[3rd POV—Damon]This was bullshit.It’s sick, and Damon knows it, but he has no choice but to do it.Cara was already suspecting him to be her phantom, and he couldn’t let her know that it was him. She was asking too many questions. She was a brilliant woman, a smart one even, and it wouldn’t take long before she would realize it was him all along.But he couldn’t let that happen. She mustn’t know yet.Not now.After she fell asleep, Damon called Davien to come and switch places with him so now he could appear as the phantom.He knows her sleep pattern. After the incident, she always had trouble sleeping and woke up gasping in the middle of the night as if someone was chasing her in her dreams.Damon calculated all his moves just in time for Cara to emerge through the living room. Her mouth was gaping, eyes wide in terror as her gaze landed on the gun he was pointing at Davien’s head.“Hello, my love.” He grinned, tracing his gun’s nozzle along his twin’s forehead. Damon quite commend

[3rd POV—Damon] Damon smirked when his twin’s gaze landed on him but said nothing and pretended as though he hadn’t seen him in the dark corner. He had given such a convincing performance of his role. If he hadn’t known any better, he would have been led to believe that Cara was actually talking to his doppelganger.Probably, Davien was a frustrated actor in his past life to have acted so flawlessly.However, Damon didn’t expect his twin to do was kissed Cara on the cheeks, deliberately throwing him a knowing glance just to annoy him, and effectively, it set his nerves taut on edge, taunting his self-control to snap.That dick really knows how to push his buttons, and the worst part is he can do nothing about it but glare daggers at him and devise endless imaginative forms of torment that he won’t be able to carry out.Now that his brother had finally left, he had Cara all to himself.It took all of his will strength to resist the urge not to toss her on top of the table and claim her

[Cara] The sheet on my bed felt so cool against my skin as he lowered me. The mattress beneath me dipped low with both our weights.I really would like to smack my hands for moving in their own accords, but then I just let them when my palm made contact with the firm lump on his abdomen. My fingers played with the hem of his shirt, and my breath caught in my chest with anticipation as I slowly lifted it up.His half-lidded gaze pierced through me the entire time I unbuckled his jeans, zigged down his fly, and let his massive shaft spring free. My hand felt warm across his length as I wrapped my fingers around it and strode down to the base. His balls tightened, and the grunt he let out told me that what I was doing was slowly killing him.“You like that?” I murmured, cradling his sack into my palm and lightly scratching his delicate skin with my fingernails.“Are you seriously teasing me?” He retorts gruffly, and this moment, it was my time to laugh at his impatience.His body shudder

[3rd POV—Damon]“The old Burson is alive?” Davien catechized in a state of astonishment after Damon broke the recent news to him. “And you made Walsh confess about it?”Before Damon came into this city, Burson’s family once dominated this place. It had descended into complete anarchy. Drugs are readily available to minors, the crime rate is on the rise everywhere, and there is no way for innocent people to go down the alleys without fear of being attacked or mugged, much worst, murdered, and raped.Today, after overthrowing Burson, supposedly killing him and seizing control of the top syndicate. The city had fallen into Damon’s complete command. No children aged eighteen and below can access drugs and can hold high-caliber weapons. The criminals answer to him and not the authorities. He devised penalties and displayed them publicly as an example for everyone to observe and learn from.They know that if one breaks the law, it be the end of them.He might work in black society, and othe

[Cara] I really don’t get what Damon Montreal saw in me to act as if what transpired the other night was nothing and that it wasn’t a big deal.Like, how?I know I’m being irrational with my decision these past few days and that I wasn’t mentally stable at the moment. Given that, on the wrong side, and I was deliberately cheating on him on technical bases since we are now engaged.Not officially, but at least it was agreed upon by both parties.I mean, I am his fiancé, and I just slept with another man while he was inside the vicinity of my property. It wasn’t just any random man. To make matters worse, it was my creepy midnight stalker who used to come into my room every night and watch me sleep. That made me feel horrible, and there are no ifs or buts about the fact that I pledged guilty to it.Apparently, he wasn’t oblivious to it. It is clear that he was aware that something was off on that particular evening, but what gets under my skin is that he pretends like it was nothing.Li