INICIAR SESIÓNDamien’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.Damien’s POV: I told myself I shouldn't go back to her room. I stood outside my office, my hands tight. I had checked on her twice already. She was safe. She needed space. But every time I blinked, I saw her faint. I felt her cold body in my arms. My chest felt like it was tearing open. She was scared of me. She hated me. But I kept walking. My feet moved on their own, taking me down the hall. They belonged to her now. I stopped at her door. I forced myself to breathe. If she was resting, I would leave. If she was afraid, I would help. If she looked at me with that fear again… I could handle hate…. But not her fear ,never hers. I opened the door quietly, and there she was. Sitting on the floor, drawing. The lamp made her brown hair glow like honey. She looked so peaceful. My chest eased instantly. Air rushed back into my lungs, like I had been suffocating. She jumped when she saw me. Her eyes went wide… the first fear was always there. It stabbed me. But then she saw it w
Sera’s POV: Hours went by, maybe more. I couldn’t tell the time because this room had no clock. I lay staring at the ceiling, pretending I wasn't trapped. I pretended my body wasn't shaking, remembering Damien's angry voice. The walls felt like they were pushing in on me. Whoever poisoned me was still here, smiling, watching, waiting. My heart would not calm down. A soft knock made me jump. The door opened and Damien walked in, holding two boxes. He didn't speak. He just put the first box on my bed, then the second. I moved away fast when his hand came close. He saw it and paused. Then he stepped back slowly. I looked at the boxes. My fingers trembled as I opened the lid….. paint brushes, pencils, my sketchbooks. Everything they had taken from me. My throat closed up. I couldn’t look at him. What could I even say? Thanks for kidnapping me and giving me my stuffs? “They were in storage,” Damien finally said. “Luca said you fought to keep them.” I swallowed hard. “I thou
Damien’s POV: I could still feel the fear in her body even after I stepped out of the room. The memory of her shaking fingers and terrified eyes stuck to my mind. When she looked at me, she was always afraid and it hurt me even though I hated to admit it. But right now, I had to focus on who poisoned her. Someone tried to poison her in my house and under my watch. ————- I walked into the main hall where my men stood. They were silent and didn't know why I called them. “Everyone who works in the kitchen,” I said. “Step forward.” Five people moved out nervously. I studied their faces, their moves. “Who touched the bride’s food?” My voice was low. No one answered, Luca stepped next to me. “Speak. Now.” One man swallowed hard. “W-We all helped… “ “Answer the question.” They flinched as I walked closer. My eyes were locked on them like a weapon. “Who was the last person to carry her tray?” A young maid raised her head slowly. “I… I took it up, sir.” I st
Sera’s POV: The first thing I felt was heat. It wrapped me up, like a heavy blanket. My eyes moved, but I couldn't see clearly. The room was spinning. Where was I? I tried to sit up. A sharp pain hit my head, and I fell back down, gasping. Then I heard voices close by, not loud, but serious. “…not just lack of water. The results show drugs.” My heart stopped beating for a second. I tried to listen harder. Damien. That was Damien's voice, rough with pure anger. “How did someone poison her here? In my house?” he shouted “We are checking everyone,” Luca said. “They didn't want her dead fast. Just weak. To make her easy to move or… kill later.” A cold sickness ran through me. What did he mean kill later? My fingers moved on the sheets. I tried to yell, but my throat was dry, and no sound came out. Damien spoke again, quieter… but much scarier. “I will tear that person apart with my hands.” It wasn't a yell. It was a promise. The voices came closer. I heard foot
Damien’s POV: “Sera!” I caught her before she hit the floor. Her body went completely soft and heavy in my arms. No sound. No warning. Just sudden weakness. Her head fell on my chest. Her skin felt hot and wet. Fear shot through me like a bullet. Not again, not tonight, not her. I lifted her easily and put her back on the bed. I was afraid to even shake her gently. “Sera,” I whispered, moving her hair back. “Open your eyes.” There was no response. Her chest moved, but her breaths were small and uneven. Panic rose in me, but I kept my voice steady. “Luca!” I shouted. “Get the doctor. Now.” Luca rushed in, his eyes wide when he saw her. “What happened?” he asked. “She passed out again,” I snapped. “Where is the doctor?” “Coming fast.” “Make him faster.” Luca ran out immediately. I touched Sera’s cheek. Her skin was too hot. It scared me. Her eyelids moved once, but she didn’t wake up.This wasn’t right. Fainting before was just shock. But this time? This sud
Sera’s POV: I woke up with a sharp choke, like someone had thrown me in ice water. I didn't know where I was. For a moment I thought I was still in the chapel… the promises, Damien's voice, the world turning black. My chest hurt. When I finally woke clearly, I was in a huge, soft bedroom. The bed was dark and warm. A fire crackled in the corner. The air was too soft, too calm. Then I saw him. Damien sat across the room. He was staring at me, hard. He looked like he hadn't moved at all. My heart started running in my chest. “Easy,” he said quietly. “Don’t talk to me,” I snapped, crawling backward until the wall hit my back. He kept staring. He just studies me calm, controlled like he can see the panic through me. “You passed out.” I swallowed, trying to think. My wedding dress was gone. I was now wearing a silk nightgown I didn't know. Panic hit me. “Who touched me?” I asked sharply. “I did,” Damien replied, calm but solid. “You couldn't breathe. Your dress was too ti







