All Chapters of You're Mine, Damon Sinclair: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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The Rescue

Damon did not remember crossing the room. One second he was staring at his phone, listening to Naomi’s trembling breath and the unmistakable edge of another woman’s voice in the background, Soonie’s voice, and the next, he was barking orders at Patrick who seemed to have sensed something was wrong and had come rushing in.“Sir, is everything okay?” “Track her location. Now,” Damon snapped as he shoved his phone into Patrick's hand. “Who?” Patrick asked gently, knowing he could get cursed out for his question.“My wife God damnit!” Damom snapped in anger. Patrick stepped out almost immediately to hand the phone over to the security detail in charge of the house. Minutes later, he returned with news just as Damon was shrugging into his jacket.Patrick didn’t waste a second. “Sir, her call pinged from a residential block on Aster Lane. Apartment 5B.”“That’s Soonie’s apartment,” Damon muttered, voice tightening at the edges. He had men watching the apartment when Naomi decided to leav

Aftermath

The hospital smelled like antiseptic and Naomi was starting to get sick and tired of stopping by the hospital every three business days. Damon guided her down to a private ward, his hands gentle and reassuring. She glanced up at him, tears almost welling up in her eyes. He cared. He always had and she had him on her side even when things got dangerous.Naomi sat on the edge of the examination bed, feet dangling just above the tiled floor, a thin blanket draped over her shoulders. The nurse had insisted, even after Naomi said -three times- that she was fine. But Damon wanted to make sure. He believed she was doing okay but he wanted to be certain. Damon stood near the door, arms crossed, his body rigid in a way she recognized all too well. This was the version of him the world rarely saw, the man who looked calm until you noticed how tight his jaw was clenched.“You can sit,” Naomi said softly.He didn’t answer right away.Only when the nurse finished checking her wrists and murmur

The Sinclair Drama

The television volume was low, but no one in the Sinclair living room missed a single word. Their steaming cups of morning coffee sat on the center table untouched, eyes glued to the screen on the wall.The headline crawled across the bottom of the screen in bold white letters: ATTEMPTED KIDNAPPING SHAKES ASTER LANE, PROMINENT BUSINESSMAN DAMON SINCLAIR INVOLVED.The reporter’s voice was detached, the way people sounded when they were discussing tragedies that had nothing to do with them.“…authorities confirmed that the suspect, identified as Soonie Marcello, forcibly restrained the victim inside her apartment late last night. Sources say the victim narrowly escaped serious harm before security intervened…”The camera cut to flashing police lights, to a blurred image of an apartment complex and moved to the unmistakable silhouette of Damon ushering Naomi into a black vehicle.The living room was quiet.The reporter continued simply, eyes slightly widening at the words on the teleprom

Family Reunion

Damon had been awake for a while. He lay on his side, propped slightly on one elbow, watching Naomi sleep. The early morning light filtered in through the half-drawn curtains, settling gently over her face. It caught in her lashes, traced the gentle rise and fall of her chest, warmed the crease between her brows that never quite went away even in sleep. He reached out carefully, brushing his thumb along her cheek. She stirred but didn’t wake up, only shifted closer, her nose pressing faintly into the pillow. Damon felt something tight loosen in his chest. Relief. She was here. Safe and right next to him.. His fingers followed the familiar lines of her face as if memorising every inch of her all over again. He brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes, then let his hand rest there, cupping her cheek. His eyes went down to her lips. The urge to kiss her was strong, but he didn't. She needed rest and that seemed to matter more to him at the moment. “DAMON! ” The door b

Damon Sinclair's Mystery Wife

Damon was so close to begging her on his knees for her to stay at home but she didn't listen. He'll, that man was worried someone would try something crazy again and his fears were very much valid. She needed to distract herself from the mess that just happened with Soonie, media frenzy or not. The office felt different the moment Naomi stepped out of the elevator.There wasn't anything visible. The glass walls were the same, the hum of computers steady, the smell of burnt coffee lingering faintly in the air. But the silence hit her first, the moment she walked into the lobby. Conversations cut off mid-sentence, chairs stopped creaking, someone cleared their throat nervously.Naomi adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and walked forward anyway.She had known this was coming.The news had been everywhere; online headlines, morning shows, social media clips dissecting the footage frame by frame. Damon Sinclair’s Wife Identified After Shocking Kidnapping Attempt. Her face h

The Cherry On Top

Naomi made her way to Damon's office, trying her hardest to ignore the curious glances that went her way as she walked. Today was unbelievably long too. Maybe she should have taken Damon up on his offer, maybe she should have stayed back home with Charm. That dog was quite something, wouldn't leave her side for a moment. The elevator doors swung open to Damon's office and Patrick got on his feet immediately, a smile plastered on his face. “Good morning, Ms Naomi.” She nodded. “Is he in?” “Yes.” She made her way into the office, tucking the tablet under her arm as she pushed the door open with another. Damon was seated behind his desk as usual, his coat was on the coat hanger and his tie was nowhere to be found. His hair was tousled, today must be one of those busy days.Or he'd been stressing out just like she was. Naomi approached Damon’s desk with the tablet clutched against her chest like it might suddenly try to escape her.His eyes went over to her and seemed to soften a

Another Secret

Naomi stood in front of the full-length mirror in Damon’s office, smoothing down the front of her dress for the third time even though it didn’t need it.She wore a black suit, nothing ceremonial, nothing casual either. It's been years since she stepped foot in her father's company, Allure. Hell, he'd named it after her middle name. Why did she think he would hand it over to someone else that wasn't her? Damon's office was right next to her father's former office. He'd asked her if she wanted to go in. He made sure the place was always clean, nothing touched but she shook her head. She wasn't ready yet. Damon watched her from behind, adjusting his cufflinks. He hadn’t said much since they left the villa. He didn’t need to. She could feel his concern in the way his eyes followed her movements, the way his jaw tightened slightly every time she exhaled a little too sharply.“You don’t have to do this,” he said finally.Naomi met his eyes in the mirror.“I do,” she replied without hes

The Jack Secret

Naomi did not remember how she got home.She remembered stepping out of Damon’s office, the hallway stretching too long in front of her, the sound of her heels against the floor echoing too loudly in her ears. She remembered Patrick’s startled face when he saw her leave without Damon, the way he straightened immediately and said her name, concern already forming. She remembered waving him off without looking back. After that, everything blurred into a series of moments that did not feel real enough to belong to her.Now she sat on the edge of her bed, her back straight, her hands resting limply on her lap as though they no longer belonged to her body.The bedroom was quiet in a way that felt unnatural. The curtains were drawn, shutting out the afternoon light, leaving the room dark. The familiar scent of the space; Damon’s cologne, her perfume, the faint smell of clean linen, should have grounded her. PppppppppInstead, it made her chest tighten.Uncle Jack.The words repeated in her

A Dangerous Dare

The drive home was quiet.The city moved past them in long stretches of traffic lights and blurred buildings, the evening settling in slowly. Naomi sat in the passenger seat with her fingers laced through Damon's. His grip was gentle, almost careful like he didn't want to break something fragile. Her phone vibrated.She ignored it.It vibrated again, more insistent this time. Naomi glanced down, irritation already forming, then froze when she saw the number.Unknown.The phone vibrated again.Damon noticed the slight change in her posture, the way her shoulders tensed. He didn’t look away from the road, but he couldn't tell something was wrong. “Everything okay?” he asked casually.Naomi hesitated, then answered the call before it rang again.She didn’t put it on speaker.“Naomi,” Soonie’s voice came through immediately, rushed and uneven. “Naomi, please. I’ve been trying to reach you. They said I could make a call and I…”Naomi’s grip tightened around the phone.“Don’t call me aga

The Showdown

“We're leaving.” Damon said and walked towards the stage. He wasn't going to listen to anything Naomi had to say about staying back and enjoying the party.He's had enough. Damon climbed the stage, gave his appreciation speech even though it wasn't time for him to and minutes later, he and Naomi were out of the ballroom.He didn't even give her time to say goodbye to Ethan. The car door hadn’t even fully shut behind the when Damon’s hand went in Naomi’s hair, tilting her head back to meet a kiss that tasted of champagne, heat, and something distinctly him.Patrick didn't need to be told before pulling up the partition glass of the Maybach and giving these crazy two the privacy they needed. The tinted glass of the Maybach shielded them from the city lights, turning the backseat into a sanctuary. Naomi gasped into his mouth, her hands scrambling the lapels of his suit jacket. The jealousy that had been simmering in him at the ball had boiled over into something he couldn't quite co

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