LOGINThe night should have ended after the gala, but Damian stayed in his study, phone pressed to his ear. I lingered outside the half-open door, curiosity outweighing caution.
“…she’s safer with me,” Damian was saying, his voice clipped. “They won’t dare touch her if she carries my name.”
A pause. A lower tone. “Yes. I know they’ll try. Let them.”
My blood chilled. Who was he talking about? Who was they?
When the call ended, I slipped away, heart hammering. Damian found me minutes later in the hallway. His gaze narrowed. “Eavesdropping?”
“I—I wasn’t,” I stammered, backing away. Shit, I was caught.
But he caught my chin, tilting my face up to his. “If you want answers, Elena, ask me directly. But be prepared to hear truths you won’t like.”
My breath Halted. “What are you hiding?”
His lips curved into a shadow of a smile. “You’ll find out soon enough. Just stay close to me.”
And for the first time, I realized: Damian wasn’t just my captor. He was a man at war—and somehow, I was the weapon keeping him alive.
Few days passed after the auction and since then, I have refused to sleep in the same room with him. Okay, let’s do a recap. On the night of the auction after we had dinner he wanted me to sleep in the same room but I put my foot to the ground saying that if he doesn’t give me another room to sleep in, I will run away again and but he assured me that even if I ran, he will still find me, uhggg what an annoying sexy fellow, wait why am I thinking that he is sexy? Snap out of it Elena. So after what felt like eternity, he finally agreed for me to sleep in a different room on one condition, every morning when we see each other I have to give him a peg on the cheeks. It took me everything in my power not to smack him on the face, who am I kidding, I couldn’t even if I wanted to; his is a rock! And I am sure he can’t feel any pain.
(End of recap)
So here I was sipping my sweet morning coffee and enjoying the view, he really picked a good penthouse, when I heard someone cough from beside me, holy shit when did he get here. “You nearly scared me half to death” I said holding my chest and looking at him with venom eyes. He just stood there looking at me with an eye brow raised and a smirk on his face that I wish I can wipe off, “I believe you owe me something every morning” he said.
“And what if I don’t do it?” I said, with the look on his face, I already know that I am tasting his patience. I love it!
“Don’t taste me this morning Elena” he said, I just rolled my eyes and I was about to walk out on him when in a blink of an eye, I saw myself staring at sweaty, sexy looking chest. Uh oh, I’m in trouble now.
“A deal is a deal Elena, unless you want me to carry you and lock you inside my room and do so many unthinkable things to you” he said. My eye widened, my cheeks so red you could fry an egg on it, I quickly went on my tippy toes and gave him a peg on the cheeks and immediately ran to the kitchen. All I can hear is his laughter across the room, sneaky bastard.
“So what will I be doing all day since you don’t want me to go out?” I asked him as he was about to enter the elevator,
“I’m not saying that you can’t go out, all I said was the two bodyguards that I have assigned to you will be with you all the time” he said, “that’s the whole point, I don’t want bodyguards following me like I am going to run away, a deal is a deal, I am not running anymore” I said.
“Trust me, that is the least of my worries because I will still find you no matter where you go, it is just for your safety, you are with me now and I would not want anyone to lay a hand on you. Ok, how about this, dinner tonight by 8?” he said. All my insides are jumping right now but I keep my cool on the outside, “yeah sure, whatever” I said folding my hands and looking anywhere but his eyes. He laughs and gives me a peg on the cheek before the elevator doors finally close. OMG OMG OMG, dinner with Damion, whoa it is now this is dawning on me, my eye widened, my mind is in a turmoil. WHAT DO I WEAR!!!!. Just when I was about to have a heart attack from thinking, the elevator door opens and in come in 2, might I say handsome, mighty looking guys, I mean these guys could squeeze me and throw me into the trash.
“Good morning Ms. Elena, are you okay? You look like you are not breathing” oh shit, the noticed. “Uhh… yes yes I am fine, sorry about that” I said looking down with my hands behind my back and my face red like a tomato.
Okay let me give you rain check of why I almost fainted just from looking at this men. They look so much alike and so I’m guessing they are brothers. They introduced themselves as Antonio and Christopher. Antonio has blonde long hair that is tied in a bon, striking grey eyes, light skin, broad shoulders, while Christopher has black hair with deep deep blue eyes like the ocean and is built the same as his brother, but none of them comes close to Damian, with his chiseled jur line, skin so smooth, black eyes that screams danger but has a touch of tenderness in them for those that he loves, slender but then broad shoulders that I will want to climb on like a monkey and just…. Okay Elena back to earth stop, thinking about that.
“Umm… Ms. Elena? Hello earth to Ms. Elena” Antonio said
“Oh uhh, sorry about that, what were you saying” great caught in the act again.
“I was saying that Mr. Damian gave us orders to accompany you to the mall for shopping, he also said we should give you this” Antonio said. My heart nearly jumped out of my body once I saw the cards given to me, a gold and black platinum card, how rich is this dude? An evil grin formed on my face “boys... let’s go shopping” I said, they both had a look of horror in their eyes because they know that this is about to be a long day.
I woke up coughing, my throat burning, my body shaking uncontrollably. Damian was there. Holding me. His arms were tight around me, his face pale, eyes wild with fear. something in me shifted just for a little bit. “You came,” I whispered. “Of course I did,” he said hoarsely. “There was never a world where I wouldn’t.” Tears slid down my face. “I almost—” My voice broke. “I know,” he said softly, pressing his forehead to mine. His body hugging mine felt like a safe space “But you didn’t.” I clutched his shirt weakly. “They did this,” I whispered. “Didn’t they?” His jaw hardened. “Yes.” “For you?” “For us,” he corrected quietly. I swallowed hard. “Damian… I didn’t know where else to go.” His arms tightened. “You never run alone again,” he said, voice trembling with suppressed rage. “Never.” As I drifted back into unconsciousness, I realized something terrifying. Running away hadn’t saved me. Damian had.Beep Beep Beep... I woke up to t
(Damian POV)I knew something was wrong the moment the house went quiet.Too quiet.Where is she?“Elena?” I called, striding down the hallway.No answer.My gut twisted violently.Please tell me it is not what im thinking. I thought, as i walked down the hall.I reached her door and knocked once.Then again.“Elena.”Nothing.I shoved the door open.Empty.The room looked torn apart—drawers open, clothes missing, the balcony doors wide open.My blood ran cold.“Noah!” I roared.He was there instantly.“She’s gone.”The words tasted like failure.Security alarms blared seconds later.“She climbed down,” one guard shouted. “South garden. Cameras lost her at the side gate.”I snapped.“LOCK DOWN THE CITY.&rdqu
(Elena POV)I didn’t stop running until my lungs burned.The hallway blurred past me, my heartbeat thundering so loudly it drowned out everything else. I slammed my bedroom door shut and locked it, pressing my back against it as if Damian himself might burst through.My head is spinning.I couldn’t breathe.The folder.The lies.The silence. Why did he lie to me? Or was it a lie? My thought process was no working at the moment.My hands shook as I shoved clothes into a bag—anything, everything. I didn’t care if it matched. I didn’t care if I forgot things. I just needed out.Out of his mansion.Out of his control.Out of the fear curling in my chest. Out of his life.He ruined my family.Or maybe he didn’t.That uncertainty was worse than the truth.Tears streamed down my face as I grabbed my phone. No signal. Of course. The walls here swallowed freedom whole.I wiped my face roughly and moved to the balcony. The night air hit me, cold and sharp. Below, the garden stretched into dark
(Elena POV)I carried the documents to Damian’s office, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out my thoughts.He was on the phone, issuing orders, fury dripping from each word.“No one gets in or out without my authorization—”“Damian,” I interrupted, voice shaking, “we need to talk.”He froze at the sight of the papers in my hand. So he knows what I’m holding, I thought“Elena.”His voice dropped. “Put those down.” He looked that he had seen a ghost and he just kept on looking at the folder.“No,” I said, surprising us both. “Tell me the truth.”He closed the distance between us with slow, controlled steps. Stand your ground Elena, I said to myself as he drew closer.“That folder is not for your eyes.”“But it’s about my father!” I snapped, tears burning my eyes. “And you. And debts. And destruction.”His expression tightened painfully.“Elena, listen—”“Did you ruin my family?”My voice cracked on the last word.His silence was sharp. Cutting.“Tell me!” I begged.“Elena,” he sa
(Elena POV)Later that evening, Noah guided me to the guest lounge while Damian handled “internal matters.”Which I assumed meant interrogations, threats, or worse.I wandered into a nearby study—just to escape my thoughts—and that’s when I saw it.A folder.Black. Unlabeled.Resting on the desk like it wanted me to find it.Something tugged at me. Familiarity?Or fear?I opened it.The first page hit me like a truck.“Lawson Debt Agreement — Blackwood Industries.”My father’s name.Damian’s signature.Dates that made no sense.“No…” I choked.The documents detailed financial pressure, default notices, corporate buyouts… and losses my father never told me about.To me, it looked like proof—proof that Damian destroyed my father’s business.My breathing hitched.A shadow fell across the table.I turned to see a man I didn’t recognize leaning against the doorway.“Well,” he said smoothly, “looks like you found the truth.”My chest tightened. “Who are you?”He smirked.“Someone who cares
(Elena POV)By late afternoon, the mansion filled with tension so thick it felt like smoke.Men walked fast. Phones rang endlessly. Damian barked orders in low, deadly tones.Whatever Anton had done… it wasn’t small. Who really is this guy and why is everyone running like headless chicken because of him.I sat on the staircase, unnoticed, until I caught Damian’s voice erupting from his office.“—don’t lie to me. He was in my city. That means someone gave him access.”A deep voice responded through the phone speaker, muffled but angry.“We’re dealing with a ghost, Blackwood. Anton moves silently.”“He doesn’t move silently,” Damian spat. “He moves with permission.”Silence.I inched closer.Damian slammed his hand on the desk. “Someone is betraying me.”My heart jumped.A traitor?Inside his circle?“Strengthen surveillance. Freeze accounts. I want every border checkpoint monitored. If Varesco breathes in my territory, I want to know.”He hung up and finally noticed me.His voice sof







