All Chapters of You're Mine, Damon Sinclair: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Who Even Is Jack?!

The black Mercedes slid through mid-morning traffic, its windows tinted so dark they turned the bright city into a blurred filmstrip. Damon sat in the back seat, jacket off, phone pressed to his ear while Patrick’s voice filled the cabin with the day’s schedule. He was halfway through the rundown when another call flashed on the screen.Jack.Damon’s thumb hovered over the screen. He hadn’t spoken directly to Jack in months. They communicated through lawyers, intermediaries, and whispers at board meetings. The fact that he was calling now meant only one thing: Jack wanted to show his hand.“End the call, Patrick,” Damon said quietly. “Reschedule everything for this morning.”“Yes, sir,” Patrick said, confused, but the line went dead.Damon accepted the incoming call. “Why the hell are you calling me?”“Wasn't thinking you would still have my number.” Jack replied, his voice warm and perfectly measured. “We need to talk.”“Talk about what?”“Meet me at Madison Café, thirty minutes.”D

Last Updated : 2025-09-11

Don't Teach Her Fear

The Mercedes pulled a stop at the hospital driveway. Damon barely waited for the car to stop before he threw the door open and jumped out, Lewis and two other guards following at a jog. Sirens wailed somewhere in the distance. St. Mary’s Hospital rose pale and modern in the midmorning light, Damon had lost count the number of times he's had to come to this same hospital over the years. It didn't hold good memories for him but here he was again, running in to check yet another loved one. Inside, the air smelled of antiseptic and coffee. Nurses glanced up as the group swept through the automatic doors. Damon moved with long, hard strides, every nerve on fire. He had been replaying Jack’s words the entire drive…. How well do you think you can protect her?! And now the echo was like a spike in his skull. At the reception desk a young nurse started to ask for identification, but Lewis stepped forward and produced Damon’s card. “Naomi Sinclair,” Damon said tightly. “Which room?” “S

Last Updated : 2025-09-15

Its All A Game

The Bentley rolled to a stop in front of Clara’s estate just after eight that evening. A steady rain had started, streaking the windscreen and turning the driveway into a slick mirror. Damon stayed in the car for a moment, his fist clenched and eyes as dark as a storm, fixed on the gates leading into the mansion. The house looked like it had been lifted out of a glossy magazine: a marble portico, the faint smell of wet roses drifting in the damp air.One of Aaron's many properties that Clara had forcefully claimed as hers..Lewis leaned forward from the driver’s seat. “Do you want us inside with you?”“No,” Damon said without looking at him. “Wait in the car. If you hear shouting, then you come in.”He stepped out into the rain. By the time he reached the front steps the shoulders of his coat were wet. He pressed the doorbell once. Footsteps padded on marble inside, quick and eager. The lock turned and the door swung open.Amanda stood framed in the doorway in a silk wrap, her hair

Last Updated : 2025-09-17

The Last Thing

It was lunch break and everyone was excited to head to the cafeteria. Today's meal on the roaster was something everyone looked forward to.She should have joined the rest of the team but she needed to use the bathroom. Naomi hurried towards the bathroom on their floor, trying to hide just how pressed she was while working rather quickly. She has always had a terrible bladder and she knew damned well that holding it longer than necessary would only be detrimental. She found an empty cubicle and did her business and sighed in relief. Now she can head for the cafeteria to join the rest of her team. By the time she made it out of the restroom, the entire floor was empty. She strode towards the elevator,she needed to join the rest of her team at the cafeteria too. She pulled a stop at the caution sign right in front of the elevator. It wasn't working.Just great! Her only option was the stairs. She made her way towards the stairs and it was completely dark. The lights went off sudden

Last Updated : 2025-09-18

Butterflies

The door opened on a soft hiss of hinges.Naomi glanced up from the tray on her lap. She was sitting upright against the pillows, hair still damp from the sponge bath the nurse had given her, hospital gown gaping a little at one shoulder. She’d been scrolling idly through her phone but her thumb froze when she saw who came in.Damon.He filled the doorway in his black coat, one hand carrying a small overnight bag. His tie was gone, shirt sleeves rolled up. His eyes found hers immediately and softened.But he looked way better than he did earlier that morning before she dozed off into a medical induced sleep. She had told him to go home, take a shower at least and maybe pack a few change of clothes for himself if he plans to spend every day with her at the hospital. “You’re awake,” he said.“I’ve been awake,” she replied. “You’re late.”She gave him two hours to get done and be on his way back. She didn't want to be alone. Not when they were yet to find out who tried to kill her..“I

Last Updated : 2025-09-20

The Guest

The corridor outside Naomi’s ward smelled of antiseptic and floor polish. Damon stood with his back to the wall, phone pressed tight to his ear, eyes on the window at the end of the hall.Patrick’s voice hissed through the speaker, low and urgent. “We found the man who tampered with the cameras. He’s trying to get out of town. I’ve already sent men after him. He won’t make it to the airport.”Damon’s jaw tightened. “Bring him in alive.”“We will try our best sir.” Patrick said. He had seen a fair share of situations like this and it's almost impossible to catch men who have everything to lose alive. “You will,” Damon said, an edge in his tone. “I want a name out of his mouth before he stops breathing.”Patrick didn’t argue. The line went dead. Damon lowered the phone and stared at the screen for a beat, his reflection ghosting across it. The rage under his skin was a living thing, clawing to get out.He turned toward Naomi’s room just as a hand clamped down on his shoulder.Damon sp

Last Updated : 2025-09-22

Unexpected Guest

The orderlies wheeled Naomi’s bed out of the ward just before dusk. The new room was on a quieter floor, tucked away at the end of a short corridor lined with pale blue doors and security. The window faced the hospital gardens; soft, filtered light spilled across the polished floor. Damon walked beside the bed the entire way, hand on the rail as if sheer contact could protect her.When they stopped in the new room he oversaw everything himself; the placement of the IV stand, the closing of the blinds, the numerous guards posted outside. Reed had left an hour earlier, promising to return the next day. Now, at last, it was just Damon and Naomi.She sat propped against the pillows, breathing slowly, a little colour back in her cheeks. Damon crouched to adjust the blanket at her feet. “This one’s better,” he said quietly. “More private. Less noise.”“Thank you for arranging it.” Her voice was still soft, still tired, but there was a flicker of warmth in her eyes. “You didn’t have to.”

Last Updated : 2025-09-24

Soonie D'marcello

The steady sound of water pouring down into a disposable cup filled the hallway with Soonie standing right in front of it, eyes distant.She wasn't thirsty, she just wanted to get away from Damon before she dug his eyes out herself. The room had steeped in hush after Naomi drifted into sleep. The rhythm of the heart monitor was the only sound either of them could hear. Beyond the blinds, the garden lamps burned against the night.Damon hadn’t moved from his post at the window. One hand was braced against the sill, the other resting loosely in his pocket but his gaze stayed on the reflection, the faint outline of Naomi’s sleeping form.And not far from it is the shadow of Soonie hunched in the chair across from her bed.It had been like this for nearly an hour. Silence was starting to get uncomfortable but it was better than having a conversation with each other.Soonie’s eyes were also on Naomi and on Damon. Her arms were folded, her foot tapping against the tiled floors in angry bur

Last Updated : 2025-10-01

Another Smoke Show

The city rolled past in shadowed blurs as Damon sat in the back of the car, silence pressed tight against him. His hand tapped against his thigh, steady and controlled, though the storm in his chest betrayed him.He didn't want to leave Nsomi all alone with Soonie but Reed had stopped by and promised to wait behind with her. And here he was, on his way to get answers about the bastard who tried to kill his wife. Patrick’s text was still on his phone screen. Patrick: We got him. The technician who messed up the cameras. His name is Trent. Here is the address.It should have been good news. A break from his suspicions and assumptions. He'll, he could barely sleep at night, not knowing who he needed to protect Naomi against. She was already paranoid, he didn't want to pile on that. Tonight, though, he would get answers and put an end to this madness once and for all. The car slowed as they turned off the main road, pulling into a warehouse lot long abandoned to weeds and graffiti. T

Last Updated : 2025-10-03

Mr Thickrimmed glasses

The mood in the office had shifted drastically in the last few days. It was like the entire building was holding its breath.Didi sighed for the hundredth time that morning, eyes fixed on her phone screen like she was patiently waiting for a call. Or a text. Around her, telecoms rang, keyboards clicked, and people moved through the day with the sort of silence suitable for a place of mourning. Every conversation became explicitly clear to avoid complication but there was one subject nobody could avoid: Naomi had been pushed down the stairs, and the company was a different place now.Didi shifted in her seat, the glow of the monitor tinting her face. Her hands hovered over the keyboard, embarrassment making her hesitate on a half-typed email.Is she even alive? Didi wondered. She pushed back from the desk and turned to the small knot of people clustered nearby.“Has anyone heard from Ms Naomi?” she asked, voice too loud in the quiet.The question dropped like a stone. Rose looked u

Last Updated : 2025-10-06

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