All Chapters of Damien's Willing Captive : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

ISABELLA’S POV I didn’t need to be told twice. I gritted my teeth as I retreated to the kitchen, the tray of untouched food still warm in my hands. The moment the door swung shut behind me, I dropped the act. My breath came hard and fast, each inhale scraping my throat. Rage coiled tight in my chest like a spring. I gripped the edge of the counter until my knuckles whitened. Stay calm. Play it smart. Damien isn’t here. I can still get out of here. Who knows? They might consider my plan. Minutes stretched into a fragile silence. Then Olivia’s voice shattered it. “Isabella!” she called, the sharpness in her tone slicing through the air. “Come here and pour us some wine, you dumb bitch.” I sucked in a breath, straightened my spine, gave myself a quick prep talk on why I need to swallow the insult. Then, I carried the bottle of expensive red back into the living room. The girls were lounging like queens again, their laughter low and cruel. I approached the coffee ta

ISABELLA’S POV Olivia stared at him like he’d punched a hole through the world. For a beat there was nothing…just the tick of the radiator, the faint rasp of Olivia’s breath, the way the air felt suddenly too small to hold everything. “You…what did you just say to me?” Her laugh ripped out of her, high and incredulous, as if the idea itself were ridiculous. “You’re…this is a joke, right? You begged me to take this job because you needed me. You promised me…Damie, you promised me we were… hell, we were partners. You’ve never once called me your assistant…and now suddenly you do? Because of her?” “Don’t make me repeat myself, Olivia,” he cut in, voice flat, the sort of quiet that made people pay attention because it suggested something more dangerous behind it. “This is my person, Olivia. If you can’t respect that…if you can’t accept that…then leave. Now. And let today be the last time you barge into my room without knocking.” Her face crumpled between shock and fury, the masc

DAMIEN’S POV I closed the door softly behind me, the latch clicking like a gun cocking. For a moment I just stood there, my forehead pressed to the cool wood, my palms flat against it. The echo of her scent clung to my shirt…warm skin, a faint trace of her shampoo, something uniquely Isabella that I could never quite name. I tilted my head back, eyes closing, and pressed my spine against the door, as if leaning on it would keep me upright. My body felt like a raging fire, humming with restraint. She had no idea how close I’d come to breaking. Damn. The word tore from me, low and ragged. I felt my cock throb painfully against the inside of my pants, every heartbeat a pulse of memory…her trembling under my palm, her gasp when I dragged her hand to me, the flash of defiance in her eyes even when her breath hitched. God, the beautiful things I wanted to do to her. Not cruel things. Just mind blowing punishments in pleasure. Lessons in pleasure so deep she’d never f

Damien’s POV The living room was chaotic when we got in. Two masked men had already claimed it as theirs. One tore through the drawers like a starving dog, tossing papers, silverware, whatever he could get his hands on. The other had his gun leveled at Ellie and Olivia. Of all fucking days, Ellie decides to leave her room? Perfect. Just perfect. The second we stepped in, the intruders spun toward us like wolves scenting blood. The one with the gun shoved the barrel closer to Olivia’s temple, yanking her against him. The other moved fast, dragging Ellie up and pinning her with a blade at her side. Their screams sliced through the room. “Damien, do something! Please!” Olivia sobbed, her voice breaking. Ellie’s tears streaked down her cheeks, her eyes wide with terror. Their cries made my skin crawl, made me feel like the most useless bastard in the room. I took a deep breath, forcing steel into my spine. At least Isabella isn’t here. Thank Christ for that. “Drop your weapo

Isabella’s POV My hands shook so violently I almost didn’t recognize them. They were slick and red…his blood, warm and sticky between my fingers. Damien’s blood. He took a bullet for me. Why? Why would he do that? The question clawed through my mind, scraping at the edges of my sanity. I reached for him as the guys moved in, but Olivia shoved me hard enough that I stumbled back. She slid into my place like she belonged there, cradling his head against her shoulder. What have I done? I should’ve stayed hidden when I heard the gunshot. I should’ve locked the door and pretended I didn’t exist. Why did I step out? Why did I think I could play the hero in a world I didn’t understand? Olivia’s words tore through my skull like shards of glass, echoing until I clutched my head as if I could hold the pieces of myself together before they split apart. Her words, her accusation, rang inside my head on a loop…it’s your fault…and I staggered back another step, numb. It is my faul