LOGINThe 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
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
He stood like a king in exile, commanding the room with nothing but presence. His suit was black, glittering under the lights — not his usual formal armor, but something younger, sexier, almost playful. He looked like a guy in his — early twenties — a man you could break millions of hearts — all
The next morning, when I opened my eyes, the weight of the night before still pressed heavily against my chest. My body felt fragile, my mind restless, and yet there was a strange clarity in the fog of despair. With trembling hands, I reached for my phone, my fingers shaking as though the device it
PASTShefali’s POVAs Jacob instructed, I followed the plan like clockwork. I dressed for university in a long pleated skirt and a sleeveless crop top, pairing it with my usual jacket and a scarf that I draped loosely around my neck. I looked like myself — the version of me that everyone expected t
Damon sat on the living room couch like a king, one leg crossed over the other, his posture radiating authority. His expression was carved from stone, his eyes burning with fury. He looked every bit the predator, waiting for his prey to stumble closer.“D!” The name tore from my throat, a ragged gas







