Todos los capítulos de Love and deceit : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Daemon’s POVThe sting in my knuckles hadn’t faded, but it wasn’t enough. The rage still pulsed through me like an untamed wildfire, spreading through every vein, burning me from the inside out. I needed more—more pain, more release.The underground training room smelled of sweat and blood, the perfect place to drown out the suffocating frustration tightening around my throat. The dim lighting cast long shadows on the walls, adding to the eerie solitude of my sanctuary. This was where I let go, where I didn't have to maintain the calculated control the world expected from me.I tore off my gloves, flexing my fingers as I turned to Ronan, who stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. He had been with me long enough to know when I needed this—when I needed him to hit back.“You’re not done yet?” he asked, his voice carrying the slightest hint of amusement.I scoffed. “Do I look done to you?” I rolled my shoulders, the tension still coiled tight beneath my skin. “Get

Aurora’s POVThe drive to the Reynolds estate stretched on longer than I expected. The farther we went, the more isolated the surroundings became, until the city faded into the distance, replaced by towering trees and vast, empty land. The estate was designed to intimidate—just like the man I was about to marry.When the sleek black gates finally opened, my breath caught. The mansion loomed ahead, a masterpiece of architecture, all sharp angles and cold perfection. It wasn’t a home. It was a fortress.The car rolled to a stop, and before I could gather myself, the driver stepped out and pulled open my door. I hesitated for a second before stepping onto the stone driveway, the cool evening air brushing against my skin.The front doors swung open before I even reached them. A tall, composed man in a black suit stood in the entrance. His face was unreadable, his presence just as calculated as everything else about this place.“Miss Sinclair,” he greeted, his tone neutral. “I’m Henry, Mr.

Aurora’s POVThe knock at the door jolted me out of the calm I’d just found. I froze, heart pounding in my chest. The room felt colder somehow, the air thick with anticipation. I hadn’t been expecting anyone, and yet, here it was again—the feeling that I was constantly being watched.I hesitated, staring at the door, my hand still hovering over my phone screen from the call with Valeria. My breath came out in shaky bursts. What if it was him? Daemon? Or maybe someone else, someone working for him, checking in on me?I forced myself to breathe and slowly stood up from the bed. The heavy silence of the suite felt oppressive as I approached the door, each step echoing louder than the last in the vast, still room.Taking a deep breath, I reached for the doorknob. The cool metal pressed against my palm, and for a moment, I just stood there. What was I even expecting? Daemon was always so unpredictable. This wasn’t a normal situation. Everything felt like it was spinning out of control, and

AuroraThe moment Daemon left, I felt like I could finally breathe again. But even with the door shut behind him, the tension in my body refused to fade.I had no idea how much longer I could take this.I grabbed my phone and dialed Valeria. She picked up almost immediately, her face filling the screen as I slumped onto the bed.“Tell me you’ve figured out a way to escape,” she said, skipping any greetings.I let out a dry laugh. “I wish. But it’s not that simple, Val.”She sighed, tucking her legs under her. “I know. I just—this whole thing still pisses me off. I mean, you’re engaged to Daemon freaking Reynolds. The man has the emotional range of a brick wall and the patience of a ticking time bomb. Are you okay?”“I’m surviving,” I muttered, rubbing my temples. “Barely.”Her eyes softened. “So what’s the latest? What did he do now?”I groaned, falling back onto the mattress. “He stormed in here acting like he owns the place—like he owns me—and started with his usual intimidation rou

🌹Damien🌹Aurora stiffened, her grip tightening around the phone as if she could somehow erase the conversation I had just overheard. She didn’t answer immediately, which only made my smirk widen.“Should I take a guess?” I asked, stepping closer. “Your little ex, perhaps?”Her jaw clenched, and for a second, I almost thought she’d deny it. But she didn’t. Instead, she squared her shoulders and met my gaze head-on. “It’s none of your business.”That response only irritated me more. I wasn’t the kind of man who tolerated secrets—especially not from my fiancée.I took another step forward, closing the already small distance between us. “I think you’ll find that everything concerning you is my business, Aurora.”Her lips parted slightly, her breath uneven, but she held her ground. “You don’t own me, Damien.”I chuckled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. She flinched but didn’t pull away. “No,” I murmured. “But I do own this engagement. And I won’t have my fiancée en