LOGINAt 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 were wide and angry.“You believe him?” he scoffed. She could hear hatred seeping through his voice like venom. And yeah, Silas wasn’t like this at all. “You believe what? That I’m fucking possessed? Be for real. Is he dicking you down that good that you can’t fucking use your head?!”Kerry had the urge to smack him again, just to get him to shut up. Honestly, having the upper hand over him felt good—it was her own form of revenge for the trauma he had put her through. Though she knew it wasn’t all him.“The real Silas would never say that.”“Right, because you know me all that well.”“I do.”“No, you fucking don’t. I do all the knowing, baby. You just sit there and find any reason to hate my
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 least, that was what Asher had called it.The whole damn room was brimming with tension. It was so thick she could almost cut it with a knife. According to what she’d heard, Asher’s uncle, Damien, was sleeping with his stepdaughter. She knew that already. But then his wife had found out and was threatening to leave. No wonder the man had that scary look on his face. It didn’t help that Alaric kept making snarky remarks about his brother’s unfortunate situation either. He seemed to derive joy from the man’s misery.Kerry just wished they would focus enough to get that damn wood out of her husband’s heart!“Did Asher tell you anything?” Via stood by her side, her eyes fixed on her boyfriend,
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 of the car, looking entirely too pleased with himself. Alaric. Of all the moments he could have chosen to appear, it had to be this one.Damien could already see it—the smug amusement, the quiet observation, the way his brother’s mind would catalog every single detail of this scene and store it away for future use. Leverage. Something he could use against him. His brother thrived on finding people’s weaknesses and using them against them. He’d even done it to his own son.And Gwen, unfortunately, was making everything worse. “Pay attention to me when I’m talking to you!” she snapped, her voice cutting sharply through the tense air. It was the sheer level of disrespect that made fury burn in
“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 Damien seemed to be the one taking all the damage. One would wonder whether he was taking the fall for both of them. Somehow, that didn’t sit well with her. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to say anything.Damien didn’t answer immediately. He stood there, blocking the car like an immovable force, his dark gaze fixed entirely on Gwen. There was something unreadable in his expression—something that only made Gwen angrier. She couldn’t even see remorse. Her husband had done something so horrible, yet he didn’t even have the nerve to feel bad about it.“You’ve already ruined everything!” she continued, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Do you really think there’s anything left here? Do you th
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 all, he knew just how bad the situation looked from her point of view.“You… you…” Gwen sputtered. She couldn’t seem to get a hold of her words. How was she even supposed to begin processing it?She’d had her suspicions. It was the little things that caught her attention—the way her usually standoffish husband seemed to lighten up whenever her daughter was around, the way he used every opportunity to sneak in touches, the way he looked at Liz with those warm eyes Gwen had never been the target of. With Liz, Damien was an entirely different person.And that was saying a lot, considering he and Liz hadn’t gotten along at the beginning. Yet everything had changed all too suddenly. Gwen had bee
Alaric was taking his bloody time to get here. Damien had suspected that his brother wouldn’t make things easy for them. He was an incredibly selfish individual, and he only did things when they benefited him. So, for the next few days, Damien tried to get to the very bottom of his nephew’s problem. Not that he was particularly kind-hearted, but solving the issue meant they would leave sooner.He could feel tension bubbling within his own family. Edmund had been avoiding everyone else like the plague. His wife seemed to be having a mental breakdown every time he saw her, staring at him wordlessly through eyes filled with hatred, irritation, betrayal… hurt. It was a mix of emotions he didn’t care for.And his lover was avoiding him. It was ironic that her guilty conscience was kicking in now, when the deed had already been done and there was far from any redemption. He seriously didn’t see what the big deal was. They were fucking, sure—but how was that anybody’s business except theirs?
Liz pressed her face into Damien’s chest, trying to quiet the shaking in her body. His hand moved slowly up and down her back, steady, cold, there was no warmth in him, but she was comforted nonetheless.She thought about when she'd found out about vampires. Her mind was dragging her into the me
When Lord Baylon learned of what had happened, he k ew it would be a matter of time before Damien showed up. Phoenix wouldn't tell him anything. He had been waiting at the entrance ever since he got the report. The moment Damien stormed past the car, Baylon’s face twisted with shame—his estate, h
Liz sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clenched in her lap, the morning light pouring through the curtains and turning everything golden. But inside her chest? Everything felt heavy, aching, slow. Her limbs were weak, her vision occasionally blurred, and her head throbbed with a dull, stubborn p
Liz's POV Painting was something I had picked up. Mostly due to boredom. My brush dragged across the canvas in shaky strokes.I frowned at the mess on the canvas. It was awful. Why did I think this was a good idea in the first place?“What is it supposed to be?” the woman beside me asked.Elena st







