My Safest Danger

Skylar's POV I had enemies, but receiving Threat at my own mailbox? That was new. "Your time is numbered." I stared at the small paper for a while before tossing it aside. This wasn't the first time I'd received such a threat. Being a public figure came with a lot of problems. For some people, my existence alone was enough to make them despise me. Dropping my bag on the dressing table, I sat in a chair, slipping on my favorite heels. My phone rang just as I straightened. Mia. I fought back a smile, smoothing the skirt of my dress. "What's popping?" "Just checking to make sure you're still alive after all that drinking yesterday. By the way, Joan is coming over, we're heading to your aunt's house warming party together." "After ghosting us for days. That girl needs some spanking." I shook my head glancing at the clock. I'll see you guys later at the party, Jace is heading to pick me up." Her laughter echoed through the speaker. "What?" "Nothing." She chuckled. "

Skylar's POV My eyes followed the stranger as he walked toward a parked SUV. A man opened the door for him, and he climbed inside. But before the door could close, his gaze locked onto mine again. As the car drove away, he didn't look away; his eyes remained fixed on me until the vehicle disappeared down the street. I blinked, still trying to make sense of the strange feeling his presence gave me. My attention shifted to Jace, who was still on the floor. He stood up immediately, dusting himself off. I eyed him, moving hurriedly toward the entrance, but my hand was grabbed before I could take another step. What the fuck is wrong with this bastard? "Skylar..." I yanked my hand away from his grip. Joan rushed in, her dress flowing behind her. "Why are you holding her hand? Don't tell me you're actually pleading already." Her eyes were cold, glaring hard at him. "It's none of your business, Joanne," Jace cut in. He faced me, his grip on my arm tightening. "Hear me out

Skylar's POV I shot upright, my gaze sweeping across the room. A sigh of relief escaped me as i spotted Joan moving around the room. She was dressed in a nightgown, her hair falling messily around her shoulders as she hummed quietly. Gosh, i hate getting drunk. My head goes completely blank the next day. "Fuck, my head aches." "She is awake." Joan grinned, walking up to me with a cup in her hand. "Drink." She handed the cup to me, taking a seat beside me on the bed. "What is this?" I eyed her, taking it from her. "For your hangover." The corners of her lips curled upward, then she cleared her throat, her eyes still fixed on me. I stared right back at her, taking a sip. "Why are you looking at me like that?" "You don't remember what happened yesterday?" My stomach twisted a little. "I... can't forget what that bastard Jace did." "No, not even that. After that, we went to a club. Remember?" "Any problem." She narrowed her eyes as she grabbed her phone and turn

Skylar's POV I ran straight to my room, forgetting to lock the gate. Slamming the door behind me, I stood there for a second, my hand still gripping the doorknob. The sound of my phone snapped me out of it. I reached for it on the bedside table. My fingers fumbled over the screen before the call finally connected. Joan's face appeared on the screen, her brows furrowed. “Why do you look like you just saw a ghost?” I let out a breath, collapsing onto the bed. "I think..." My throat tightened. "That would've been better.” She cast me a puzzled look. “What happened?” I glanced back at the door like it would open at any second. “It's terrifying, Joan.” “Now you're scaring me. Skylar, spill it already.” I explained everything to her and watched as her mouth fell open in shock. She leaned closer to the camera, her expression turning serious. “We shouldn't take this lightly. Have you called the cops? What about the estate security, since your guards just suddenly disappea

Damien's Pov My men had called me about an urgent situation that required my attention. They'd discovered someone else was watching her. I knew exactly who was behind it. They'd noticed my surveillance too, and they were powerful enough to blind it without leaving a trace. Luckily, every camera had already been located before they lost access, so I knew where they were planted. My biggest mistake was leaving her alone. I was too occupied giving my men orders, making sure they had everything under control. Then, I decided to check on her, slipping my AirPod into my ear and expecting to maybe hear her voice, or even better, silence. Nothing came through at first. Her signal was jammed, but the device had been recording everything. When the connection returned, those bastards’ voices greeted me. Every fucking thing they'd said to her reached my ears. The pain in her voice still echoed in my ears. But seeing her on my screen now, a low chuckle escaped me. She insisted some