ログインB I A N C A"Do you really think he might have a hand in this?" Chloe asked after I told her my suspicion about Lucas. She was also putting two and two together."I don't know," I said, my hands trembling as I closed the journal. "But it makes a sick kind of sense. He was always so possessive. He couldn't stand the thought of me being with someone else, especially someone as good as Damian. He saw Damian as a threat."I tried to brush the thought away, telling myself I was being paranoid. But the thought just kept coming back, nagging at me.I paced the room. "He knew Damian was my husband. He knew what Damian meant to me. What if he couldn't stand to see me happy with someone else? What if he wanted to punish me for leaving him?""But he's not a killer, B," Chloe said, trying to be the voice of reason. "He's arrogant and a jerk, but he's not a killer. Is he?"I didn't answer. I didn't know the answer to that. The Lucas I knew was many things, but I never thought he was capable of som
B I A N C AMy heart was still pumping very fast as Marco guided me through the back corridors of the hospital. Chloe was still by Damian’s bedside when we arrived. She looked up, her expression shifting from calm to alarmed as she took in my disheveled state and the tear streaks on my face."Bianca? What happened? Are you alright?" She stood up, her chair scraping softly against the floor.Marco gave her a brief, telling shake of his head. "She was attacked. At the house."Chloe’s eyes widened. She rushed to my side, her arms wrapping around me. "What? Oh my god, B. Are you hurt?""I'm okay," I whispered, my gaze fixed on Damian. "I just… I need to be with him."Chloe helped me to the chair beside the bed, her arm around my waist. I reached out and took Damian's hand, his skin still cool to the touch. Marco stood by the door. He made a quiet call, putting the phone on speaker as he barked orders. "Security on her. Twenty four seven. No one gets near her without my clearance. Send
B I A N C AForty eight hours later, Damian still hadn't woken up. The swelling in his brain had gone down, but he was still in a coma. The doctor said it was a good sign, that it gave his body time to heal, but it was small comfort to me.I hadn't left the hospital. I slept in a chair next to his bed, my hand never leaving his. I talked to him, told him about my day, about our families, about how much I loved him. I read to him, my voice hoarse from constantly crying. It didn’t look like he was getting better despite the doctor’s reassurance. He has not given any sign of waking up. In fact, he looks paler and more fragile than before. And that scared me to my core.The only reassurance that he was still here with me was the beeping of the heart monitor, the only sound that told me he was still alive. Chloe and my family had been taking turns bringing me food and clean clothes, but I barely touched them. My appetite was gone, replaced by a gnawing fear that coiled in my stomach. They
B I A N C AMy heart broke at the sight of him. This wasn't my Damian. My Damian was full of life. This was a shell of the man I loved.I took a deep breath and pushed open the door, the smell of antiseptic hitting me. I walked over to his bed, my legs feeling like they were going to give out at any moment.I took his hand, it was cold and limp. "Hey," I whispered, my voice cracking. "It's me. I'm here."I looked at his face, at the cuts and bruises that marred his perfect features. A wave of anger washed over me. Who could have done this? Who could have wanted to hurt him so badly? I leaned down and kissed his forehead, my tears falling on his skin."You have to fight, Damian," I whispered, my voice filled with desperation. "You have to come back to me. We have a deal, remember? You promised me forever. You can't break your promise."I sat there for a while, just holding his hand and talking to him. I told him about my meeting with Julian, about how I was excited for our future. I to
B I A N C AI drove blindly, tears streaming down my face and blurring my vision. But I didn’t care. The nurse’s words replayed in my head, unconscious… surgery… critical condition… shot.All I could think about was him. My Damian. The man I loved more than life itself. The man who had promised me forever just this morning. Was he going to break that promise? Was our forever going to be cut short?I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t.I finally arrived at the hospital, screeching into a parking space and not even bothering to lock my car. I ran into the emergency room, my heart pounding in my chest."I'm looking for Damian Moretti," I said, my voice trembling. "He was brought in. He was shot."The nurse at the desk looked up at me, her expression sympathetic. "Are you family?""I'm his wife," I said, my voice breaking.She typed something into her computer, her brow furrowed in concentration. "He's still in surgery," she said, looking up at me. "The doctor will be out to speak with y
B I A N C AA smile on my lips, I walked back to my office after saying my goodbyes and promising to update him on our progress. Things were starting out pretty well, and I was confident that the business venture would go ahead smoothly.I dialed Damian's number as I settled into my chair and waited for him to pick up."Bianca." His voice was deep and soothing."It's me," I replied, smiling."How did the meeting go?" His voice was eager, but there was an edge to it."It went great." I said happily. "We went over the numbers, the projections, the whole works."I told him the details and what had happened. I wanted him to be excited, wanted him to be proud of me, but instead, all I got in return were one word answers. It was getting under my skin, especially after our conversation."Do you want me to forward the agreement?""No."I pursed my lips together, wondering if there was more."Ok," I whispered, slowly leaning back in the chair.There was silence on both ends, a silence that was
B I A N C AThe next morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee and pancakes. I sat up, stretching my arms above my head, and looked around the room.Damian was already up, probably in the kitchen with Chloe and Marco. I got out of bed and put on a robe, then went downstairs.I found them in the kitc
B I A N C AI changed into my pajamas and got into bed. Damian joined me a few minutes later, pulling me into his arms."Try not to worry about them," he said, kissing my forehead. "They'll figure it out. Or they won't. Either way, it's not our problem.""I know," I said, snuggling closer to him. "I
B I A N C A Marco strode across the dance floor, his movements aggressive. I exchanged a worried glance with Damian before we both rushed to follow.Marco grabbed the stranger's arm, yanking him away from Chloe. "Hey! Get your hands off her," he snarled.The guy, who was easily taller and broader t
B I A N C AWe arrived at the club, and it was packed. The music was thumping, and the dance floor was crowded with people. We found a table in the VIP section and ordered a round of drinks.The alcohol quickly went to my head, and soon I was feeling relaxed and carefree. Damian and I were dancing,







