MasukDamien leaned besides Lyriel's ward, phone pressed to his ear as he spoke."Gilbert," he said slowly, "you should check on your father before it’s too late. He might die of a heart attack if he isn’t rushed to the hospital."He didn’t wait for Gilbert to speak. The line went dead before Gilbert could even respond.Damien slid his phone back into his pocket and walked into the quiet room. The soft sound of the heart monitor greeted him, but what made him pause was the sight before him...Lyriel was awake.She was sitting up slightly, her face still pale but her eyes brighter than yesterday. When she saw him, a small smile curved her lips, gentle and full of warmth."Hey," she whispered.Damien’s lips twitched into a smile. He closed the distance between them in quick strides and wrapped his arms around her carefully, afraid to hurt her. She hugged him back, resting her head against his chest."You seem calm," she murmured, studying his face. "Did something happen?""I just thought I sho
The next day, the whole city was filled with breaking news about a series of mysterious attacks.Unknown men were going from place to place, beating people to the point of death.Every headline carried the same story with photos of victims being rushed into hospitals, bodies covered in blood and bruises.No one knew what was going on or who was behind it. And when reporters and detectives went to the hospitals to talk to the victims, every single one of them refused to speak.Their lips trembled, their eyes darted around in fear.They had all been warned."If you say anything," one of the attackers had said, "I’ll make sure you don’t just end up in the hospital. You’ll end up in the grave"That single threat was enough to fill them with fear and no matter what questions were asked, no one dared to open their mouth.Every victim stayed quiet, terrified of what might happen next.****Meanwhile, at the Cruz mansion, Eleanor was already dressed up and ready to go. She planned to visit Gi
The doctor’s words echoed in Damien’s head all over again.."We lost the baby."He didn’t move. He just stood there, frozen in place, staring at the floor as though the world had stopped spinning. His mind went blank. The sound of his heartbeat filled his ears until even that started to fade too.For a moment, he couldn’t even breathe. Then, slowly, his hands started to tremble."Where… where’s Lyriel?" He finally asked, his voice hoarse and shaky.The doctor sighed, looking at him with pity. "She’s unconscious right now, but stable. We managed to stop the bleeding. She needs rest... both physically and emotionally."Damien nodded weakly, not trusting himself to speak again. He moved past the doctor and pushed open the door to Lyriel’s ward.The sight that met him made his chest tighten painfully.Lyriel lay pale and still on the hospital bed, a small oxygen mask over her mouth, her hands lying weakly on the sheets. The machines beside her beeped softly, each sound slicing through Dam
Blood keep dripping slowly from Gilbert’s leg, staining the dusty floor. His groans echoed through the large, dim warehouse. Damien stood over him, silent, his eyes cold and unreadable.With one last glance at Gilbert, Damien turned away and walked toward Lyriel, who sat tied to a chair in the corner. Her hair was messy, her face pale."It’s okay now," he said quietly, kneeling beside her. His hands moved quickly as he untied the ropes cutting into her wrists.When the last knot came loose, he slid one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders, lifting her easily into his arms. She gasped softly, leaning into him as tears filled her eyes.Damien turned to Nicolas, who stood a few feet away watching silently."You know what to do, right?" Damien asked and Nicolas nodded once. Gilbert’s head shot up. "W–what are you doing?" he stammered, trying to crawl backward. "Nicolas, don’t do this… you’ll regret it!"Damien’s cold eyes met his for a brief moment, then without another
Damien stood in front of his car, the message still glowing on his phone. He could feel every pulse of his heartbeat echoing through his veins. His men stood behind him, their faces tense, waiting for his command."Stay here," he said flatly."Boss..." one of them started, but Damien cut him off with a look so cold it shut everyone up immediately."This is personal... This is my fight." he added quietly. "I’ll end this myself."The men exchanged glances but didn’t argue. They simply nodded.Damien tucked the gun at his back pocket and slammed the car door. The evening air was cold, and the road ahead was silent like a grave.For an hour, he sped through the a lonely road, his jaw tight. His hands stayed clenched on the steering wheel the entire time. When he finally pulled up, the place looked like a forgotten building with rusted irons, cracked walls, shattered windows. It was a place that could swallow screams without anyone ever hearing.The moment Damien stepped out of the car, f
When Lyriel regained consciousness, her vision was blurry and her head throbbed where she was struck.She blinked, trying to shake off the dizziness. Her wrists hurt so much from the tight ropes that when she pulled, they dug deeper into her skin. Fear rushed through her, but she forced herself to stay calm.There were five men in the room and they watched her with hard eyes. None of them smiled, none of them made a move to free her.Lyriel swallowed and forced a calm she did not feel. "Let me go," she said, her voice shaking. "If you touch a single hair on my head, Damien will..." The sound of the door opening interrupted her. Afterward, Gilbert stepped in, tall and composed. Her eyes flew wide when she saw him standing near the doorway.He walked slowly to her, and the men straightened beside him. When he reached her, Gilbert did not hesitate. He grabbed a thick handful of her hair and yanked her head back until pain flared along the side of her skull where she had been hit earlier







