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The air was thick with tension as Damion’s car sped through the dark streets, his grip on the steering wheel tightening with every passing second. The call from his security team had been brief but chilling—his grandmother’s hideout had been attacked.Ms. Margaret Blackwood was already in her early nineties and almost throughout her life she had been always been kept hidden because of the threat that lurked around their family. His heart pounded violently in his chest, but his face remained cold, impassive. He couldn’t afford to let his emotions show. Not now. Not ever.As the car pulled up to the secluded house, the sight that greeted him made his blood turn to ice.Blue and red lights flashed against the old brick walls, police officers moving around the perimeter. The front door hung loosely from its hinges, evidence of forced entry. The entire scene reeked of violence.Damion stepped out, adjusting his suit jacket before striding forward. His assistant, Leonard, was already there

The mansion was eerily quiet after Leonard left, leaving Damion standing in the dimly lit bedroom, watching over the woman sleeping soundly in his bed.Carmela’s face was peaceful, her chest rising and falling with each steady breath. The only indication of her earlier ordeal was the slight furrow in her brows, as if even in sleep, she was uneasy.Damion exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. Tonight had shaken him more than he cared to admit. Someone had drugged her drink. Someone had targeted her.And it made his blood boil.But before he could process anything further, Carmela stirred.Her lashes fluttered as she shifted, her breathing turning uneven. Then, without warning, she jolted up, her hand flying to her mouth.Damion immediately tensed.Carmela barely registered where she was before she stumbled off the bed, rushing toward the bathroom.It took Damion less than a second to react. He was already behind her, following as she pushed the bathroom door open and dropped t

Carmela sat on the edge of the bed, gripping her phone tightly. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the screen, her thumb hovering over the message.Come get me.She hesitated, glancing toward the bedroom door. Damion had made it clear—she wasn’t allowed to leave. But she wasn’t his prisoner. She wouldn’t be.Before she could second-guess herself, she hit send.A moment later, the screen lit up.Lucas: On my way. Stay where you are.Relief flooded her.She quickly grabbed a hoodie from the closet and slipped it over her head. If she could just sneak out before anyone noticed—A knock at the door made her freeze.“Carmela.” Damion’s deep voice sent a shiver down her spine.She turned, swallowing hard. “What?”There was a pause before he spoke again. “I’ll be out for a few hours. Stay inside.”Her fingers curled into fists. “You don’t control me, Damion.”Silence. Then, in a lower voice, he said, “Don’t do anything stupid.”Her pulse spiked. Did he know?The sound of his foo

The silence inside the mansion was suffocating.Carmela had barely stepped through the front door when she heard the heavy click of it locking behind her.She didn’t need to turn around to know Damion was standing close, his presence like a shadow pressing against her.The tension between them was thick, electric.She had chosen to stay.Yet, she could feel the storm brewing behind Damion’s gaze.Taking a slow breath, she forced herself to move forward, but before she could take another step—“Why did you text him?”His voice was calm. Too calm.Carmela turned slowly, meeting his piercing gray eyes.There was no warmth in them, only cold calculation.She swallowed hard. “What?”Damion took a step closer. “You heard me.”She clenched her fingers into fists. “I—”But before she could even come up with an excuse, he was already stepping closer, his tall frame looming over her.“You wanted to leave,” he murmured, his voice lower now. “You called Lucas because you thought I’d never let you

Carmela had woken up to pain. She had slept over at Lily’s apartment so that the next day, she would return back to Damion’s with her luggages. A dull, twisting ache in her lower abdomen. At first, she had dismissed it, assuming it was the lingering aftereffects of the night at the bar. But then she saw the blood.Dark red stains on the sheets.Her heart had stopped.For a moment, she just stared, her mind refusing to process what she was seeing.Then, a sharp wave of panic crashed over her.“Lily!” Her voice came out hoarse, almost desperate.Within seconds, Lily burst into the room, her hair a mess, her eyes still heavy with sleep. “What? What’s wrong?”Carmela couldn’t speak. She just lifted the blanket slightly, exposing the stained sheets.Lily’s breath hitched.Then—“Get up. Now.”Carmela barely registered Lily throwing a coat over her before they rushed out of the house. The drive to the hospital was a blur of panic and dread.She didn’t even realize she was crying until she