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His confrontation
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2026-05-07 21:10:19
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Running Away To My Forgotten Heir His confrontation
Gina’s POV:The door clicked shut behind Damon.I stood there. Alone. With him.The chairman didn't move from his spot behind the desk. Didn't offer me a seat. Didn't speak. He just looked at me—his eyes old and cold and patient. Like he had all the time in the world. Like I was a clock he was waiting to stop ticking.I didn't sit. Didn't speak. Didn't breathe too loud.The silence stretched. Thick. Heavy. The kind of silence that fills a room before something breaks."You look like him, you know," he said finally.I didn't ask who."Evan." He said the name like it cost him nothing. "He had your eyes. That fire. That stubbornness." He tilted his head. "That was his problem. He couldn't let things go."My hands clenched at my sides."You were there, weren't you?" His voice was soft. Almost gentle. Like he was asking about the weather. "That night. When he died."My heart stopped."I don't—""You don't have to lie." He raised a hand. Cut me off without touching me. "I'm not asking as yo
Running Away To My Forgotten Heir Behind the walls
Damon’s POV: The moment he called her back, I already knew she'd have a very hard and tough day.I'd been trying to remain between them—Gina and my father. Buffer. Shield. Wall. If they kept crossing paths, things might get out of hand. Things Gina shouldn't know. Facts my father shouldn't see. At all.Miss Kate led me to the office and stopped at the door. She gestured for me to enter alone. I nodded. Stepped inside.The room was vast. Not in the way of wealth—in the way of loneliness. High ceilings that didn't need to be that high. Walls painted a shade of gray that cost more than most people's rent but somehow still felt cold. The floor was dark hardwood, polished to a mirror shine, reflecting nothing warm.I walked closer to the table.It was massive. Dark mahogany. The surface was bare except for a crystal glass paperweight, a leather-bound notepad, and a single pen—black, heavy, expensive. Nothing personal. No photographs. No clutter. No sign that anyone actually lived in this
Running Away To My Forgotten Heir First day at work
Gina’s POV:The Kings Tower was as tall as ever. The kind of building that has those humble walls, shining glass sheets all over and wide grounds that covered about a half acre. Even though many lot of atrocities were always going on in the inside.The long limo stopped in front of the building and I leaned forward. “Whoa,” I breathed, taking in the sight of the invisible battle behind the walls of the skyscraper before me.Damon came out of the car from the other side. Dressed in a white shirt, a black jacket and a long overcoat. His hair was slicked back with an effortless wave and his jaw was shape into a strong square. The gold in his eyes burned brighter and he looked more of a gentleman than a man who would sign a stranger into a marriage.He walked closer to the door beside my seat. My heart hammered in my chest, the time had come for me to live as a bride that I wasn’t—and never would be. All that just for revenge and protection. But I didn’t care, I was ready to get it my w
Running Away To My Forgotten Heir The beginning of the end
Damon’s POV:I didn't sleep.Not because of the chair. The chair was fine. Hard, but familiar. I'd slept in worse places—floors, cars, alleyways when I was young and had nowhere else to go. No, the chair wasn't the problem.She was.The way she'd looked at me in the garden when my father spoke. Like she was seeing me for the first time. Not the man who saved her. Not the man with the contract. Just... me. And she hadn't liked what she saw.That look followed me into the dark.I sat by the window long after her breathing evened out. The moon moved across the sky. Slow. Indifferent. The garden below shifted from silver to black to gray as the hours bled away.At some point, I stopped watching the garden and started watching her.She slept on her side, facing the empty space between us. One hand stretched across the mattress. Toward me. Or toward the place where I should have been. I couldn't tell which. Her lips were parted. Her forehead was smooth. In sleep, she looked younger. Unburde
Running Away To My Forgotten Heir The warning!!
Gina’s POV:I looked straight into his evil eyes that felt like poison to my sight, but I couldn’t just let go.The silence in the garden thickened and the bouquet I was holding felt heavy, my hand shaking lightly underneath.Damon held me, maybe meaning to calm me down but my trust in him was already fading out—I unfortunately couldn’t find the calmness from his grip.The chairman cleared his throat and grasped the microphone again, but still doesn’t say anything. Like what he was telling me was the silence.“Your husband here,” he said finally. “Damon is my long lost son but now I am giving him a chance.”Damon nodded slightly and I looked quickly at Jax to catch the expression on his face. It was bitter.“As a good wife that you are meant to be, Gina. You must stand by him and support him.” He faced me now. “Is that okay?”“Yes,” I said quickly and loudly and he dropped the mic.The silence in the garden disappeared as the chairman left the mic for the officiant and other activitie
Running Away To My Forgotten Heir The wedding
Gina’s POV:I tightened the laces on the wedding dress and swallowed hard.I didn't even know the feeling running inside me. Damon had assured me of protection, but he'd been acting strangely lately. I didn't know what to trust. His words or his actions.Nadia, my friend, once told me to believe in people's behavior when it differs from their words; that way, you survive.But if I went by his behavior, I should be running away again. From him. From the marriage. From his so-called protection. But something in me was waiting. I didn't know why. Maybe because of Evan. Or maybe something else.But he could be using Evan's name to trap me—Kings men loved controlling people through their weaknesses."That's perfect," Nadia said from behind.I spun around. That smile hung on her face. She didn't even call to say she was coming."Don't you scold me for not telling you beforehand," she said quickly, walking toward me.She pulled me into a hug."No," I whispered as the loneliness in me loosene
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