Lina sat on the edge of her bed, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. Her bruises had started to heal, but the pain Damian had caused her was still fresh in her mind. She stared at the reflection in the mirror across the room, her face pale and her eyes hollow.“He doesn’t love me,” she muttered under her breath, her voice filled with bitterness. “He never will.”Her mind raced as she thought about Aurora. Even in a coma, Aurora was the only thing Damian seemed to care about. And now there was news of the child. A child that wasn’t hers. A child that belonged to the woman Damian loved.Lina’s lips curled into a bitter smile as she whispered, “Aurora. Always Aurora. Even when she’s not here, she’s the one he thinks about.”She stood up abruptly, pacing the room. Her thoughts were dark, twisting and turning as anger and jealousy consumed her. She had married Damian thinking she could win his heart, thinking she could make him forget Aurora. But instead, she was nothing more than a tro
Damian pushed open the front door of his mansion, his steps heavy and uneven. Blood stained his shirt, a gash across his arm, and his knuckles were bruised and raw. He winced slightly as the pain shot through his body, but his expression remained hard. The dim lighting of the hallway cast shadows across his face, making him look even more menacing than usual.Lina appeared at the top of the staircase, her eyes widening as she saw him. She hurried down the steps, her bare feet silent against the polished marble floor.“Damian!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of concern and fear. “What happened to you? What have you done?”He didn’t answer her. Instead, he walked past her, his focus on getting to his study.“Damian!” Lina called again, rushing after him. She grabbed his arm, her touch light but desperate. “You’re hurt! Let me help you!”Damian stopped abruptly, his head turning to glare at her. His piercing gaze made her flinch, but she didn’t let go of his arm. “What did yo
The air was thick with tension as Damian stood face-to-face with Lucas. His gun was still aimed at Lucas, the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders. His men surrounded him, weapons drawn, ready for whatever would come next. Lucas’s men, too, stood poised, waiting for the first move. Damian could feel the anger bubbling beneath the surface. This had gone on long enough. It was time to end it.Lucas, still on the ground, grimaced from the pain in his leg but managed to smile cruelly. "You think you can win this?" he taunted. "You’re outnumbered. You’re a fool if you think you can walk away from this alive."Damian’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t flinch. "You’re the fool, Lucas," he said coldly. "You’ve crossed a line. And now you’re going to pay for it."Before Lucas could respond, a loud crack echoed through the air as gunshots rang out from the shadows. The sound of bullets flying, hitting the ground, and ricocheting off the walls filled the night. Chaos erupted instantly.Dam
Damian stood by the window, staring at the dark city below. His mind was in chaos, his thoughts racing. The events from the past days weighed heavily on him, but one thing kept circling his mind how everything had gone wrong. He had failed. And now Lucas was going to pay.The door opened, pulling him out of his thoughts. His assistant stepped in, her face tense. "Sir," she began hesitantly. "We’ve found Lucas. He’s near the docks."Damian didn’t speak at first, just nodded. His heart beat faster, but it wasn’t fear it was anger, pure and sharp. He had waited too long for this moment. Now, it was time for action."Get the car ready," he ordered, his voice cold and sharp. He turned away from the window, his mind already racing through the plan. Lucas had caused too much harm. Damian was done letting him slip through the cracks.His assistant left to carry out his orders, and Damian walked over to the desk. He grabbed his gun from the drawer, checking it briefly. He wasn’t taking any cha
Damian slowly got up from his chair, letting go of Aurora's hand. He felt angry, regretful, and desperate. He needed to think and couldn’t stay there forever, even though he wanted to. He had to make plans for when Aurora woke up if she woke up.He quietly left the hospital room, his mind racing as he walked down the empty halls. He felt very alone, and guilt weighed heavily on him. It was his fault that Aurora was in a coma because of what he did. He clenched his fists as he reached the elevator, slamming the button to go down to the parking garage. His heart raced with anger as he walked away from her bedside. He hated himself for letting things get this bad.When the elevator arrived, he stepped out and headed to his car, hardly noticing anything around him as he drove home. His house, which used to feel safe and comforting, now felt empty and cold. He thought he could control everything, but he was wrong.Damian slammed his car door shut and walked inside, ignoring the luxury of t
Damian stood by Aurora’s bedside, his hands in his pockets as he looked down at her. The soft beeping of the machines filled the room, but all he could focus on was her face. She looked so small, so fragile, like a doll that could break at any moment.He leaned down, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead. Her skin felt cold under his fingers, and it sent a pang through his chest. Slowly, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, letting his lips linger there for a moment.“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice soft but filled with pain. “For everything.”As he straightened up, he couldn’t help but wonder what she would say if she could hear him. Would she forgive him? Or would she look at him with the same fear and anger she had when she first came into his life?Damian’s mind drifted back to the beginning, to the first night he had taken Aurora. She had been so different then full of fire, even though she was scared. He remembered the way she had fought him, her hands pushing again