatched Inara from her arms.It all happened too fast. Damon’s chest heaved, Davina’s eyes widened, both frozen in horror.Annaida ripped the dagger from her back, blood dripping down her spine, and pressed the blade agai
The Davina who feared, who trembled, who prayed for mercy — was gone.In her place rose a woman forged in agony, burning with vengeance. Her heartbreak transformed into fury, her sorrow into hatred. Every tear she had shed, every scream she had swallowed, every humiliation she had endured — all of it coalesced into a single, unbreakable resolve.She lifted her head, her eyes blazing. Her eyes locked on Damon standing afar, hidden in the shadows, his body taut, his fists clenched, his eyes locked on her. She knew he had heard it all.Every confession.Every crime.Every monstrous truth Annaida had vomited into the air.Their gazes met for a fleeting second. Damon’s eyes were wide, his face pale, his chest heaving. Shock rippled through him. His grandfather was poisoned. The woman he loved was taken from him, her parents were murdered, and he was blamed for it. His children were nearly slaughtered. Every thread of his life twisted, knotted, and strangled by Annaida’s madness.Davina’s li
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
Davina’s eyes glistened as she continued."Once we reached Australia, I was far from being in the right state of mind. I moved through those days like a living corpse, obeying instructions without thought, simply existing rather than living. My grandpa, seeing how fragile I was, introduced me to hi







