MasukDamien’s POV:
Just before Sera could answer, the big doors of the ceremonial hall are swung open. The priest walked in, he was dressed in black. He is one of the few men I still trust. He looked calm, but he was worried. He looked at Sera and his face softened with concern. Then he looked at me and gave me a nod that said; “I see the mess you’ve created.” “Ready?” he asked softly. Sera jumped and grabbed her dress. “No,” she whispered. “Yes,” I said at the same time. She snapped her head up, furious and scared. She breathed fast and stepped far away from me, she looked heartbroken. And God it destroys me. Her fear cuts deeper than any knife and it hurts me so much. “I don’t want this,” she whispered. “I know.” “Stop it then.” “I can’t.” Her eyes narrowed. “You mean you won’t.” She was right. I won’t stop not because I want to trap her, not even because of the debt or my empire but because if I do…, I’ll lose her again. The priest moved closer. “Please, come here.” Sera shook her head hard. “No.. wait..” “Sera,” I said, taking a step. She gasped and stepped back, her breathing was getting too fast and shallow. “It ends soon,” I told her. “That doesn’t help,” she snapped. “I didn’t mean it to.” Her chest rises and falls in panic. She sucks in air too fast. She looks so scared and helpless. Every thought and instinct in me wants to pull her into my arms, but I don’t. I can’t. I’ve wanted her for twelve years, and wanting her is the most dangerous part of this. “Walk over here,” I said quietly. She didn’t move. I held out my hand, but I didn't touch her. She looked at my hand like it was a blade, then she looked at my face slowly. Her voice was small but sharp. “I hate you.” It cut me deep but I didn’t flinch. “You can hate me later,” I replied. “Just stand by me now.” Her lips trembled. Then bravely, stupidly and beautifully she steps closer. She refuses my hands but she comes to my side. Good girl. _____ The priest started speaking the wedding words fast. Sera was trembling, looking at the floor. But I couldn’t stop looking at her. Every swallow, every shaky breath… I watched it all, like a man starving. “…to take this woman as your lawful wife” “I do,” I said before he finished. Sera jumped, shocked. The priest looked nervous. “And do you, Sera Hale…” “No.” Her voice shakes like she’s barely holding herself up. “I won’t say yes. I refuse.” The priest looked between us, confused. “Mr. Vescari—” “Give her a second,” I said. I turned to her and lowered my head to look her in the eye. “Sera,” I whispered, “your answer changes nothing tonight.” She was shaking. “Why make me say it then?” “Because….” My voice becomes lower “I want you to hear my vow. And I want you to hear yourself bind me to you.” I said softly. “And I want to hear you tie me to you.” Tears ran down her cheeks. “Why?” she whispered. “Why do you care so much?” My chest tightened painfully. “Because twelve years ago, you disappeared,” I said, my voice rough. “And losing you destroyed me.” Her eyes got wide. “I didn’t know you then.” “You knew enough,” I said. “And I knew everything I needed to know.” She trembled. “I don’t get it.” “You will,” I whispered. “Later.” She shook her head. “I can’t marry you.” “Yes, you can.” I lowered my voice again. “And you will. Because the second you say the words, no one can touch you.” She froze. “Your aunt planned to kidnap you,” I told her quietly. “Your dad was almost killed. Someone gave away your location. Someone wants you dead.” Her face went completely white. “If you walk out of here not married,” I continued, “you will die before you can hate me properly.” Her legs almost gave out. I made myself not reach for her. Not until she chose me. “Sera,” I said gently, “Say it.” Her voice was almost nothing. “I… do.” It was enough. The priest let out a breath. “Good. With these promises—” “Wait,” Sera whispered, turning to me. “Your promises? You said you wanted me to hear them.” The room went silent again. I stepped closer. Closer still, until I could feel her shaking. “My vow is simple,” I say, my voice low, obsessive and unbreakable. “I will protect you with my life.” “I will find who wants you dead.” “And I will destroy anyone who touches you, even if it’s someone you love.” She swayed slightly. “And Sera…” I leaned in so close my breath touched her ear. “I will never let you disappear again.” The priest quickly finished the words. “…you are now husband and wife.” Sera’s eyes blinked slowly, then they rolled back. Her whole body fell. I caught her before she hit the floor and lifted her into my arms. Her skin was cold and her breath was tiny. “Sera.” I shook her gently. “Sera.” She didn’t wake up. Luca swore, the priest panicked and the guards tensed up. And in the cold silence, a sharp, terrible fear hit me My wife had just passed out in my arms.POV: DamienI could still feel the heat from last night. As we sailed across the sea, I could still feel the weight of Sera’s body against mine from the night before. The way the red emergency lights on the yacht illuminated on her petite body, and the way she had looked me in the eye and taken control. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white. That memory was the only thing keeping me sane. "Damien?" Sera’s voice was soft, breaking through my thoughts. She was huddled in her coat, her face looked pale."We’re almost there," I said, forcing my voice to stay steady. "I promise."I looked down at Sera as she moved closer and curled against my chest in the small cabin"We’re ten miles out, boss," Luca’s voice crackled over the ship's intercom. "Time to move."Soon, the yacht stopped at the mainland. We moved our gear from the boat to a heavy, armored transport truck hidden in a cave close to the sea.Sera sat in the passenger seat, staring out at the cliffs. Ev
POV: Damien The yacht sailed through the sea, there were no lights, just the faint green glow of the moon on the water. The island was already gone behind us, ahead was the mainland. Everyone was finally asleep. Gideon was tucked into a bunk in the lower cabin, his body exhausted from the sudden move. Luca and Marrow were trading shifts, staring at thermal screens, waiting for any movement that meant the Council were closing in. I was in the main cabin, staring at a digital map of the mountain range we were heading toward. My hands were steady, but my mind was a mess. I’d pulled her out of one hell only to drop her straight back into another. I’d promised her peace, all I had given her was a different kind of war. The cabin door hissed open. Sera stood there, wrapped in a dark sweater that was far too big for her. The red emergency lights carved shadows under her cheekbones and across her collarbones. She didn’t look frightened, there was this hardness in her eyes, that made b
Damien’s pov:The morning on the island started like any other. The sun was warm against the white sand, and the sound of the waves was rhythmic, it almost made me believe in a world without shadows.Sera was in the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee and tropical fruit filling the air. She was humming a song her mother used to sing, I was standing on the edge of the dock, my eyes were fixed on a small, black bird circling in the sky. My satellite phone, the one I had sworn never to turn back on, buzzed once in my pocket. It was a one-way signal from Luca. A "code red" that bypassed every firewall I had built.I pulled the device out. There were no words, only a single image: a photo of the message Silas had left on the prison wall.THE BIRD HAS NO WINGS, DAMIEN.My grip on the phone tightened until the casing creaked. The peace hadn't just been broken; it had been shattered. The "Ghost" protocol had hidden me from the Council, but it hadn't hidden me from the man who knew my soul.I
Third person pov:In Cell 402, Silas was waiting. He had been in the jumpsuit for four days. To anyone watching the security cameras, he looked defeated. He sat on the edge of his cot with his head bowed, and his hands resting limply in his lap. But beneath that calm exterior, Silas was counting. He was counting the seconds between the guard rotations, the intervals of the camera sweeps, and the heartbeats of the men who thought they were his masters. He knew that loyalty in his world was a lie. People didn't follow leaders because of respect; they followed them because of fear or greed. And Silas was a master of both. He had spent a decade weaving a web of secret favors and blackmail that extended even into the darkest corners of the Council’s private guard.The breakout started with a sneeze.Down the hallway, a guard named Miller reached up to rub his nose. Miller was twenty-four, a former soldier who had taken the Council’s paycheck because it was better than the meager pension t
Third person pov:The Council’s high-security prison was a cold, underground fortress made of white stone and reinforced steel. There were no windows, no clocks, and no sounds except for the hum of the air vents.In the center of the most secure cell sat Silas. He wasn't wearing his expensive silk suits anymore. He was in a plain gray jumpsuit, his hands and feet shackled to the floor. But even in chains, he didn't look like a prisoner. He sat with his back straight, a calm, bored expression on his face.On the other side of the thick glass stood the three members of the High Table. They were older men and women who stayed in the shadows, pulling the strings of the world. To them, Silas wasn't just a criminal, he was an embarrassment."You went rogue, Silas," the lead Councilman said, his voice echoing through the speakers. "You kidnapped an asset’s family for your own petty games. You cost us millions in damages, and now, our best weapon, Damien, is gone because of you."Silas tilted
POV: DamienThe pre-dawn light was a cold, sickly blue, filtering through the small window of the villa’s back room. My skin was still humming, sensitized by the memory of the night before. Even as I stood over the glowing screens of my equipment, I could still feel the weight of Sera’s body against mine. I could still smell the jasmine in her hair and the faint, sweet scent of her skin that seemed to have bonded to my own.I closed my eyes for a second, letting the memory wash over me. I remembered the way she had looked at me in the dark with her eyes wide and trusting, even as we both knew the world was ending outside our door. I remembered the soft, broken sounds she made when I moved inside her, the way she clung to me. Being with her like that... was a surrender. For a few hours, I wasn't a killer or a target. I was just a man who loved a woman. I wanted to stay in that bed forever. I wanted to wake up with her every morning for the next fifty years and forget that I ever kn







