Se connecterAt this point, Silas was helpless. Kerry had no choice but to believe Asher, even though she really didn’t want to. This wasn’t her husband—she knew this. She knew Silas like the back of her own palm, and this just wasn’t him. She tried to get off him, but the vampire hissed in protest. His eyes we
Her husband was still the way she had left him—with that damn stake in his chest. Honestly, she didn’t know whether having these men hovering over Silas was such a good idea anymore. Asher had assured her that his father and uncle would find a solution to her husband’s sudden… chaotic behaviour. At
The last thing Damien wanted was for this to happen—now, of all times. Okay, maybe he hadn’t cared about Gwen finding out the truth, but he also hadn’t expected her to throw this much of a tantrum. And certainly not in front of him. His jaw tightened as he stared at the man who had just stepped out
“I don’t give a fuck what you think,” he said, his eyes locking onto Gwen’s. “You can pack your things and get the hell out for all I care. But you’re not taking her with you. You can go alone.” Damien’s nonchalant words only angered Gwen more. Even after everything, he was still so shameless. “Ar
“What the hell do you want from us?!” Gwen screamed, her voice echoing through the space. Liz flinched beside her. She couldn’t understand how things had escalated so quickly. When she suspected her mom had found out about the affair, she had expected to be confronted, to be called a traitor. Yet D
Gwen’s face fell. Her expression was a mix of anger and disgust. She closed the space between them quickly, and Damien didn’t even try to avoid her hit. The slap landed across his face. He barely even registered it. Fine, if this was her own way of venting her anger, he would let her have it. After
He was inside her, after what felt like forever. And and at that moment, Liz couldn't remember a single thing wrong with the world. Not with gos stimulated she was. Liz's eyes squeezed shut, her mouth falling open to release a soft, trembling cry. "Oh... God," she moaned, barely able to form word
Liz was awake early, not like she had slept properly the previous night. There was a lot to think about. She was in an entirely new space, and she didn’t know whether to be comfortable or not. She was with Damien, or in Damien’s house at least, only he wasn’t here. How absurd of him to insist on her
Liz stared at Damien like he had spoken in another language. Or maybe she was imagining things, because there was no way those words just came out of his mouth. The words replayed in her head, over and over again, each repetition slower than the last, as though her mind were deliberately dragging t
It felt like months, but it had only been days. She’d been separated from Damien for that long.Liz stood at the entrance of his manor, her hands clenched at her sides as she took it in. It was beautiful—there was no denying that. Tall ceilings, polished floors, furniture that looked like it had nev







