I awoke to the chilling touch of cold metal on my wrists. My head throbbed, and my vision was hazy as I tried to comprehend my surroundings. The dim, flickering light overhead cast unsettling shadows on the concrete walls.
Where was I?
I pulled at my hands, realizing I was handcuffed to a chair. A wave of sickening déjà vu washed over me. This wasn’t my first encounter with Dominic Caldwell, but this time felt different. I wasn’t sure I would escape with my life.
Footsteps broke the silence, slow and deliberate.
Then he emerged into the light.
Dominic.
Clad in a black suit, his expression was inscrutable, embodying the ruthless billionaire who ruled the city. But his eyes? They glowed with a dark, menacing intensity.
“You should have known better, Sinclair,” he said, his voice low and almost indifferent. “Did you really think I wouldn’t discover your little alliance with Liam?”
My heart raced. He was aware.
I swallowed hard, striving to keep my voice steady. “You kidnapped me.”
Dominic smirked. “Let’s not be dramatic. I simply relocated you.”
I shot him a glare. “This is madness.”
His jaw tightened. “What’s truly mad is your belief that you could outsmart me.”
I tugged at the cuffs. “So what’s next? You plan to keep me imprisoned?”
He stepped closer, looming over me. “I warned you, Elena. I don’t tolerate betrayal.”
“Betrayal?” I retorted. “You destroyed my father. You forced me into this marriage. And you expect my loyalty?”
For a fleeting moment, something shifted in his gaze. I thought I detected a hint of hesitation.
But just as quickly, it vanished.
“I expect you to understand your place,” he replied.
I met his gaze defiantly. “And if I refuse?”
Dominic sighed, running a hand through his hair. Then, before I could react, he crouched down in front of me, his face dangerously close to mine.
“Then I’ll have to remind you,” he whispered.
****
An hour later, Dominic released me from my cuffs. It wasn’t out of trust; he simply knew he didn’t need to keep me restrained. As I stood there, massaging my aching wrists, he leaned casually against the desk, arms crossed. “You have two options, Sinclair.”
I tensed up. “Oh, I can’t wait to hear them.”
His smirk was maddening. “Option one: you leave this place and publicly declare that our marriage is genuine. That you love me, and that all the rumors about our conflict were just media fabrication.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Not a chance.”
His smile faded. “Option two: I take down Liam.”
My heart sank.
Dominic tilted his head slightly. “Did you really think I wouldn’t discover what he’s been up to? Liam isn’t exactly discreet, and now he’s exposed.”
He moved closer, lowering his voice. “If you don’t make the right choice, Sinclair, I’ll ensure his company falls apart. I’ll ruin him.”
Rage bubbled within me. “You’re a monster.”
“And yet,” he said softly, tracing a finger along my jawline, “you can’t seem to look away.”
I pushed him away. “Forget you.”
His gaze darkened. “That can be arranged.”
Heat surged through me—not from attraction, or so I convinced myself—but from sheer, overwhelming frustration.
“Fine,” I snapped. “I’ll play your game. But don’t think for a second that I’ll ever forgive you for this.”
Dominic’s smirk returned. “Forgiveness was never part of the agreement, sweetheart.”
****
The following night, I found myself in a place I dreaded—on Dominic Caldwell’s arm, entering a gala filled with New York’s elite.
Flashes from cameras lit up the room. Reporters swarmed around us.
And I had to maintain a smile, all while plotting Dominic’s downfall at the first opportunity.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Dominic announced smoothly, pulling me closer. “My wife and I have something to share.”
I clenched my fists tightly.
Then, summoning every bit of strength I had, I lifted my chin and deceived the world.
“I love my husband,” I declared, my voice dripping with false sweetness. “And nothing will change that.”
Dominic leaned in to kiss me, his lips curling at my ear. “Good girl.”
I smiled.
But inside?
I was already planning my revenge.
****
As the night continued, I slipped away.
There was only one person I could trust now.
Liam.
I found him in the shadows of the balcony, his expression tight. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said.
I shook my head. “Dominic gave me no choice. He’s going to destroy you, Liam.”
He exhaled. “Not if we destroy him first.”
I swallowed. “Do you have the files?”
Liam nodded, slipping me a flash drive. “This has everything. Proof that Dominic orchestrated the scandal. The missing piece of the puzzle.”
My hands trembled as I took it.
“Once you go down this road,” Liam warned, “there’s no going back.”
I met his gaze.
“I was never going back.”
But as I turned to leave, a cold voice cut through the night.
“Now that,” Dominic murmured from the shadows, “is exactly what I wanted to hear.”
I froze.
He had set me up.
And I had walked right into his trap.
The door creaked open under Dominic’s firm push, the sound slicing through the heavy silence of the night. I clutched his hand tighter, my heart hammering so violently it shook my ribs. Dust motes danced in the pale shaft of moonlight that spilled into the room, revealing faded furniture and broken dreams.The safehouse smelled of abandonment—of old wood, forgotten memories, and the faint metallic tinge of secrets long buried.Dominic swept the room with sharp, calculating eyes. He moved with precision, scanning every detail. Meanwhile, every step I took felt like trudging through quicksand, fear and anticipation weighing me down.“There,” Dominic said, nodding toward the corner of the living room.A battered cabinet, its surface scarred with deep gouges, stood half-concealed beneath a threadbare sheet. He yanked it open, revealing a heavy safe built into the floor.“Of course,” he muttered grimly. “Victor wouldn’t trust a lockbox.”Dominic knelt beside the safe, pulling a small devic
The tension in the air between Dominic and Liam was palpable, charged with years of betrayal and resentment. I struggled to breathe as I observed the two brothers facing each other, their expressions contorted in a shared tempest of pain, anger, and regret."You believe you’re superior to me," Liam hissed, advancing, his voice escalating with a bitterness that cut through the atmosphere. "You always have. The golden child. The flawless heir. The one everyone relied on to mend everything."Dominic remained unyielding. His fists clenched at his sides, his jaw set in a manner that indicated he was suppressing a rage that could demolish this entire structure if unleashed."I never aimed to be superior to you," Dominic replied in a deep, guttural tone. "I merely wanted us to endure this cursed family together. But you made your decision, Liam. You traded your soul for a place at a table constructed on blood and deceit."Liam chuckled — a brief, harsh sound. "And you didn’t? Do you think yo
The silence in the safe house was deafening, each second stretching longer than the last. My breath came in shallow bursts, my hands trembling as I tried to steady myself against the weight of everything we had just learned.Dominic stood by the table, his hand gripping the edge so tightly his knuckles turned white. His jaw was clenched, and I could see the muscles in his neck tense, the fury building inside him like a storm waiting to break.“They’ve known everything,” I whispered, more to myself than to him. The implications of the phone call hit me hard, like a punch to the gut. Someone was watching us. Someone knew exactly where we were, what we were doing, and they weren’t afraid to make their move.Dominic glanced over at me, his eyes dark with a mix of anger and something more—something I didn’t have the strength to name. “They’ve been playing us from the start,” he muttered, shaking his head. “We’ve been two steps behind, and they’ve had us right where they wanted us all along
The smoke was thick, a suffocating cloud of confusion and chaos. It blurred the lines between reality and nightmare. I could hear Dominic shouting over the sirens, his voice a fierce command cutting through the haze. But all I could focus on was the sound of my own pulse, beating wildly in my ears.Run.The word echoed in my head like a mantra I couldn’t escape. But where would I go? To whom could I turn? The life I had known, the family I had trusted, was crumbling at my feet.Dominic’s hand was gripping mine so tightly that I could feel the strength of his determination in every movement. He didn’t let go, even when the smoke stung my eyes, even when the world felt like it was spinning off its axis.“We need to move,” he said, his voice hard with urgency. “Now.”I nodded, though my mind was still struggling to catch up. Every instinct told me to run—to escape—but I couldn’t bring myself to leave Dominic. Not when the people who had been pulling the strings for so long were finally m
I used to think the worst betrayal came from lies. But now I know—the real poison is silence.Because silence allows monsters to hide behind polished names and designer suits. It allows generational power to rot from the inside out while the rest of us smile, nod, and pretend we don’t feel the floor cracking beneath our feet.The Dominion League wasn’t just a story whispered in dark corners.It was real.And it had marked me.“They’ll come after your credibility first,” Dominic said, pacing in front of the penthouse windows like a caged beast. “You’re already a target. If you keep digging, they’ll come for your job, your name, your life.”“And if I don’t keep digging?” I asked, arms crossed. “They still come. So what difference does it make?”He stopped pacing and looked at me, his expression unreadable. “It makes all the difference, Elena. Because if we go after them—we go to war.”I met his eyes without blinking. “Then let’s not go alone.”By morning, every major news outlet had pic
I heard it before I saw it.The soft, unending beep from the secure line that Dominic kept hidden behind his office bar. A red light blinked ominously on the phone, as if it had been biding its time to disrupt the rare tranquility between us.Dominic’s hand halted mid-motion, his fingers delicately tracing my spine. “Did you hear that?”I nodded, already rising from the couch. The city lights seeped through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind us, casting elongated shadows across the room. Something about that blinking red light twisted my stomach.Dominic crossed the room ahead of me, seizing the phone, his jaw tightening as he pressed play.A mechanical voice resonated throughout the room.“They know. And they’re coming for her next.”Static followed. Then came silence.My heart skipped a beat.Dominic turned to face me, his eyes sharper than I had ever seen. “Who the hell has access to this line?”“No one but your inner circle,” I whispered, a sense of dread unfurling in my chest.“