เข้าสู่ระบบIn a frantic state, Davina grabbed her car keys, ignoring Jenny’s questions, ignoring Naina’s worried gaze. She rushed outside, her movements erratic, her breath shallow. She needed to see Damon. She needed answers. She needed to demand why he had done this, why and how he had bound her to him even in his absence.She had prepared herself for war, even for her own destruction. But this? This was something else entirely. A trap disguised as triumph. A victory that felt like chains.The way things were unraveling terrified her — not just because of Damon’s cunning, but because she realized she had underestimated him. He had anticipated every move. And now, even stripped of his title, he had ensured she was tethered to him.Davina’s hands shook on the steering wheel as she drove. Her mind was a storm of fear, confusion, and dread.As Davina reached the place where Damon was kept, her steps were sharp, her breath uneven. Luke moved to follow, but she gestured firmly for him to leave. He p
Hours dragged by like centuries as Jenny and Shefali sat in the dimly lit apartment, waiting for Naina to return. The silence was heavy, punctuated only by Davina’s restless pacing. She was frantic, on edge, her nerves raw.Every sound made her jump, every shadow seemed to stretch too long. Jenny, meanwhile, was confused and uncertain, her mind spinning with questions she dared not voice.Davina’s paranoia gnawed at her. She picked up her phone, dialing her grandfather. She wanted answers — about the Parker–Knight feud, about the whispers that even media houses seemed to know, about the history that had been buried but still haunted her.More than that, she wanted to hear her babies’ voices, to reassure herself they were safe. Damon’s looming presence had awakened a primal fear in her, a terror that he might reach across oceans and snatch them away.But the call didn’t connect. The line went dead.Her stomach twisted violently.Panic surged.She tried again, but the same hollow silenc
Mike was waiting impatiently, his posture restless, his voice sharp as he snapped at Jenny. He was pacing, his frustration palpable, his tone rising with every word.Davina froze in the doorway, her heart pounding. She knew this confrontation was inevitable. She knew she had explanations to give — about Damon, about the chaos she had dragged them all into.But as Mike turned, his eyes locking onto hers, she realized she wasn’t ready.Not for his questions.Not for his anger.Not for the truth.Davina muttered a flimsy excuse and rushed inside, her voice barely audible, her movements frantic. She felt like a coward, ducking away from the confrontation she knew was inevitable.How could she explain everything to Mike?How could she tell him that only hours ago she had tortured, chained, and carved into the man who had publicly declared himself her husband?The thought alone made her stomach twist.Yesterday, Damon had stood before the world, affectionate, claiming her openly.Mike had s
Davina’s body began to tremble, panic overwhelming her rationality. She hadn’t meant to kill him — only to rattle him, to prove she could hurt him. But now, seeing Damon unconscious, his breaths shallow and ragged, terror clawed at her chest. She didn’t want his blood on her hands, yet she was drenched in it, her skin slick and crimson. Her fingers shook so violently she couldn’t even unlock her phone screen.The sight of herself — soaked in his blood — pulled something primal from inside her. Her stomach lurched, and she vomited, retching until nothing was left. Gasping, she stumbled to the sink, frantically scrubbing her hands, but the stains clung stubbornly, refusing to fade. Her screams echoed off the walls, raw and unhinged.Luke, stationed nearby, rushed in at the sound, fearing Damon had somehow broken free. Instead, he froze at the sight: Davina, wild-eyed, scrubbing her hands like a maniac, while Damon bled out on the floor, barely breathing.Luke’s face blanched. He fumbled
“Wakey, wakey, Mr. Knight…”The voice was icy, mock‑sweet, slicing through Damon’s skull like glass. He stirred, his head pounding, forehead sticky with dried blood, and sweat dripping. His arms were bound above him, his feet dangling, body stripped down to nothing but black boxers. Every muscle screamed in agony, but he wore indifference like armor, forcing his eyes open.And there she was.Davina.The face he could watch endlessly, even now, when she was the one who orchestrated this brutal torment.A gleam of satisfaction flickered in her eyes as she took in his helpless state. It unsettled her too making her wonder — what kind of person was she becoming, reveling in someone's misery and pain?But then Damon Knight wasn't just someone. His perpetual arrogance, his refusal to show remorse, had driven her here. He always seemed to have the upper hand, and tonight she was determined to flip the script.“Finally awake, Mr. Knight… or should I say, dear hubby?” Her tone dripped with sac
Continuation“Mike…”Davina hesitated, her voice trembling as she drew in a deep breath. Before she could continue, Michael reached for her hand. His head lowered, his expression unexpectedly guilty.“Davi, I’m really sorry I couldn’t be there with you at the award ceremony. How did you handle the media? Were you okay? Please forgive me… I was caught up planning your surprise.... The meeting, I mean. Bythe way, how was it? I didn't get a chance to know what happened.""Damn it, I shouldn’t have blurted that out.” He mumbled, his fingers raked through his hair in frustration, the confession spilling out before he could stop himself.He had told her he’d flown to Auckland for an urgent business meeting, but now, in his panic and regret, the truth slipped free.Davina blinked, startled.“Mike, relax… what surprise? And why are you apologizing? It’s okay, everything was—” She faltered, her voice tightening.“Wait… you didn’t see the online articles? You don’t know what happened?”Michael’







