The tension in the room grew thicker than the fog outside, as the two men stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Aurora's breaths grew shallower, her eyes fading as the pressure on her throat increased.And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the sound of gunfire erupted through the air. One of Lucas's guards burst through the door, his weapon smoking, his eyes wide with panic. He aimed directly at Damian, but before he could fire, the gun jerked in his hand, and two bullets flew through the air, one landing itself on the floor and the other lodging itself in Aurora's shoulder.Her scream echoed through the ballroom, the pain searing through her body like a white hot knife. Blood spurted from the wound, painting the floor with her own blood. Damian's eyes went wide with horror, and his hand moved with speed to aim the gun at the guard, firing without hesitation. The guard's body jerked, and he crumpled to the ground, li
Lucas walked through the grand hallway of his house, his mind racing. The thought of Damian coming for Aurora made his heart pound with excitement. He hadn't felt this alive in years. As he approached Aurora's room, he could hear her faint sobs through the oak door. He smirked, knowing he had to prepare her for their guest.With a swift turn of the knob, he barged in, and Aurora's tear-stained face raised up to meet his. "Get up," he barked, Her eyes widened with terror as she rose to her feet, trembling as she took in the sight of Lucas, his eyes gleaming with dark intent. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back to expose her neck. "You're going to perform for me," he said, his breath hot against her skin. "I want Damian to see what you've become."With a vicious jerk, Lucas began to pull Aurora through the hallway, the maids' gasps with horror in their eyes. She stumbled, her bare feet slipping on the cold floor. Her clothes, once a symbol of her dignity, were no
Lina paced her bedroom, her hand clutching the phone tightly. Her cheek still stung from Damian’s slap the night before, and her nerves were frayed after his outburst with the gun. She couldn’t stop shaking, the memory of the shot fired into the ceiling replaying in her mind.“Damian has lost it,” she muttered under her breath. “He’s going to ruin everything.”She paused, taking a deep breath before dialing a number she never thought she’d use. Her fingers trembled as she pressed the buttons, and the ringing on the other end made her stomach twist with unease.Finally, the call connected, and a deep, cold voice answered.“This is Lucas.”Lina hesitated for a moment, her breath catching in her throat. “Lucas, it’s Lina,” she said, her voice softer than usual.There was a pause on the other end before Lucas responded, his tone amused. “Well, well. Lina. To what do I owe the pleasure?”“Damian,” Lina said quickly, her words tumbling over each other. “He’s… he’s coming for you.”*****Luca
Damian paced in his study, his heart pounding in his chest. his father’s words, Lina’s smugness, and the image of Aurora haunted him. His hands shook as he grabbed the decanter of whiskey on his desk and poured himself a drink.The glass shattered against the wall moments later, the fiery liquid dripping down like blood.“I can’t take this anymore,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. His mind was a storm of rage and frustration.He opened a drawer in his desk, pulling out a sleek black gun. He stared at it for a moment, his jaw clenched. He had played his father’s games long enough.It was time for answers.*****Confrontation******The grand hall was quiet when Damian entered, the sound of his footsteps echoing on the floors. His father and Lina were seated in the parlor, their conversation halting when they saw him.“Damian,” his father said, his sharp eyes narrowing. “What are you doing?”Damian didn’t respond. He stepped closer, his expression cold and unre
The morning was tense, the heavy air of the mansion seeming thicker than usual. Damian sat in his study, nursing a glass of whiskey despite the early hour. He didn’t care about appearances anymore. His thoughts were consumed by Aurora and the fight with Lina the night before.His peace didn’t last long. The heavy sound of boots echoed in the hallway, and then the door slammed open.“Damian!” a deep, commanding voice roared.Damian didn’t need to look up to know who it was. His father’s voice was unmistakable, sharp and filled with authority that demanded obedience.“What are you doing here?” Damian asked coldly, setting the glass down and leaning back in his chair.His father stepped inside, his towering figure casting a shadow across the room. He was a man of power, with broad shoulders and a stern face that seemed carved from stone. His presence was suffocating.“You think I wouldn’t come?” his father growled, his sharp eyes narrowing. “Lina called me.”Damian’s jaw tightened. “I sh
The mansion was quiet, the kind of heavy silence that seemed to press against the walls. Damian stood in the study, his back to the door, staring at the large map spread across the desk. His fingers traced the edge of the table, his thoughts far away.Aurora’s face haunted him.He clenched his jaw, gripping the edge of the desk tightly. How had she been there? Who had brought her? The questions swirled in his mind, filling him with anger and frustration.The door creaked open behind him, and Lina’s voice broke the silence.“Damian,” she said sweetly. “Are you in here sulking again?”He didn’t respond.Lina stepped inside, her emerald gown swishing softly as she walked toward him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, her fingers curling against his suit. “You’ve been like this since the wedding,” she said softly. “What’s wrong?”Damian shrugged her hand off, his movements sharp. “Don’t touch me,” he said coldly.Lina blinked, her smile faltering. “Excuse me?”“I said, don’t touch me,” Da