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The tension in the mansion was suffocating. After slamming the bedroom door behind him the previous night, Damion hadn’t spoken another word to Carmela.By morning, she awoke to find his side of the bed untouched. The house was eerily quiet, the weight of his absence pressing down on her chest.In his office, however, the morning was anything but silent.Damion sat behind his imposing mahogany desk, his gray eyes fixed on the city skyline beyond the towering windows. He didn’t move as his assistant, Leonard, stepped into the room with a stack of files.“Sir,” Leonard began, his voice cautious, “you asked for an update on the Blake family’s situation.”Damion’s gaze didn’t waver. For a long moment, he said nothing, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the polished wood.“Pause everything,” he said finally, his voice low but resolute.Leonard blinked, clearly taken aback. “Pause, sir? But we’re nearly at the final stage. If we pull back now—”“I said pause,” Damion cut in, his tone sharp
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Carmela stormed down the hallway, her heels clicking furiously against the polished floor. Her heart felt like it might burst from her chest, her mind swirling with images of Damion and Elena.She could still see them—Elena’s hand on his chest, her lips so close to his. The look in Damion’s eyes was burned into her memory.He didn’t push her away fast enough.Tears blurred her vision, but she refused to let them fall. She couldn’t let him see how much it hurt.Reaching the elevator, she pressed the button repeatedly, willing the doors to open faster. The polished silver reflected her trembling figure, a stark reminder of how fragile she felt compared to the cold, unyielding man she had married.As the elevator doors finally slid open, a voice behind her made her freeze.“Carmela.”Her fingers hovered over the button to close the doors, but she couldn’t bring herself to press it. She turned slowly, finding Damion standing at the end of the hallway.He looked like he’d walked straight o
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Carmela sat frozen on the edge of the bed, her breath shallow as Damion’s words echoed through the room.“I want the truth,” he repeated, his voice sharp and unyielding. “No more lies, no more excuses. Tell me. Who’s the father?”Her chest tightened. She couldn’t look away from his piercing gray eyes, the weight of his demand pressing against her like an invisible force.“Damion, I…” she faltered, her voice barely above a whisper.He stepped closer, his broad frame towering over her. “You what?” he pressed, his tone colder now. “You’ve been hiding something, Carmela, and I will find out. So tell me—how far along are you?”Her hands gripped the edge of the bed, her knuckles turning white. The truth teetered on the edge of her lips, but fear kept it locked inside.“Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I—I don’t know how to explain—”“I don’t need explanations,” he snapped, cutting her off. “I need facts. If you’re carrying my child, I deserve to know. And if you’re not…” His ja
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Not that even if she told him what Elena came here to say he’d believe her. She looked to him in the eye and she felt like a criminal.She just walked out of him to her room. The Next DayCarmela sat alone in the massive dining room, her untouched plate of food before her. The early morning sun filtered through the tall windows, casting a golden glow across the table, but it brought no warmth. Not to her.The events of the previous day weighed heavily on her chest. Damion’s cold, accusing gaze. His cutting words. And, most of all, the realization that nothing she said or did would make him believe her.He doesn’t trust me. He never will.Even if she told him the truth—that they had been together that night before their wedding—he would accuse her of lying. His disbelief would crush her more than his accusations ever could.She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to stave off the chill that seemed to settle deep in her bones. She felt like a stranger in her own life.Upstairs, Dam
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THE BLAKES MANSIONCarmela sat on the edge of her childhood bed, staring blankly at the familiar pale blue walls. The house smelled the same—faintly of lavender and fresh linen—but nothing about being home felt comforting. Not when her life had unraveled so spectacularly in the span of a single day.Her mother had tried to console her, but the weight of disappointment in her father’s eyes lingered, and her chest ached from it. Now, the silence of her room felt deafening.The door creaked open, and Lily stepped inside, her arms crossed and her brow furrowed.“Carmela,” she started, her voice sharp, “what the hell happened?”Carmela’s lips trembled. “I messed up.”“Messed up?” Lily closed the door behind her and sat down on the bed. “That’s putting it lightly, don’t you think? Damion threw you out. Pregnant. And let’s not forget, he’s the father.”“Keep your voice down,” Carmela whispered, her face crumpling.“Why?” Lily snapped. “You should’ve told him the truth!”Carmela flinched, her
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The moment Damion stepped out of the department, the tension in the room shifted. Mr. Graves, who had been shaking just seconds ago, now turned his fury toward Carmela.“You,” he hissed, his face red with anger as he loomed over her desk. “What the hell have you done now?”Carmela flinched, her hands clutching the edge of her chair. “I—I didn’t do anything.”“Didn’t do anything?” Graves spat, his voice low but venomous. “Do you have any idea what you’ve caused? Do you think Mr. Blackwood comes down here every day? He came because of you! Do you enjoy embarrassing me in front of the CEO?”“I didn’t mean to—” she started, but he cut her off with a sharp gesture.“Save it,” he snapped. “You’re lucky I’m not throwing you out of this building myself. If you screw up one more time, Blake, you’re gone. Do you hear me? Gone.”Carmela nodded quickly, her throat tightening with unshed tears.Before Graves could continue his tirade, a voice interrupted them.“Ms. Blake.”She turned to see one of
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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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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
