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 POVIts been 6 months now.The air felt different.Lighter.For the first time in a long time… I could breathe without fear sitting in my chest.Recovery hadn’t been easy.The scars remained—some visible, some not.But I was stronger now.Not because I survived.But because I chose to keep living.I stood on the balcony of the estate, the evening sun painting the sky in soft gold and deep orange. The wind brushed gently against my skin, and for once… it didn’t feel like a warning.It felt like peace.“You’re thinking too much again.”I smiled before turning.Damian.He looked… different too.Still powerful. Still dangerous.But softer around the edges when he looked at me.“Am I?” I teased lightly.“Always,” he replied, stepping closer.There was no tension between us now.No walls.Just something steady.Real.“I was just thinking,” I said quietly, “how everything changed.”His
DAMIAN POVThe hospital smelled like antiseptic and fear.I hated it.I hated everything about it.The bright lights.The rushed footsteps.The way time slowed and sped up at the same time.“Elena!” I shouted as they rushed her through the emergency doors.Doctors. Nurses. Hands everywhere.“Gunshot wound—significant blood loss—get the OR ready!”“She’s crashing!”The words hit like bullets.“No—” I grabbed the stretcher before they could pull her away. “You save her.”A doctor stepped in front of me. “Sir, you need to let us—”“Save her,” I repeated, my voice low, shaking with something dangerous. “Or this entire hospital answers to me.”Silence.Tension.Then—“We’re doing everything we can,” he said quickly.They pulled her away.And just like that—She was gone again.The doors to the operating room slammed shut.And I was left outside.Powerless.I ran a hand through my hair, pac
DAMIAN POVShe saved me.The realization hit harder than the bullet wound.Elena.Fighting.Thinking.Moving like she belonged in chaos.Like she had always been this strong.I kept up with her pace, ignoring the pain tearing through my shoulder.“Left!” she said.I didn’t question it.Didn’t hesitate.I followed.Because somehow—She knew.We turned sharply, slipping through a narrow exit just as more gunfire erupted behind us.Cold night air hit my face.Freedom.Almost.Cars screeched in the distance—my men.Right on time.Elena slowed slightly, breath heavy, but her grip on me didn’t loosen.“You came,” she said quietly.I looked at her.Really looked.She wasn’t the same woman who had been chained.She wasn’t afraid.She was fire.“I told you,” I said, voice rough, “I’d find you.”Her eyes softened—but only for a second.Then—“We’re not safe yet.”A small smile tugged at my lips despite everything.“Yeah,” I said.“I noticed.”Behind us—The warehouse doors burst open.Anton ste
DAMIAN POVAnton didn’t move.That was the problem.Men like him—They don’t panic.They don’t rush.They wait.And somehow…They’re always ahead.“You walked right into it,” Anton said, his voice smooth, almost bored.I didn’t lower my gun.“Where is she?”A faint smile curved his lips.“Still asking the wrong question.”My finger tightened slightly on the trigger.“Last chance.”He tilted his head.“You think this ends with bullets?”A click echoed behind me.I stilled.Another one to my left.And then—Several more.My jaw tightened.Surrounded.Of course.Anton stepped forward, hands casually in his pockets.“No matter how powerful you are, Damian… there’s always a blind spot.”My mind was already calculating.Distance.Angles.Targets.I could take three—maybe four—before they got a clean shot.But not all.Not like this.Not if—“Elena,” I muttered under my breath.Anton heard it.And smiled wider.“Yes,” he said softly. “Let’s talk about her.”Rage flared sharp and fast in my c
The warehouse sat too quiet.That was the first thing I noticed.No obvious guards.No visible movement.No noise except the distant crash of waves against metal.Anton was inviting me in.I know you Anton I stepped out of the car slowly, adjusting the cuff of my sleeve like this was just another business meeting—not a rescue mission that could end in blood.“Perimeter?” I asked.“Scattered,” Noah replied through the comms. “Heat signatures inside, but they’re moving irregularly.”Decoys.Or rotating guards.Either way—calculated.I slid my gun into place, movements precise, controlled.“Team A, west entrance. Team B, hold position until I give the signal,” I ordered.“You’re going in first?” Noah asked.“Yes.”A pause.Then, “Understood.”I moved.Every step deliberate. Silent. Focused.The side entrance door was slightly ajar.Of course it was.Anton doesn’t lock doors.He opens them.I pushed it slowly and slipped inside.Dark.Cold.The scent of rust and oil clung to the air.My
ELENA POV The chain finally gave. A soft click. Barely audible. But I felt it. My breath caught as I froze, listening. Nothing. No footsteps rushing in. No alarms. Good. I'm finally free... Slowly—carefully—I twisted my wrist again. The loosened joint shifted just enough. Pain shot through my skin as I forced my hand through the cuff, scraping against metal, biting down hard to keep from making a sound. One more push— And my hand slipped free. I almost laughed. Not out loud. Never out loud. But inside? Fire. I did it. Holy shit.. I actually did it, I said o my self as I sat there to process everything. I didn’t move immediately. That would be stupid. Instead, I stayed exactly where I was, head lowered, breathing shallow—like I was still restrained. Listening. Counting. Steps outside. Three… two… one… Turn. Good. Routine confirmed. I slid my freed hand slowly forward, reaching down to my ankle restraints. These were easier. Less secure. Thirty seconds lat
(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
(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 o
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
(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







