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.
ELENA POV He kissed me again. Not careful. Not restrained. It wasn’t soft this time — it was claiming. It was promise. It was something that made my knees weak and my heart feel too big for my chest. His hand tightened at my waist, pulling me closer. For one reckless second, I forgot about Anton. About the war. About everything. And then— BOOM. The entire mansion shook. The sound wasn’t thunder. It was closer. The windows rattled. A sharp cracking noise split through the air as one of the tall glass panels shattered inward. I screamed. Damian’s body moved before I could think. He spun, pulling me down with him as shards of glass sprayed across the marble floor. “Stay down!” he barked. Another explosion—this one farther away. Alarms began blaring instantly. My ears rang. “What is happening?!” I gasped. Every where was like a blur as I look around. Damian’s arm was locked around me, shielding my head with his body. “Targeted blast,” he said tightly. “Controlled.
ELENA POV The mansion was quiet for once. Too quiet. The storm outside tapped softly against the tall glass windows, rain sliding down in silver streaks. Damian had just finished another tense call in his office, but when he stepped out and saw me standing near the fireplace, something in his expression softened. “You should be resting,” he said. “You should be sleeping,” I replied. A faint huff of amusement escaped him. We stood there for a moment. Just looking at each other, feeling each other's warmth but not touching each other... oh my gosh... my heart will not burst out of my chest. Since the hospital… since the confession… something had changed. The space between us felt thinner. Charged. “Are you still afraid?” I asked quietly. “Of Anton?” he said. “Of us.” That made him still. He walked toward me slowly, like approaching something fragile. “I’m not afraid of what I feel,” he said lowly. “Then what are you afraid of?” His hand lifted, hesitated in the air nea
ELENA POV The room felt different after his confession. Not lighter. But clearer. Like the fog between us had finally lifted. Damian still held my hand, though I wasn’t sure he realized it. His thumb brushed absentmindedly against my knuckles, slow, grounding, almost like he was checking that I was real. My heart is all I can hear at this moment and its not out of panic but a different feeling that I am starting to accept. “You chose me,” I repeated softly. His jaw tightened slightly. “I would do it again.” there my heart goes again... There was no arrogance in his voice. No dominance. Just certainty. The kind that makes your chest ache. “Even if it costs you everything?” I asked. He finally looked at me fully. “It already has.” Something in my heart shifted. All this time I thought he controlled everything. That he stood above it all — untouchable. But sitting here now, he didn’t look untouchable. He looked human. And tired. “Damian,” I whispered. He leaned closer
The hospital room was quiet.Too quiet.The fire had taken the edge off my anger, but it hadn’t taken away the questions. If anything, it made them heavier.Damian stood by the window, city lights reflecting off the glass. His shoulders looked broader somehow — like he carried something invisible and crushing. I wonder what weight he carries in his life, I thought.“You said this started years ago,” I said softly. “Before my father.”He didn’t turn around immediately.“Yes.”“Tell me.”Silence.Then a slow exhale.“You’re not going to like what you hear.”“I already don’t like what I don’t know.”That made him glance back at me. His eyes looking so distant and cold.After a moment, he pulled the chair closer to my bed and sat down. Close enough that I could see the tension in his jaw.“Anton and I weren’t always enemies,” he began.My stomach dropped.“What?”“We were partners.”The word felt wrong. D
A BACK STORY OF HOW IT ALL STARTED...It wasn't always like this you know..Years ago, before Elena. Before Thomas’s debt. Before the fire. Damian Blackwood and Anton Varesco were not enemies. They were allies. Not friends. Allies. After Damian’s parents were murdered in a corrupt trade deal, he inherited Blackwood Industries at twenty-three. He was young. Angry. Ruthless. Anton was older. Smarter. Already building an underground empire through weapons smuggling, shipping routes, and political bribery. They met over a territorial dispute. Instead of fighting, they negotiated.Damian controlled legal logistics and international shipping ports.Anton controlled the black market routes moving through them.It was simple:Damian kept his public image clean.Anton moved goods through hidden channels.Both profited. It was really good times for them.For three years, their alliance was untouchable.Money flowed.Enemies disappeared.No one questioned Blackwood’s expansion.But Da
(Anton POV) Fire is a language. A lot of people think it destroys and burns everything. But fire speaks. It tells you who is afraid. Who runs. Who comes back screaming. I watched the smoke rise from the coastline through the tinted glass of my car and smiled. Damian Blackwood came running. Of course he did. He always does. The man is literally predictable. “Was the message delivered?” I asked calmly. “Yes, sir,” my man replied from the front seat. “She survived.” Good. Just what I wanted. I wasn’t trying to kill the girl. Not yet anywys. I leaned back, swirling the drink in my hand as memories surfaced—old ones. Bloody ones. Damian Blackwood likes to pretend he’s untouchable. That his empire makes him king. But kings fall the same way everyone else does. Through their heart.And Elena Lawson?She is his.I first heard her name years ago.Thomas Lawson.A foolish man with a soft spine and a daughter he loved more than his own life. He came to me when he was desperate—







