~Bianca Pov~
It's been two days, I locked myself in my room. I didn’t eat, I didn’t sleep and all I did all day was lay on the bed staring at the ceiling and feeling nothing but emptiness. My body felt weak and my chest was heavy with guilt and pain. I had betrayed my dead husband, I had sold my dignity, and for what exactly? My stomach churned as the memory of that night flashed through my mind, the kiss, the way our bodies entangled together, everything was crazy, but no one knew his much pain I carried in me after that night. Damien Sinclair. It was like I could still feel his cold hands on me, his piercing blue eyes. The way he had looked at me as if I were nothing. I closed my eyes and felt a tear drop from my eyes. I raised my hand to catch it, I looked at it and felt my eyes tremble. It's funny how I had thought I was saving myself, and Saving the company but I had only lost more of myself. I gripped the blanket tightly, my breath shallow. “What have I done?” I muttered to myself but I Knew no one would give me an answer. A loud noise snapped me out of my daze, it was shrilling and angry making me frown. I bit my lips and flinched, then my body tensed as I heard her voice properly—Cecilia, My mother-in-law. I sighed helplessly as I could hear the sound of her footsteps getting closer, and before I could move, the door burst open. Cecilia stormed in, her face twisted with fury then she suddenly threw a tablet onto the bed and when I looked down in confusion, The screen lit up and I felt my world shattered. I read the text again hoping I had read wrongly “Billionaire Damien Sinclair Spotted with Heiress Bianca Calloway After a Secret Night Together!” Then I saw A video, it was a clip of me leaving Damien’s penthouse! My lips parted, but no words came out, I felt my chest tighten as the truth sank in, it had been exposed! Everyone had seen it. The entire world knew that I had betrayed my dead husband. My head went blank as I looked at the tablet in a daze, “This is what you’ve done!” Cecilia hissed. Her voice was sharp, slicing into me like a knife. “You’ve disgraced us! You’ve destroyed our family’s name!” “I—” My voice broke. “I did it for you. Y..you asked me to do it…” She glared at me viciously, “For us?” She laughed, the sound filled with disgust. “You sold yourself like a common whore. And now, the whole world knows it. Do you want to blame the family for your infidelity?! You bitch! My family feed you and cloth you but this is how you repay us?!” Tears filled my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “I saved the company,” I whispered. “I did what you asked.” I insisted but she didn't care. Instead, she threw me a sneer and then turned to the maid standing by the door. “Take away her medicine!” She ordered with a cold voice. My heart stopped and I scrambled up and my vision became a blur. “No… No, please—” I pleaded but was interrupted by her smirked “You don’t deserve it.” She said bitingly then left with her head held high. And just like that, my last bit of safety was gone, I looked at her back with dead eyes, my mind blank, I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how things had turned this way, everything was confusing and going the wrong way. I don’t know how long I sat there, is it minutes? Hours? I had stopped counting, then I heard loud whispers from downstairs which were distant, like echoes in a dream. Until—A familiar voice. A voice I was so familiar with that I will never be mistaken was heard, my entire body froze and I felt I was hallucinating because how could it be possible?! I shook my head in panic, “No, it wasn’t possible, Nathan was dead! So how could he be here?!” I thought shakingly then stumbled toward the door with my ragged breath. I stepped into the hallway and I could hear my heart pounding loudly in my ears. Then—I saw him, he was standing in the grand foyer completely fine with smiles on his face, and beside him stood Elena, someone I was familiar with. Her fingers were wrapped around his hand and her body was leaning into his like she belonged there. I felt confused, my brain felt mushy and it was like I was dreaming, My knees went weak, but I forced myself forward. My lips trembled, “Nathan?” My voice was barely a whisper. Then he turned to me. My eyes widened on seeing his face, this was not a dream! This is real! Something inside me snapped and I ran to him, reaching out with the need to touch him, to make sure he was real. But just as I got close, he shoved me away roughly. I stumbled back and felt my body hit the ground. My eyes grew in shock and my hands trembled as I stared up at him with a gasp. I was shocked to see his face twisted with disgust, but I doubted if it was meant for me because my husband would never look at me that way. “I—” My voice shook. “You’re alive? What is going on?!” I asked with a trembling voice. Nathan smirked, “Surprised?” His voice was mocking. My chest tightened, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe, but most of all I felt so confused. “Nathan,” I choked out, “Why?” I asked softly. I watched him let out a low, cruel laugh which sounded strange to me. He looked at me with a strange smile, “Because I never loved you.” The words slammed into me, I felt like I had been stabbed, I shook my head in disbelief, my breath coming in sharp gasps. “No… You’re lying.” Nathan’s smirk widened then he turned to Elena and his hand tightened around hers. “She’s the one I love.” “Huh?!” I asked blankly then felt like the ground was falling beneath me. I pressed my hands to my ears. “Stop! Stop this nonsense! What are you talking about?! Nathan…Don’t do this. I miss you so much!” But he didn’t look like he was joking, he leaned in close with a voice filled with hatred he whispered in my ears, “You were just a tool. A stupid, naive fool who gave me everything, and guess what darling wife?” He asked with a mocking laugh, “I used it to my advantage!” He finished then burst out in wide laughter. I stiffened with my mind ringing with his words, tears poured down my face as my mouth remained open in shock, I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to believe it, but then the next words broke me. He kneeled in front of me making sure I looked at me in the eyes, then he grabbed my chin tightly, “You are so stupid! I have waited for this for so long. Yes! I killed your father!” He said then laughed crazily while I looked blankly at him. “I killed him, and guess what?!” He then chuckled, “His foolish daughter refused to go see him before he died and decided to stay with the murderer who pretended to be sick!” He finished up and stood up after throwing away my chin. I didn't move, I said nothing but remained in a daze just staring at the man I had given my all to. But what did he say he did? He killed my father! I suddenly laughed crazily when I remembered how I had chosen to stay with him when my father called me to come see him. I feel so stupid! I have been foolish! “Why?” I asked him calmly. He glared at me and gave me a toothy smile, then the smile turned to rage, “I have always hated you lots! I hated your pride! So what if you are rich? So what if you are the daughter of a billionaire?! Everything is mine now! The company, the money! Everything will be mine!” He yelled crazily. I looked at him like I was looking at a monster, and then I shook my head, “Not when I am alive! It will never be yours, never!” I said coldly. “That is why you need to die today! That's why I arranged everything. I had always wondered why you were still strong when you were sick! So to hasten it, I feed you with a slow-acting poison, and guess what? Today is the day!” He said with a vicious look on his face. Then I suddenly felt a pain in my tummy, it was so painful that I had to hold my tummy and gasp loudly then It suddenly clicked in my head, “What did you do to me, you monster!” I asked with hatred, my red eyes pierced them with so much hatred. “Oh! We put a toxic poison in your tea.” My mother in law said with an indifferent face. My eyes widened as I saw Elena creep down and whisper in my ear, “This is what you get for taking my man and making me wait for him for so long.” She said then smiled creepily and stood up with a gentle smile. I looked at every one of them and laughed crazily, my chest vibrates with so much laughter. I could feel tears pouring out of my eyes and then blood dripping out of my mouth. “Karma will get you! Even if I die, I will make sure I hunt you! I promise! I will take revenge for my father! I will take revenge for everything you have done to me!” I yelled out powerfully even if I was weak. Then I felt my consciousness blurring, then I heard the voice of my mother-in-law, “Son, make the media aware that she had committed suicide as she couldn't bear the guilt and insults on her infidelity!”~Bianca's POV~The cuffs dug into my wrists, metal pressing against my skin, blood ebbing slowly. My legs trembled where they were bound, spread wide, muscles cramping from both the heels and the position. My chest rose and fell in ragged breaths.I was helpless. Bare. Burning.Damien stood a few feet away, his shirt discarded, exposing inked muscle and arrogance carved into every inch of him. His gaze devoured me—slow, possessive, devastating. No longer the cold, calculating monster in a tailored suit.He was something else now, and I was his offering.He came forward without a word, his palm dragging up the inside of my thigh—teasing, claiming, spreading the slick already glistening there.A whimper escaped my lips, small and broken, but he didn't speak, his silence was its own form of cruelty."You ache," he murmured. "I can smell it."My throat seized as his fingers trailed downward—between the curves of my breasts, along the dip of my waist, until they hovered over the soaked str
Chapter 15: You Are Mine.~Bianca's POV~The room looked like a velvet-covered nightmare.Dark red walls flickered with shadows, and chains shone under the warm lights, sharp and ready. Leather straps hung in neat lines—some thick, some thin—each one hinting at pain or control. A large X-Cross stood at the far wall with straps at each each, surrounded by shelves filled with gags, ropes, cuffs, and clamps, all laid out like they belonged in a shrine to power and submission.It carried the scent of leather and musk. Of power and sin.A red room.Every inch dared me to kneel.My heels sank into a plush carpet, and my chest tightened. This wasn't just a space—it was an invitation and a warning, a place built to strip you down, body and soul.Then I saw Damien standing by a tall mirror, no longer in a suit but in a white shirt, half unbuttoned to reveal golden skin and the sharp cut of his chest. Dark pants clung to his hips, and he was barefoot, at ease.Dangerous. He looked like he belon
~Bianca's POV~The silence in the car had teeth.For five whole minutes, Damien sat across from me, legs crossed, phone in hand, eyes glued to the screen like I wasn't even there. Like he hadn't just detonated my entire life and walked away without a scratch.The air felt thick, not just with tension but with velvet-wrapped control. Power hummed from the leather seats, the dark panels, and the unopened champagne nestled in the console. Every inch of the vehicle whispered: Obey.I didn't move, my jaw locked and shoulders squared, as my gaze lingered on the details, but all I could feel was the pressure building inside me.Then finally, I broke the silence."So now that you've gotten what you wanted… do I get what I asked for?"His thumb paused mid-scroll, and he slowly lowered the phone, eyes lifting to meet mine. A flicker of amusement danced at the corner of his mouth. "Which is?"I clenched my fists. "What I said this morning. At your company. Don't pretend you don't remember."He t
~Damien's POV~I haven't felt this alive in years.Not even when Herman shipped me off to Europe, convinced that military-grade discipline could burn the fire out of me. The cold showers, the brutal drills, and the endless boardroom simulations. All of it meant to scrub away the rage and shape me into something useful.It worked for a while until I saw Bianca Calloway again, and every buried ember roared back to life. First, at the cemetery, where she started rambling—regret, wrong choices, sorrow pouring out like a confession no one asked for. I dropped her off and drove away. I should've left it at that, buried the past, like everyone always says.But then she walked into my meeting.Begging.Asking for help to bring down her husband using my company—my resources. She said Nathan was responsible for her father's death. That he'd ruined everything.That's when it stopped being coincidence.This was opportunity.What were the odds that I'd come back to New York and run into the woman
~Bianca's POV~His breath ghosted across my cheek—warm, steady, and far too intentional.I couldn't move with my back pinned to the marble, Damien's body boxing me in like a wall I couldn't climb. My heart thundered against my ribs, every instinct screaming to run, yet my body refused to obey."What… what are you doing?" I finally asked, my voice more breath than sound.He arched a brow like the question was amusing. "What do you think I'm doing?" he murmured dangerously. "Didn't you offer yourself to me this morning like a common slut?"The word sliced through me, making me flinch. Heat and shame collided inside me, but I forced my chin up. "I did what I had to do," I snapped, "don't mistake that for interest." I shoved at his chest but he didn't budge. "And I haven't agreed to anything yet, so you have no right to corner me like this. Especially at a dinner hosted by my husband."That word—husband—tasted sour.Damien didn't move one bit. He just stared down at me, studying me like a
~Bianca's POV~The chandelier lights shined across the glossy marble floors, painting a soft golden glow over the living room-turned-dining-hall. At the top of the staircase, I stood with my arm threaded through Nathan's. My royal blue silk dress hugged every curve, the fabric whispering elegance and control.Cameras flashed. The press lined the entrance like vultures in designer suits, hungry for scandal. Below, laughter rose and fell over the clinking of glasses.Nathan leaned in, his voice smooth with performative affection. "Smile, darling."I did. Or something close enough.The MC's voice boomed over the soft classical music. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome tonight's gracious hosts—Nathan and Bianca Hayes!"Polite applause erupted as we descended the staircase with poised steps—he, the polished businessman; me, the picture-perfect wife. But only one of us knew the truth behind the mask.The dining table stretched long, dressed in gold-rimmed china, crystal goblets, and silv
~Bianca's POV~I watched him as his eyes opened slowly, and for the briefest second, disbelief cracked through the cold mask he always wore. He neither blinked nor said a word.And I—I had no idea what the hell just came out of my mouth.'I'll give you me.'The words had escaped before I could weigh them. Desperation had hurled them forward. There wasn't time for pride, not with Nathan tightening his leash and watching my every move. Somewhere, buried in the fractured haze of my past life, I remembered this: I'd asked Damien for help before.And he said yes.For one night.And that night?It was the only time I'd ever felt something when someone touched me. Something real. Something alive.Maybe this would be the same. Just one night. A trade. A favor.Worth it."...What did you say?" Damien's voice came low and dangerous.I swallowed. "I said I'll be yours. You can have me. Just help me."Silence fell between us before he suddenly laughed. Loud. Unhinged.The sound tore through the
~Damien's POV~"It's good to have you back, Damien," said Greg, the CFO, nodding stiffly, like expressing any emotion physically pained him.A quiet murmur of agreement followed around the boardroom."That's true," Levinson, Head of Legal, added. "We haven't seen you in years. And now, with Mr. Herman gone… the company needs a figurehead. A real one."That name.Herman.The room might as well have gone silent. I felt the immediate twist, right in my chest.The man who saved me from the edge. Literally. I'd been seventeen and seconds from throwing myself off a bridge when he found me—ripped me back from the ledge, not with kindness, but with brutal honesty that cut deeper than any knife."You want to die over a girl who laughed at you? Pathetic."He didn't sugarcoat things. He didn't offer comfort. He offered purpose. And I took it.Now he was gone. Dead. Buried. And with him, the only man who ever gave a damn when it mattered.Not even Bianca had.Especially not her.My eyes swept acr
~Bianca's POV~Silence.I stared at Dr. Emily, my mouth opening and closing as if I had forgotten how to speak. Then, I burst into laughter."Good one, doc!" I wiped tears from my eyes. "You had me there for a sec."But then I noticed that Dr. Emily's gaze didn't mirror amusement. There was something darker in it. A shadow of guilt. Her face remained solemn, regret evident in her eyes."What?" I leaped to my feet, the chair scraping loudly behind me. I wasn't sure if I was shaking with anger or disbelief. "What the hell do you mean I don't have cancer? Are you telling me that all these years—everything I've lived through—it's all been a lie?"Dr. Emily flinched at my outburst, but she didn't retreat. She remained calm, a quiet sorrow in her eyes."Bianca," she began softly, "Please, just let me explain."My pulse hammered in my ears, and I paced the small office, unable to process the sheer scale of the betrayal. "Explain? You just told me my entire life was based on a lie! How the he