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Chapter One
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2026-06-26 04:26:42Lila’s POV
I pushed open the front door and froze right there in the hallway. Damien was lying on our marriage bed with Victoria on top of him, her dress half off and his hands gripping her waist. They both looked up at the same time and the whole world seemed to stop. I had been the wife he never wanted. I had slept alone while he came home smelling like her. And tonight, the same day I brought the divorce papers, I walked in on them, without saying a word I turned around, walked to the living room on shaky legs, and pulled the fresh divorce papers from my bag. Damien came out first, shirt hanging open and hair messy, while Victoria followed right behind him fixing her clothes with that fake smile on her face. “You saw nothing,” he said coldly. “I saw everything, Damien, every single thing,” I answered, my voice steady and strong. “I want a divorce right now.” Victoria let out a soft laugh. “Finally. He was never yours in the first place.” I looked straight into Damien’s eyes. “Sign the papers. I’m done with this.” He stared at me for a moment before his mouth twisted in anger. “Look at you, a chubby girl who trapped me with a baby. I never found you attractive, Lila, not once. Victoria is the one I want, she always was.” The words cut deep but I didn’t cry. I was finished crying for him. “Then take her,” I said calmly. “I’m leaving with Liam. Keep the house you built for her.” Damien stepped closer, his voice growing harsher. “You think it’s that easy? You stole me from her nine years ago, you forced this hell of a marriage, you ruined my life, and now you want to walk away like nothing happened?” “I don’t care anymore,” I replied as I placed the papers on the table. “Just sign them right now.” Damien picked up the papers. I thought he might tear them apart but instead he grabbed a pen and signed them fast. “There,” he said and threw the papers toward me. “Happy now? But don’t think this is over. Liam is my son too. If you try to take him, I will destroy you.” Victoria touched his arm softly. “Let her go, Damien. She was always the mistake.” I picked up the signed papers, put them safely in my bag, and kept my head high even though heart felt heavy. “I will pick up Liam tomorrow,” I told them. “Stay away from me until then.” I walked out of the house without looking back. The cool night air brushed against my face and for the first time in nine years I finally felt free, like a heavy weight had been lifted from my shoulders. But as I got into my car my phone started ringing. It was my mother. I answered quickly. “Mom, I did it. I got the divorce.” There was a long silence, then her voice came, full of fear. “Lila, you have to come to the hospital right now. something terrible has happened.” I almost dropped the phone. When I looked back at the mansion I saw Damien standing at the window with Victoria beside him, both of them watching me leave.
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We reached the city as night settled over the streets. Traffic still moved along the roads, but the atmosphere felt strangely tense, as if the entire city had noticed something was wrong. The Voss headquarters rose above everything else, its glass walls reflecting the lights below while the windows remained bright on almost every level. From the outside, the building looked almost normal, yet the usual flow of people was gone. There were no employees rushing through the entrance or security guards moving between the doors. Doors that should have stood open were sealed, and the familiar security points that once belonged to us now answered to someone else. Even the entrance looked different, stripped of the sense of authority it had always carried. The mastermind had taken the entire structure and turned it into a closed fortress, making the heart of the Voss empire feel like a prison.Damien studied the outer walls with the calm of someone who had walked these halls for years. His e
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LilaWe found each other again in a quiet stretch of the lower halls after the worst of the collapse had settled. Dust was still everywhere, and distant sounds of movement reminded us that the danger was not completely over, but Damien seemed focused on something else. His face carried a new clarity, as though a piece of the past had finally fallen into place. He took my hands and asked me to listen without speaking until he finished. His voice stayed low as he began. He told me about the memories that had returned to him. Days from a time when we were both small. A place buried beneath the ground, with plain walls, lights, locked doors, and children who had no idea why they had been taken there. He remembered the questions, the strange rooms, and the fear that followed us everywhere. Most of all, he remembered me. He had known me then, I had known him. We had found each other near a wide window that showed nothing but stone. We had spoken in short, careful sentences because neithe
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The photograph stayed in my hand while the quiet of the room pressed around me, something inside my mind shifted, so suddenly that I almost dropped it. A thin crack opened, and let light come through. I saw myself much younger, standing barefoot on grass with the warmth of the sun against my face. I remembered the high windows of the house, the wide garden, and the familiar halls I had once believed were safe. Then I saw a man who visited often and spoke in a steady voice. He never arrived empty handed, sometimes he brought small gifts, and other times he simply sat with me and asked careful questions. Back then, I had trusted him without hesitation. He felt like someone who belonged at the edges of our family, close enough to know our secrets but never close enough to carry the same name. I never questioned why he came so often, I never wondered why he seemed to know so much about us.More days returned, I watched him walk through the halls of the house where I grew up as though h
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DamienI found Victoria near a collapsed junction where the air still carried dust from the earlier failures. She was checking a side path when she heard me and turned with her weapon half raised. Relief crossed her face once she saw it was me, we spoke in low voices and shared what little we knew. The children were still missing, Lila had been taken and time was slipping. Victoria pointed to a sealed door she had found while searching for another way out. The lock looked older than the rest of the structure yet the metal still held firm.We forced it open together, behind the door stretched a long narrow room lined with metal cabinets and sealed boxes. This was no ordinary storage space, it was an archive built to last through decades. Rows of files sat in careful order with labels marked years that reached further back than either of us had expected. Victoria moved to one side while I took the other, we began pulling drawers and reading what the pages held.The first records sho
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I moved carefully forward until the tight corridor opened up into a small room, faintly lit by a single weak bulb hanging from the ceiling…the atmosphere felt serious in this place. On the far side, sitting quietly, was a man I never thought I would see again. Damien’s father leaned against the stone wall, his clothes torn and stained with dark marks. His face was pale and worn, but when his eyes met mine, they stayed open, filled with a strange mix of recognition and something unspoken.He was badly hurt, each breath seemed to cost him effort. I stopped a few steps away and stared…part of me wanted to turn and keep searching for the children. The history between us carried too many wounds and too much damage. He had stood on the wrong side for too many days…leaving him here felt like the cleaner choice, he watched my face and seemed to read the decision forming…his voice came low. He told me the mastermind had kept him alive for one reason only, he knew where the real evidence sat hi
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I opened my eyes to a ceiling I did not know, my head ached and my body rested on a narrow bed that offered no comfort. I sat up slowly and looked around the four walls. No windows and a single door that looked solid enough to hold against anything. The room held almost nothing else…a cabinet against one wall, a small table and a chair…that was all.Rose and Liam were not with me, the empty space where they should have been pressed against my chest until breathing took effort. I stood and walked to the door, the handle did not move…I pushed and then pulled but nothing gave. I called their names and waited, only silence answered. The longing to hear even one small reply rose so strong it left my hands shaking. I needed to know they were safe. I needed to see their faces and feel the weight of them against me again.A speaker set high in the corner crackled to life, the mastermind’s voice filled the room. He spoke in the same calm tone he always used. He told me Damien had escaped the f
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