LOGINAXEL’S POVI don’t know what pushed me to do it. Maybe it was the way she barely spoke to anyone all morning. Maybe it was the image of her leaning on her desk, massaging her temples like she was fighting a war inside her skull. Or maybe it was just the fact that no matter how I tried to bury it, I still cared too much.Either way, I found myself walking down the hallway toward her office during lunch break, a food pack in my hand. She didn’t ask me to get it. She didn’t even know I had stepped out. But for the past two weeks, ever since that night Rhea almost died Dami had been wrong. Not just stressed. Just sick, weak and human in a way she had never allowed herself to be. And I hated watching it.The security guard by her door saw me approaching and didn’t even bother to raise a brow. He simply opened the door for me like he had been expecting me.I wasn’t expecting the sight that greeted me.Dami sat behind her desk, her head hanging backward, eyes closed, throat exposed, looking
DOMAN’S POVSteam still clung to my skin as I stepped out of the bathroom, the faint scent of mint from my soap drifting behind me. I ran a towel through my hair, shaking droplets onto the floor as I walked into my room. My body felt lighter after the long shower but my mind was anything but calm.I pulled on a shirt lazily, buttoning only three buttons before pausing. I knew exactly where I wanted to go next.Dami’s room. For some reason, after the chaos of last night, after the guilt of slipping away at dawn and the reality of everything Sophia and I did after that, I just wanted to see her face. Wanted to see how she was holding up. Wanted to be near her.I opened her door quietly and there she was sitting on the bed, back straight but shoulders slightly slumped, staring into nothing. Like she had a hundred thoughts running wild in her head at once. She didn’t even notice me at first not until I drew in a breath.Her eyes flicked up and God, she looked so soft in that moment. Soft
Sophia's povThe house was quiet when I stepped in, late at night, my heels clicking softly against the polished floor. I froze as I saw him sitting in the living room, a glass of red wine in hand, leaning back casually on the sofa. Doman. His presence was magnetic and unnerving at the same time. He looked up slowly, and a smirk curved his lips.“You’re home late,” he said, his voice smooth but with that edge that always kept me alert.“I was just hanging around,” I said softly, trying to sound nonchalant, though my heart was racing.Doman raised a curious brow, leaning forward slightly. “Hanging around or visiting other boyfriends?”I blinked, tilting my head and asked, “And that bothers you?”He chuckled, a dark, low sound that vibrated through the room. “Not like I’m in love with any of them or you. Neither you nor Dami.”His words stung, sharper than I expected. For a moment, I opened my mouth to protest, to say something, but the hurt made me pause. Instead, I sat across from him
Dami’s POV I repeated the words slowly, almost tasting the disbelief on my own tongue. “Doman can never hurt me,” I told Axel as we drove into my compound. “Maybe Rhea, but definitely not me.”Axel didn’t answer immediately. His jaw tightened and he glanced at me with that quiet, unsettling intensity he always had when the topic was Doman.“You trust him too much,” he finally said. “You don’t know half of what my brother is capable of.”I rolled my eyes and looked out through the window. “Please, Axel.. just dead it.”He didn’t respond and I didn’t push it. My gaze traveled across the compound, searching for something or anything familiar. Relief washed through me the moment I saw my car parked outside. I breathed out, my shoulders relaxing slightly for the first time since the attack.“Thank you,” I said quietly as he parked. “For bringing me home. And for saving me.”His voice dragged before forming a reply, like he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say. “It’s nothing, Dami. I’ll see y
Dami's pov“Come here.”The words left Doman’s mouth like a command and it was low, sharp, cutting through the thick air between us. For a second, my breath stalled. My fingers twitched by my sides and I hated how my body still reacted to him at the moment. But I stepped forward anyway.The moment I reached him, his expression softened as if someone had pulled a veil over the storm in his eyes. His hands slid around my waist too gently, too suddenly and he whispered against my ear, “I’m sorry, Dami, I’m so sorry.”My spine stiffened. The shift from rage to tenderness always felt whiplash-fast. I didn’t know where to place the unease swelling in my chest.“I was only jealous,” he murmured, brushing a featherlight kiss down the side of my neck. “I panicked when I didn’t see you.”Jealous was the excuse today.I swallowed and nodded even though the knot in my chest didn’t loosen. “It’s fine,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.He pulled back just enough to cup my face, his thumbs brushi
DOMAN’S POV The morning felt unusually heavy, as though the air itself had decided to sit on my chest. I sat alone in Dami’s living room, fingers loosely wrapped around a mug of lukewarm coffee I’d forgotten to drink. My thoughts wouldn’t settle. They spun, crashed, tangled and refusing to give me a moment of peace.Why hadn’t he called? Why hadn’t she come home? By now, Dami should have returned scared, crying and clinging unto me. That was how the plan was supposed to go. She should have been broken enough to lean on me, vulnerable enough to need me. But the house was quiet. Her room untouched. Her phone unreachable. I dialed the number again but it went to voicemail. My jaw tightened, irritation flaring. “Pick up the damn phone,” I muttered under my breath, pinching the bridge of my nose.The bastard was supposed to have updated me by midnight. Even a text. A hint or something. Not this thick silence that made my mind run wild.Footsteps entered the room, light but confident. Sop
Dami’s POVMy eyes widened as I stared at the laptop screen. My jaw literally dropped, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. The office suddenly felt smaller, hotter like the walls were closing in on me. My palms were slick with sweat as I scrolled through the email again, praying I was seeing wro
DAMI’S POVThe next morning came quietly. Sunlight filtered through the sheer white curtains. I stood before the mirror, buttoning my red silk blouse, trying to convince myself that today would be just another ordinary day at work.My reflection looked composed, even elegant, but beneath it all, a
DAMI’S POVThe movie had just ended, but Rhea and I were still laughing so hard our stomachs ached. We were sitting cross legged on my bed, a bowl of popcorn between us, the room dim except for the warm glow of the TV. The scene we couldn’t stop laughing about was the one where the newlyweds that
Doman’s POVSophia talked like she had been planning this for years. She sat across from me, legs crossed, and her eyes locked on mine as she explained how she thought we should begin. Her voice was calm, too calm for someone plotting another person’s downfall. She looked like she was enjoying it.







