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Chapter 13
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Carmela sat stiffly in the chair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as Damion stared at her from across the desk. His cold, unreadable gaze pinned her in place, making her feel small and exposed.He leaned back in his chair, reaching into a drawer before pulling out a stack of papers. Without a word, he placed them on the desk and slid them toward her.Her eyes flicked to the papers, her breath catching as she read the bold words at the top.DIVORCE AGREEMENT.Her heart dropped.“Sign it,” Damion said, his voice devoid of emotion.Carmela’s head snapped up, her wide, tear-filled eyes meeting his. “What? Damion, I don’t—”“You heard me,” he interrupted, his tone sharp. “Sign the papers, Carmela. This… whatever this is, ends now.”“For Fuck SAKE! We’re in a work place.” Tears stung her eyes as she shook her head. “Why? Why are you doing this?”He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk as he fixed her with a hard stare. “Why?” he repeated, his voice low and cutting. “You mean
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The meeting had dragged longer than Damion anticipated, but his focus had been far from the agenda. His mind had been consumed with thoughts of Carmela—her tear-streaked face, her trembling voice as she insisted the child was his, and the look of utter devastation when he handed her the divorce papers.He hated how she had gotten under his skin, but more than that, he hated how the memory of her boss’s treatment earlier made his blood boil. He wanted to fire the man on the spot, but doing so would raise questions he wasn’t ready to answer.As the meeting concluded, he loosened his tie, his thoughts circling back to Carmela. His feet moved on their own as he made his way to the elevator, heading toward her department.When the doors opened to the lower levels, Damion stepped out and scanned the floor. The atmosphere was busy but tense, a reflection of the rigid leadership under Mr. Graves. Damion kept to the shadows, moving along the hall until he spotted her.Carmela stood by the prin
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Lily came rushing across the crosswalk, her face pale with panic as she dropped to her knees beside Carmela.“Carmela!” she exclaimed, gripping her shoulders. “Are you alright? What the hell just happened?”Carmela, still shaken, nodded weakly, her legs trembling as she tried to stand. “I… I’m fine,” she murmured, though her voice betrayed the fear still gripping her.“Fine?” Lily’s voice rose. “You were almost hit by a car! You’re shaking like a leaf—”Before Lily could continue, Damion’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade.“What were you thinking?” he snapped, his sharp gray eyes locked on Carmela. “Were you not paying attention? Didn’t you see the car coming?”His voice, cold and commanding, jolted her out of her daze. She turned to him, anger flaring in her chest.“What about you?” she shot back, her voice louder than she intended. “Did you see me? Or were you too busy rushing to wherever you were going?”Damion’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. But before he could respon
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The silence that fell over the table was deafening. All eyes were fixed on Damion as he stood towering behind Carmela, his presence consuming the space with an oppressive weight.Jason, the colleague who had been flirting just moments ago, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “M-Mr. Blackwood,” he stammered, his voice trembling.Without a word, Damion reached forward, gripping the back of Jason’s chair and pulling it back abruptly. Jason barely had time to stand before Damion sank into the seat, now directly across from Carmela.Her heart raced, her pulse thrumming in her ears as she locked eyes with him. His expression was unreadable, but the sharp intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine.“Don’t mind me,” Damion said coolly, leaning back in the chair and crossing his arms. “Continue with whatever you were doing.”The tension was palpable, the air so thick it was hard to breathe.Lily, ever the bold one, cleared her throat and plastered on a nervous smile. “Well, we were abou
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The table fell silent as Carmela’s hand slammed down, the glass teetering on the edge before tipping over and spilling its contents across the polished wood.“Carmela!” Lily exclaimed, grabbing a napkin and hurriedly trying to clean the spreading alcohol.But Carmela didn’t move. Her eyes were locked on Damion, her expression tight with anger and frustration.Damion’s hand lingered on hers for just a second longer before he let go, his gaze steady and unreadable.“What do you want from me?” Carmela’s voice trembled, not with fear but with suppressed rage.The group shifted uncomfortably, sensing the growing tension but unsure how to intervene.Lily, always one to protect her friend, nudged Carmela’s arm and whispered, “Carmela, don’t do this.”But it was too late. Carmela pushed back her chair abruptly, the sound grating against the floor, and stood. Without another word, she stormed off toward the bathroom, leaving behind a trail of uneasy silence.Inside the bathroom, Carmela grippe
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Damion sat stiffly in the backseat of the car, his fists clenched tightly on his lap. His hair, usually neatly styled, was disheveled, a testament to his frustration. He had left the café in a rush, his chest tight with an anger he couldn’t explain.His knuckles still ached from the punch he had thrown at the seat in front of him earlier, but the physical pain paled in comparison to the storm raging inside him.“Sir?” the driver asked hesitantly, glancing at him in the rearview mirror.Damion sighed, wiping at his lips with the back of his hand as though to rid himself of the lingering taste of alcohol. His sharp gray eyes focused out the window, where the café lights spilled into the dark street.“Where to, sir?” the driver asked again.Before Damion could answer, his phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a text.Elena: Where are you? I have a surprise for you. Come over.Damion stared at the message for a moment before exhaling sharply. “Take me to Elena’s house,” he said curtly
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Damion frowned, his sharp gaze cutting through the dim light of the room as he glanced back toward the door. “Did you hear that?” he asked, his voice low and wary.Elena, still standing before him, tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Hear what?”“I thought I heard someone,” he muttered, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the slightly ajar door.Elena stepped closer, placing a hand on his chest. “It’s nothing, Damion,” she said, her voice soft and sultry. “You’re imagining things. You’ve been under so much stress lately.”Damion stepped back, putting space between them. “Elena, stop this. Whatever you’re trying to do, it’s not going to work.”Her lips curved into a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Why are you fighting this so much? You used to care about me, Damion. We were good together once. Don’t you miss that?”“No,” he said firmly, his voice cold. “What we had is over. It’s been over for a long time.”Elena’s smile faltered, but she quickly masked it, stepping closer again.
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Damion grabbed his coat, his mind racing as he prepared to leave his office. The video replayed in his mind like a broken record—Carmela leaving his hotel room that night, the truth he had been too blind to see staring him in the face.He needed to see her. Now.Just as he reached for the door, Leonard stepped into his path, his expression tense. “Sir, where are you going?”“To Carmela’s house,” Damion said sharply, his voice leaving no room for negotiation.Leonard hesitated, shifting uncomfortably. “Have you forgotten, sir? We’re supposed to meet Mr. Cross tonight.”Damion froze, the name pulling him out of his thoughts. Lucas Cross. His best friend and the man he had been planning to partner with for months.“He just got back into the country,” Leonard continued, his tone gentle but firm. “You know how important this meeting is. If we cancel now, it’ll jeopardize the partnership.”Damion clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he considered his options. He wanted nothing more tha
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Kaia’s POV Damion didn’t come home last night. I knew where he was. Or rather, who he was with. I had been pacing the length of the penthouse, my nails digging into my palms, waiting for him to walk through the door like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just spent the night chasing after her. And when he finally did return, it took everything in me not to throw something at him. He barely looked at me as he stepped inside, loosening his tie with that careless ease of his. His shirt was slightly wrinkled, the top buttons undone, his hair slightly disheveled. He hadn’t been at the office. I knew he hadn’t. I crossed my arms, blocking his path. “Where the hell have you been?” Damion barely spared me a glance as he tossed his keys onto the counter. “I don’t have time for this, Kaia.” Rage flared through me. “You don’t have time? Are you serious right now? You disappeared for an entire night and—” “And what?” He finally looked at me, his blue eyes cold, indiff
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Isabelle’s POV The tension in the room was thick enough to suffocate. Brian stepped inside, brushing past Damion like he didn’t exist, but the way his shoulders squared told me he felt the weight of the moment just as much as I did. Damion, on the other hand, hadn’t moved. He stood in the center of my living room like he belonged there, his jaw clenched so tightly I could practically hear his teeth grinding. His fists were still curled at his sides, his body rigid, his eyes locked onto me. I ignored him. Instead, I turned to Brian, taking the wine bottle from his hands, letting my fingers linger over his just long enough for Damion to see. “Thanks for bringing this,” I said smoothly, flashing a small smile. “I could use a drink.” Brian smiled back, but there was an edge to it. “I figured.” His gaze flickered briefly to Damion before landing back on me. “I didn’t know you already had company.” I shrugged, moving toward the kitchen. “Oh, he was just leaving.” Brian
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Isabelle’s POV The air between us was thick—suffocating. Damion stood so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body, his eyes locked onto mine like I was something he was about to devour. His breathing was rough, his fists clenched at his sides as if he was restraining himself from doing something reckless. “Tell me to leave,” he repeated, his voice low, controlled—but barely. I wanted to. I needed to. But the words wouldn’t come. I hated him for what he did to me—for tearing my life apart, for betraying me in ways I still wasn’t sure I’d ever recover from. And yet, my body remembered him in ways I wished it didn’t. The way his touch had once been my solace. The way he could ignite something deep inside me with just a glance. I hated him for that, too. So I did the only thing I could. I let my anger consume me. I laughed. A sharp, bitter sound. “You want me to tell you to leave?” I shook my head, my voice cold. “You don’t deserve to be here, Damion. Y
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Isabelle’s POV The night was quiet, save for the faint hum of the city beyond my windows. I had just settled onto the couch, a glass of wine in hand, when the knock came. No. Not a knock. A pound. Sharp. Unrelenting. I knew who it was before I even stood. Damion. I took a slow breath, forcing myself to stay calm. But my hands trembled slightly as I set my glass down and walked toward the door. I should have ignored it. I should have let him stew in whatever storm was raging inside him. But I didn’t. Because I wanted to face him. I needed to. I unlocked the door and pulled it open, coming face to face with the man who had once held my entire world in his hands—and shattered it without a second thought. He looked…unhinged. His tie was gone, the top buttons of his shirt undone. His hair was slightly disheveled, like he had run his hands through it too many times. But it was his eyes that stopped me. Wild. Hungry. Desperate. “What the hell are you doing her
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Isabelle’s POV The city skyline stretched out beyond the restaurant windows, a glittering illusion of peace. Inside, soft music played, waiters moved smoothly between tables, and elegant laughter filled the air. It was the kind of place designed to make people forget their troubles. But I wasn’t here to forget. I was here to remind Damion that he didn’t own me. Brian sat across from me, his expression warm but observant. He had dressed well—dark suit, open collar, the perfect balance of casual and refined. He looked like a man who had his life together. A man who wasn’t haunted by the past. Unlike Damion. “So,” Brian said, leaning forward slightly. “You never did tell me why you suddenly wanted to have dinner.” I smiled, swirling my wine glass. “Can’t a woman enjoy good food with a good friend?” His eyes flickered with something unreadable. “You can. But you’re not the type to do anything without a reason.” I took a slow sip of my wine, letting the silence stretch
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Isabelle’s POV I knew he would come. I had barely stepped into my office when the air shifted, thick with something I recognized too well—his presence. Damion. I didn’t bother turning around as the door closed behind him, the soft click sending a sharp wave of irritation through me. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said flatly, placing my bag on my desk. “I needed to see you,” he replied, his voice deep, rough. Of course he did. I finally turned, meeting his gaze. His suit was immaculate, his posture controlled, but his eyes—those damn blue eyes—were anything but. They were heated, restless, filled with something dark and consuming. Lust. For me. I ignored the way my stomach tightened at the intensity of it. “You have two minutes,” I said coolly, crossing my arms. “Say whatever it is you came here to say, and then leave.” His jaw flexed, as if he was barely restraining himself. “It’s about Kaia. And my father.” I arched a brow. “Oh? Finally realizing the people
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Walter’s POV The world respected power, and I had spent my entire life ensuring no one forgot mine. The sprawling skyline outside my office window was a testament to everything I had built. Ryder Industries wasn’t just a company—it was an empire. One that required careful management, sharp decisions, and sometimes…removing obstacles. And right now, Isabelle Everett was an obstacle. She was a thorn in my son’s side, a threat to my company, and a distraction Damion couldn’t seem to let go of. Her return to the city had set off a chain of events I couldn’t ignore, and her resilience—her refusal to crumble under pressure—was beginning to irritate me. She thought she could outmaneuver me. She couldn’t. Kaia sat across from me in my office, her legs crossed, her expression calm but watchful. I valued Kaia for her ambition, her intelligence, her ability to play the long game. She was everything Isabelle wasn’t—controlled, pragmatic, ruthless. And yet, I couldn’t shake the
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Isabelle’s POV The meeting room was pristine, the kind of sterile environment that stifled emotions and amplified tension. I sat at the head of the long glass table, flipping through the agenda for the upcoming collaboration between my company and Ryder Industries. But my mind wasn’t on logistics or contracts. It was on her. Kaia Carter. She sat at the opposite end of the table, poised and polished in her tailored suit, her every move deliberate, her smile just sharp enough to cut. I had spent the last few days piecing together the threads of her alliance with Walter Ryder, and what I’d found left me both furious and unsettled. Kaia wasn’t just manipulative—she was ambitious. Dangerous. And now, with the details Stephanie had uncovered, I knew the truth. Kaia didn’t care about Walter. She didn’t care about Damion. She cared about power. And she was playing a long game to take everything. The meeting began, each executive presenting their updates and projections
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Isabelle’s POV The weight of the anonymous message hadn’t lessened. If anything, it grew heavier with each passing hour. “Kaia and Walter are closer than you think. Be careful.” It lingered at the forefront of my mind as I walked into my office the next morning, the hum of business as usual doing little to distract me. Stephanie greeted me with her usual efficiency, but I barely heard her rundown of the day’s agenda. My focus was elsewhere—on the puzzle pieces slowly falling into place. Kaia and Walter. It wasn’t just about them being ruthless or manipulative. That, I could handle. But the idea of them working together was a different beast entirely. If they were united, it meant they had a shared goal. And that goal had to involve me. I needed answers. After ensuring I wouldn’t be disturbed, I locked my office door and spread out the documents Stephanie had gathered on Kaia Carter. Her background, her business dealings, her personal life—it was all there. But wh
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