ログインAnnaida’s voice broke into a scream, her body trembling with rage, every syllable spat like poison.“Damon got attached to your little bastards, especially her, in such a short period of time, it made me sick. I thought it would finally be over when Nic came to take those bastards back. But no — as if the universe itself mocked me, I learned you had no idea about Nic and Willy’s relationship. That was perfect for me. I twisted it. I encouraged Nic to marry you when he stood there, pathetic, telling all of us how much he adored you, how much he loved you. I wanted you chained to him, far away from Damon, so you’d never crawl back into his life again. And while Nic worshipped you, Rob gutted your company from the inside, robbed you blind, and I made every move to end you. Still, you survived. Every damn time.”She clicked her tongue, mockery dripping from her lips.“When Nic announced your engagement, when you both planned to marry after your precious project, I thought, good riddance.
Damon’s blood boiled; he couldn't believe his ears. His grandfather’s conditions, Annaida’s manipulations during those days — all of it was surfacing now, spilling from her lips like poison. His jaw locked, his teeth grinding. Alex’s grip tightened on his arm, restraining him, whispering urgently.“Not yet, D. If you move now, you will blow our cover..... the element of surprise to attack. Hold it together. Wait for Jacob's signal”Damon’s eyes were fire. His soul was a storm.Every confession Annaida spat was a dagger, but deep down, he knew Davina deserved to hear it all — the truth about her parents, the truth about the years of manipulation. Maybe, just maybe, if she heard it from Annaida’s own lips, she would understand that he had been deceived, that he had never intended to hurt her.Annaida’s voice rose, jagged and venomous, her madness spilling into every word.“You would be surprised how easy it is to convince or buy people if you have money, power and fame. You know, I paid
Annaida’s face twisted into a mask of feral rage. Davina’s words — sharp, confident, defiant — had pierced her like daggers. Humiliation burned through her veins, and in her frenzy, she ripped the gun from one of her men, her hands trembling with fury. She aimed it directly at Davina, her finger twitching on the trigger.Davina froze, her body tightening around Inara, shielding her daughter with every ounce of strength she had left. Her heart pounded, but her eyes remained locked on Annaida’s, refusing to give her the satisfaction of fear.That was the exact moment Damon witnessed.He had just reached the sixtieth floor, slipping into the shadows with Alex at his side. The sight before him was a nightmare carved into reality. His blood boiled, his vision blurred red. Every muscle in his body screamed to move, to tear through the room and slaughter every man who dared to touch her.But Alex’s grip was iron. He had to physically restrain Damon, his arms locked around him, whispering urg
Hours 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
Naina leaned forward, her hands twisting the tissue she held, impatience laced with dread. Her voice trembled, sharp yet pleading.“Shef… what do you mean it was worse after that? Where are you lost? Tell us… please.”Her words cut through the silence, desperate to pull Davina back from the hollow
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 do
Jenny moved like a shadow through the grand hall, her disguise intact, her posture timid, her eyes sharp. Every step was calculated, every glance rehearsed. She had learned to invade spaces without being noticed, to slip past prying eyes and vanish into corners where no one thought to look. Tonight
Jenny had calculated everything down to the smallest detail. With a subtle maneuver, she strategically swapped her duty from serving wine to pouring rose water and applying scent to the guests at the entrance of the hallway. It was the perfect cover — close enough to brush against the most importan







