MasukMike 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’
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 focus, steering Damon through the back entrance and into the private elevator that led to the underground parking.The doors slid shut, cutting off the noise of the gala. Silence pressed in.And then Damon straightened. He rolled his shoulders, stretched his arms, cracked his neck and knuckles with deliberate ease. A smirk tugged at his lips as if the entire spectacle had been nothing more than a performance.“So tell me, Alex… do you think it worked? Did she look affected in any way?”Alex froze, disbelief flashing across his face. His stomach twisted. He shoved Damon hard against the elevator wall, fury breaking through his composure.“What the fuck, D—”Damon laughed, the sound low and mocki
To the crowd, she looked untouchable — poised, regal, every step deliberate. But inside, she was unraveling. Her body trembled, her heart raced, and her mind was consumed by the echo of Damon’s words. His confession lingered like a curse and a plea, twisting through her chest until she could barely breathe.She couldn’t think clearly. Her thoughts were a storm, emotions colliding violently: anger, sadness, relief, confusion, irritation, longing, restlessness.Each feeling clawed at her, refusing to let go. She locked herself in one of the washrooms, shutting the door with trembling hands, desperate to escape the eyes of the world.Leaning against the counter, she stared at her reflection. Her face was pale, her eyes wide, her lips trembling. She wasn’t ready to face anyone. Worse, she couldn’t even sort through the chaos inside her. Fury burned at Damon’s audacity, but beneath it was something she hated to admit — a strange calmness. His words had felt oddly sincere, even genuine. Tha







