“Mia… Please…” He whispered, taking a step forward but almost immediately, she took a step back, her gaze filled with determination. “You don't get to call me that anymore. It's Ms. Carter now. Watch your company, Damien… Things could go awfully wrong, hm?” She smirked at him. Two years ago, Milena Carter received the biggest disappointment of her life. Scorned and looked down on, she leaves in search of a name for herself and now, she's back… The man who once tossed her aside like she meant nothing? He'll pay. The world that mocked her? She’ll own it. And the child he never knew existed? Mia will protect her son at all costs—even if it means signing a contract with the devil himself. Because fate has a cruel sense of humor, and the one man she swore never to forgive is now the only one who may hold the key to her future once more. But this time? This time, she'll be the one leaving scars.
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I expected a lot of things when I came home early. My husband in bed with my sister wasn’t one of them. I should have knocked. I wish I had. It was too late. I was already in. My lips were parted in a silent ‘o’ as I stared at my husband and my sister in bed, their bodies tangled under the sheets. You would think that they would scramble up to cover their shame but they just stared at me lazily from where I stood at the door. I came home earlier than expected. Why wouldn't I have? I had news to share… but now, I stood rooted to the spot, my vision blurring with tears. “Damien?” My voice cracked as I stepped inside the room, my legs buckling with each step. My ‘husband’ groaned and sat up, the look in his eyes telling me everything I needed to knowㅡ I wasn't welcome hereㅡ. “Yes Milena?” He sounded bored, it was almost as if we were talking about the weather. My sister simply tipped her head back against the pillow, watching me with a small smirk on her face, her fingers clutching the sheets around her body. “Sienna?” I looked at her, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. No. Please. This had to be a mistake. They wouldn't do this to me. “Yeah?” The sound of her voice brought me back to reality. “You should have knocked” She rolled her eyes at me and sat up on the bed, grabbing a shirt from the floor before she struggled to drape it over her half naked form. My eyes widened as her words registered. Was she being serious right now? “Excuse me?” My voice went a tad higher as I stepped forward. “This is my husband's house!” Damien stood up from the bed methodically, his fingers working on his belt buckle to fasten it and it took all my willpower to keep my gaze fixed on his face. I couldn't afford to look any lower or I feared I would burst into tears. “Correct, Milena. Your husband's house. Not yours” Milena. Not Mia. Not Lena. Just Milena. The realization hit me like a pail of freezing water. “I'm your wife” I took a step towards him, the look in my eyes nothing short of pleading, begging him to remember that we were married, that he loved me but the icy look in his eyes didn't falter. He looked over at Sienna who was pulling up her hair in a bun casually then he looked back at me, his voice lowering as an amused smile curved his lips. “Surely…” he leaned closer, his lips just right by my ear, his breath tickling my skin and I shut my eyes, choking back a sob. “... You didn't think I would keep you, did you, Milena? You think I want a barren woman?” His words were filled with spite and each word felt like a dagger through my heart. His words hurt. Out of everyone who scorned me for being unable to birth a child after three years of marriage to Damien Hale who was the most successful man in New York, I never expected that man who would hold me at night while I cried, would ever say such a thing to me. It wasn't something I chose. I wanted to have a kid also. If he wouㅡ “Ugh, can you just leave? Also pack your bags, you're not needed here” Sienne groaned, getting up from the bed and shamelessly walking over to me. I looked between both of them and my heart deflated at the malicious look in my older sister's eyes and the look of contempt in my husband's eyes. “I'm still your wife” I pointed out through gritted teeth, my fingers clutching my purse tightly. Damien sighed and reached for his bedside table where he grabbed a piece of paper from before he tossed it at me. “Sign it” he ordered closely. My gaze flickered over the paper and I blinked back hot tears. Divorce papers? I looked back at him, my heart feeling like it had been ripped out and stomped on. “Are you serious?” I whispered, disbelief evident in my voice. This wasn’t happening. This had to be some kind of twisted nightmare. I lifted my gaze to Damien, searching his face for something—anything—that would tell me this was a mistake, that he didn’t mean it. But all I found was boredom. Indifference. “Sign it, Milena,” he repeated, his voice void of emotion. My throat tightened. “Damien, please…” My voice cracked, the plea slipping out before I could stop it. “I don’t have anywhere to go.” Sienna scoffed loudly, rolling her eyes. “Not my problem.” I clenched my fists. Not her problem? She was my sister. I had spent years protecting her, standing up for her, loving her… and now? Now she stood beside my husband, smirking down at me like I was nothing. I shook my head. “Damien, we can work through this. Please, I—” The sharp sting burned across my cheek before I even registered what had happened. My head snapped to the side, my skin instantly throbbing where Sienna had slapped me. My lips parted in shock as I lifted a trembling hand to my cheek. “You… you hit me?” Sienna rolled her eyes. “You talk too much.” I barely had time to process her words before she shoved me backward. I stumbled, catching myself just before I hit the floor. Damien sighed impatiently. “Enough, Sienna.” He made no move to stop her though. Sienna pouted, turning to face him. “Oh, come on. You’ve wanted to get rid of her for years. Just sign the damn papers and be done with it.” I felt my breath hitch. For years? I looked at Damien, desperation clawing at my throat and I struggled to swallow back the bile working up my throat. “Is that true?” My voice was barely a whisper. He didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.” That was the final blow. I swallowed the sob rising in my throat. My hands trembled as I gripped the divorce papers. I didn’t want to sign them. I didn’t want to give up everything I had worked for in this house. But what choice did I have? “You're pathetic. No one wants you” Sienna spat. Damien didn’t correct her. He didn’t argue. He just… stood there, silent. Sienna smiled, enjoying my suffering. “Oh, and one more thing.” She leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. “I’m pregnant.” I froze and I turned to Damien, my lips trembling. “She’s lying.” My words held no conviction whatsoever. But Damien didn’t deny it. His hand went to Sienna’s waist, pulling her closer. “She’s not.” My entire body went numb. Pregnant. My sister was pregnant with my husband’s child. I choked back the bile rising in my throat. This can’t be real. Sienna laughed. “Oh, dear sister.” She placed a hand on her stomach mockingly. “You were never woman enough to give Damien a child. But don’t worry, I’m more than capable.” Tears burned my eyes. My knees felt weak. I clutched my purse tighter, my nails digging into the leather. Tears streamed down my face relentlessly and I didn't bother to stop them. Damien exhaled loudly. “Sign the papers and leave, Milena. You’re no longer welcome in this family.” Fuck them. FㅡI swallowed the lump in my throat and signed the papers. The moment the pen lifted from the paper, Sienna ripped it from my hands. “Finally.” She turned to Damien, grinning. “Now that that’s over, can we get rid of her?” Damien didn’t even look at me. “Do whatever you want.” Sienna smirked. “Gladly.” Without warning, she shoved me hard. I stumbled backward, my heels slipping against the polished floor. I crashed onto the marble floor, pain jolting through my body and I instantly groaned in pain. Before I could recover, Sienna grabbed me by my dress and yanked me toward the door. “Sienna, stop!” I cried, struggling in her grasp. But she was relentless. She wrenched open the front door and threw me outside. I stumbled, my body hitting the cold pavement. Pain rushed through me but the worst part was it wasn't physical. It was the realization that I had nothing left. I pushed myself up on trembling hands, my chest heaving. My sister stood in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes filled with triumph. “You’ve lost everything, Milena,” she sneered. “Your husband, your home, your reputation. You have nothing left.” Tears spilled down my cheeks and I stared at her blankly. Sienna’s smirk widened. “Now do us all a favor and disappear. You should’ve never been born.” With that, she slammed the door shut. I just sat there, unblinking, I had lost everything. And then, the final, cruelest realization hit me. I had come here with news. News that would have changed everything. I lifted a trembling hand to my stomach. I was pregnant.DAMIEN'S POV I just stood there sheepishly, my chin jutting out as I stared at her.Her words didn't register at first until a minute and I could only gawk at her after that.What did she mean by that?I wasn't dumbㅡ I knew what that meant but it just felt too sudden. Maybe she was mad about sienna barging into the house? That was probably the reason.“Can we talk about this, Milena?” I asked, my voice soft and trembling.She didn't waver. Her jaw was locked and tight and for the flash of a second, I saw an emotion I wasn't all too familiar with in her soft eyesㅡ Jealousy.Was it jealousy? Whatever it was, it was gone in a second as she blinked and looked away as though she knew that I could see her emotions that she had laid bare in a single gaze a moment ago.“Just… don't do something like that again. Let him depend on his mother” She muttered, taking a step back as her hands rested on her waist.My hands raised up in silent surrender and I tilted my head to the side. “As you wish”
MILENA’S POVAs soon as the door shut behind me, I leaned against it, feeling my pulse race beneath my skin.Oh fuck.It had been years. And of all the ways I had imagined meeting my sister—my ex-sister, if that could even be a word—this wasn’t it.I had planned speeches in my head for years. Words that would cut deep and put her in her place. Monologues about betrayal, about how she had stolen everything from me. I had wanted to see her broken, to finally reclaim my dignity after all these years.But the moment our gazes locked, all of that dissipated.She hadn’t changed. Still the same sharp-mouthed bitch who thrived on my misery.I should feel victorious. I should be savoring the look on her face when I told her to leave, the silence that followed when I mentioned Theo. But I didn’t.Because it didn’t feel like a win.It felt awkward because something told me that she would be back. She seemed hell-bent on getting Damien and if he wasn't going to do something about his past or what
DAMIEN’S POV“Seriously?! We break up for a few months and you’re going back to my pathetic sister?!” Sienna’s voice cut through the quiet like a thunderbolt.The second I cracked the door open, she shoved her way past me with a fury that rattled the picture frames on the wall so much that I thought they would fall and shatter. Before I could stop her from going any further, the sting of her palm exploded across my cheek.My head snapped to the side by the force of her slap.I stood there for a second, stunned, jaw tightening as I slowly straightened and met her blazing brown eyes.She was shaking, her perfectly manicured nails gripping her phone so tightly her knuckles had gone white. “How could you?!” she shrieked, her face was etched with betrayal. “After everything—after me—you bring her back into this house?!”Fuck this.I rubbed the ache in my jaw, gritting my teeth. “First of all,” I muttered, my patience already hanging by a thread and she was already acting fast to snap it, “
MILENA'S POV “Here” I whispered, my voice soft as I placed the plate of waffles on the bedside table, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair over Theo's trembling frame under the sheets. He looked so frail that my heart ached and I was reminded of my prioritiesㅡ Him. He slowly turned to look at the food then back at me, his bottom lip wobbling as he looked around. He had been awake for an hour now but he seemed so disoriented and didn't want to talk but it was no cause for alarm so I figured to wait for the doctor to be here in a few hours as I was told that he would be out of it for a while even when he regained consciousness. “Whereㅡ Where are we?” He looked worried now as he tried to push himself up to sit. “No, baby” I chided him, leaning him back against the sheets easily. “Just lay down, okay? You can talk to me while you're resting” He obeyed without asking another question but I could see the obvious question in his eyes and his next words confirmed my fears.
DAMIEN'S POV Silence.I think I was already losing my mind with the way she just stared at me.Say something! Anything!Was she expecting to share the same room with Theo?“Lookㅡ” I began but she just wrapped her hands around herself.“I'll stay in here with my son” She didn't wait for me to finish speaking.Right. Of course she wanted to stay with Theo. Fuck, I was so stupid.Moving a step back, I nodded, trying to ignore the hollow ache in my chest from how she just rejected me. Not like I was expecting a different response from her anyways.“Yeah sure, good night, okay? And let me know if you need anything. I'm just right down the hall” I pointed to the room down the hallway and i could swear that I saw her eyes furrow, pulling together as she looked at the door.“That's not your room” She pointed out.Obviously.I gave a small smile. “I'm aware but it's just so I'm within reach, okay? Good night. We'll talk better in the morning, I know this is all very overwhelming to youㅡ” I wa
MILENA'S POV Morning came and I was sitting in the waiting room, my eyes red for staying up all night and I could feel a hollow ache in my chest from everything that had happened the previous night.Damien was with the doctor inside the room and they had begun to start the tests and treatments and amidst my worry for Theo, I couldn't help but think about the fact that our marriage certificates was already being presented to the court already and would be finalized in less than an hour.It became clear to me. I couldn't do anything to him. At least not while I was tied to him but at least I would save my son.Once more, the door to the ICU was pulled open and Damien walked out looking like hell, his hair a tangled mess while he massaged his arm, the frown on his face wiping off once we locked gazes.The doctor was right behind him. “We're done with the first round and we've begun to give Mr Damien the necessary shots to boost stem cells which will be used in a few weeks and we're alre
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