ANMELDENHours earlier, the atmosphere on the sixtieth floor of Knight Tower had already curdled into something grotesque.Annaida returned after fulfilling her end of the deal — by pleasuring and sleeping with the men, strutting back into the room clad in flimsy satin lingerie that barely reached her upper thigh. The fabric clung to her body, leaving nothing to the imagination.The men’s eyes followed her hungrily, their mouths curling into lewd grins. She basked in their attention, smug and self‑satisfied, knowing the effect she had on them.But to Davina, the sight was revolting.Davina clutched Inara tighter, covering her daughter’s eyes with trembling hands. Even though Inara was deep asleep in her arms, Davina refused to let her see the depravity unfolding. Her daughter’s fragile frame pressed into her, trembling even in sleep, as if her small body could sense the danger surrounding them. Davina's stomach churned, nausea rising as Annaida paraded herself like a queen of ruin.Two men who
The room was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional murmur. Damon sat hunched on the couch, Davina’s phone clutched in his hand like a relic. His eyes were bloodshot, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. For hours he had tried, failed, tried again. Each failed attempt was a dagger twisting deeper into his chest.Then, finally, the screen lit up.A smile — rare, dangerous, almost feral — spread across his face. The phone had unlocked. The eight‑digit password was cruel irony: their birth dates, their children’s birthdays, the day he had confessed his love in the hospital, and the day she had escaped his prison.Dates that defined their lives, their love, their destruction. Even after years, she hadn’t let go of him. That realization was both salvation and torment.Hope flickered in his chest. Maybe, just maybe, if he fought hard enough, he could bring her back. Bring them back. A family again.But the phone was more than a lifeline. It was a mirror r
Damon lay sprawled across the leather couch in the dimly lit study, his body rigid, his mind a storm. In his hand rested Davina’s phone — retrieved from the woods by one of his men.The device felt heavier than steel, as though it carried the weight of his entire world. His thumb brushed across the cracked screen, his eyes locked on the wallpaper.There she was. Davina, laughing carefree, her hair catching sunlight, holding baby Inara in her arms. Ivan and Ian clung to her, giggling, their faces radiant with innocence. It was a frozen moment of joy, a memory captured in pixels.For Damon, it was agony. His chest tightened, his breath shallow. That image was everything he wanted his life to be, and now it was slipping through his fingers.Jenny’s voice broke the silence.“Need help...... Trying to unlock her phone?”Damon didn’t answer. His jaw clenched, his eyes never leaving the screen. He ignored her, as though her words were nothing but static.Jenny stepped closer, her tone sharper
The Knight Tower loomed in the distance, its glass façade shimmering under the city lights like a fortress of steel and ambition. Damon’s empire was never truly empty; even at night, some staff moved through its corridors, maintaining the machinery of power. But Annaida knew the building inside out.Over the years, she had memorized every access point, every password, every blind spot in the surveillance system. The staff respected her, recognized her face, and never questioned her presence. That familiarity was her weapon.She drove the car toward the back gate. The automated security system scanned the vehicle’s license plate, cross‑referencing it against Knight Group’s internal database. The system flagged it as authorized. The gate slid open without hesitation. Annaida smirked. It was too easy.She parked deliberately in the management lot, a section reserved for senior executives. It wasn’t random — it was calculated. Damon would be notified that a vehicle had entered through the
“Is she dead?”That was the first thing Annaida hissed when the six‑foot‑five bald brute lumbered into the room, Davina’s unconscious body slung over his shoulder. He dropped her onto the floor with a thud. A faint whimper escaped Davina’s lips, fragile proof of life.Annaida’s eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a cruel smile.“Guess she’s alive. A slow agonising death is what is written in her fate”The bald man’s tone was blunt, demanding.“You need to pay up. We don’t work for free.”Annaida rolled her eyes, irritation flashing.“I already paid you. Did you forget?” she snapped, dismissive.But before she could wave him off, another figure stepped forward. He was even larger — six foot seven, weighing close to three hundred pounds. His bald head gleamed under the dim light, two golden teeth flashing when he spoke. Tattoos crawled up his neck, chains and rings clinking with every movement. His glare was enough to make Annaida instinctively recoil.His voice was thunder, rough and
Damon 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 along with her kids.”Damon’s jaw tightened.“Apologies for the mess," he spoke, annoyed."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 tha
“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 sc
Alex rushed forward, climbing the stage in haste. He caught Damon’s weight before the two of them could collapse, his grip firm, his expression grim. Without a word, he guided Damon away, shielding him from the crowd’s hungry eyes. The murmurs behind them swelled like a storm, but Alex kept his foc
The gala hall shimmered with golden light, violins weaving a haunting melody in the background as the crowd’s anticipation thickened. Conversations hushed when Davina appeared, her champagne‑gold silk gown with that scandalous slit revealed the curve of her thigh, the backless cut exposed her elega
The hospital corridor smelled faintly of antiseptic and tension. Nic strode in, his voice already tight with worry.“D… how’s Ryan coping? I saw the scandal. Who the hell have you messed with now? First Ryan, then you, and Ana… and how’s Ana? Did she wake up?” Nic fired the questions in quick succe







