CHAPTER 117: Fractured Truths - Part 3

Davina’s voice trembled, sharp with desperation.“Jenny, spill… what is it? I can feel it in my gut. There’s something more. Just let it out. I swear I won't be mad at you.”Jenny gulped, rubbing her palms against each other, her breath uneven.Naina, who had been silent all this while, finally spoke, her tone cutting through the tension.“It’s about that night, isn’t it? There’s more to what Mike said. When you came back in the morning, you looked devastated… like you’d had a nervous breakdown. And I’m pretty sure it wasn’t because of the night you had with Michael. I’ve seen the tension between you two before, but that state… that wasn’t because of Mike.”Jenny’s eyes flickered, her lips pressed tight.Davina sighed as she asked.“Are you quiet because of Damon? Are you scared he’ll do something? I swear, I’ll kill him for dragging you into this mess, for trapping you. That asshole… it’s his way of getting back at me for beating the shit out of him.”Davina’s heart lurched, her fury

CHAPTER 118: Shadows Between Us

Davina’s hands shook violently as she picked up the first page. Her eyes darted across the words, but her mind refused to process them. Every line blurred, every sentence twisted into something she couldn’t grasp.Her heart screamed at her to throw them away, to reject this, to cling to the truth she had lived with for years — that Damon was the monster, that Jacob was gone, that her pain had been real. But the sight of Jake, alive, standing before her, tore her certainty apart.But her soul whispered otherwise.The documents spoke of surveillance, of payments, of Anna’s manipulations. They spoke of Rob’s money laundering and that he orchestrated every mishap in her life. They spoke of betrayals she hadn’t imagined, of truths buried beneath layers of lies.Her tears fell onto the paper, smudging the ink. Her chest heaved, her breath ragged.Davina’s sobs grew louder, her body trembling in Jenny’s arms. Her thoughts wandered to Damon's earlier words as he stepped closer, his voice low,

CHAPTER 119: The Breaking Point

“We’ll see about it, Lii…” Damon’s voice was low, deliberate, almost taunting. His every word — a silent challenge.“But as you wanted, I’ll come clean. Before that, calm down. Have a seat.”He sighed, stretching his arms, cracking his knuckles — the sound echoing like a warning. His eyes, sharp and predatory, scanned the room. Every flicker of movement was noted, catalogued. But his gaze lingered on Davina, watching her every breath, every twitch of her jaw. She sat opposite him, her posture rigid, her eyes burning with calculation, trying to pierce through his mask.Damon leaned forward, his tone shifting into confession.“The moment I laid eyes on you, I had my assistant gather your every minute detail — Your routines, your habits, your weaknesses. Fate, or coincidence, brought us together at that club. Though things escalated, there was something that kept pulling me towards you. And trust me, I wanted to apologize and have a fresh start, but you rubbed me the wrong way, baby girl

CHAPTER 120: The Stolen Light - Part 1

The air in the room tasted like dust and deferred misery.Once Damon was certain Davina had calmed enough to breathe without collapsing, he began making calls. His voice was clipped, commanding, every syllable carrying the weight of urgency. Alex quickly left the penthouse, Jacob trailing behind him as per Damon’s instructions.Davina sat frozen, her body trembling, her eyes wide and unblinking. Though shattered, she was hyper‑aware, watching every movement in the room, every gesture, every breath. Trust — that fragile thread between two souls — had long been severed for her.She couldn’t trust anyone.Not Damon.Not Mike.Not Jacob.Not after everything she had endured.Her paranoia clawed at her chest.What if it was Damon? What if it was Mike? Maybe even Jacob?The thought consumed her, and she pulled at her hair, her fear spiraling into madness.Damon noticed her gaze, sharp and accusing. He stepped closer, his voice low but firm.“Baby, stop looking at me like that. It’s not me

CHAPTER 120: The Stolen Light - Part 2

Damon chuckled, making Davina’s glare sharpen.“Baby, you’re not the Grim Reaper… you don’t have a single bone in you to take someone’s life.”Davina snapped back, her voice cold and biting.“Try me, Damon. Maybe I’ll start with you… and then your beloved sweetheart.”Damon’s tone hardened, his words deliberate.“Taking a life isn’t as easy as you think. It takes a piece of you along with it. And I would never let that kind of darkness consume you or our kids. Now… are you going to stay here, or do you want to come to Knight Mansion? The boys are freaking out. Eva just texted me — Nic is already there trying to comfort them, but they need us. Especially you, Lii. Take the key and drive us to Knight Mansion.”Davina stood still for a moment, torn. She didn’t want to go to Knight Mansion, but she had no choice. Her boys needed her, and deep down she knew only Damon had the reach — both legal and illegal — to find her baby.The drive was silent. Damon’s hand rested on her thigh, his way

CHAPTER 120: The Stolen Light - Part 3

Alex had barely finished when Ryan’s voice exploded, startling everyone. His fury was so intense it seemed to shake the walls.“Alex, just leave it, theres no point in explaining everything to her. She’s so selfish — all she can see is her own suffering, what she went through, how she was the only victim. She has no clue what happened after she faked her death. We thought we lost him completely! Shefali, do you even know what he became? The man who was once a fierce fighter threw himself into underground matches just to get beaten bloody. He found sick pleasure in pain, in reaching the brink of death. He became a drug addict, an alcoholic. We lost count of the overdoses, the crashes from drunken driving. He was banned from boxing — banned! — because of the toxins in his blood. In professional boxing, drug use is illegal, and the tests showed he was drowning himself in it. There isn’t a part of his body he didn’t injure. He thrived only by torturing himself, by hurting himself. And eve