All Chapters of Damien's Willing Captive : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Damien’s POV The vibration continued, and Jaxon stepped closer, passing the phone to me with a tight nod. I snatched it, my pulse hammering in my ears. When I saw the caller ID, the number that usually screamed trouble…I raised a hand to silence the room, stepping aside into the shadowed corner of the living room. “Go on,” I said, voice low and edged like a blade. The voice on the other end purred, thick with fake seduction. “Damien…when I got the call that you called in for a special favor, I swear to you, I had an orgasm right there in daylight!” She squealed, the sound grating against my skull like nails on concrete. I ran a hand over my hair, disgust churning in my gut. But I didn’t have time to indulge her delusions. “Tell me why you called,” I said coldly, each word clipped. She cleared her throat, offense dripping from the pause. “The girls your men told us about…they’ve been handled.” Pride laced her tone, like she’d just won a prize. “How badly?” I asked, needi

Anastasia’s POV Despite my victory, there was a small voice reminding me of risk…the way witnesses sometimes overstep and investigations tilt. The police wanted me to stay so they could ask more questions. I did not want more questions. I did not want the truth to slip out like a thread pulled from a dress. So instead of staying put where they could find me, I planned to hide. I’d send a message. I’d have someone take my calls. I’d disappear and let the story stand on the single pillar I’d planted. I’d disappear from their radar for now. Then I’ll pay a very capable investigator to track down the killer for me. So I can make him mine. Who knows? He could come in handy whenever I want to teach someone a lesson. Say for instance, the Salvadors. But before I leave, it’s only right I party for this victory. Isabella will rot in jail! I met a few people…friends in the same circle, faces who smiled the right way, but weighed you based on how heavy your pocket is. Basica

Damien’s POV I didn’t trust this sneaky woman one bit. We didn’t need solely her testimony to get Isabella out anyway. It didn’t take my men up to an hour to track down her identity and to know why she did what she did. How come I didn’t even recognize her from that day in Texas during the engagement party? She was the one that caused that chaos. I just needed to teach her a little lesson about respect…not that we needed her testimony. We had the footage to prove Isabella was within the gates at the time of the murder. This was about tying up loose ends for the annoying officers and, more importantly, making this lady pay for lying against Isabella. I felt a stupid, clean thrill thinking she would soon come home to me. The idea of her in my house again, under my roof, in my bed…it tightened something in my chest. We walked into the station and, like I expected, she wiggled out of Andre’s grip the second the doors swung and rushed to the nearest cluster of officers.

Isabella’s POV The air in the living room went still, the kind of stillness that comes right before a glass slips off a table and shatters. Ellie’s arms loosened from their defensive cross, and Alicia…yes, Alicia, not Malia…looked like someone had just yanked the rug out from under her entire personality. I didn’t scream. I didn’t shake. I didn’t fold into myself like the old me would do in a situation like this. I stared at her the way those girls stared at me in the cell right before they swung the first punch…except this time, I wasn’t the one bleeding. Or the one getting punched. “I’ll start with something simple,” I said, voice calm, even, almost bored. “Your real name is Alicia Hammond. You changed it the second you met Ellie Voss for some twisted reason best known to you. New hair, new story, new personality. I almost didn’t recognize you. But a name change doesn’t erase the fact that you were fired from your old job for money laundering, or that you’ve been living

Damien’s POV I was just about to snap at my new assistant for taking forever when I heard the door being pushed open. I didn’t bother looking up, I thought it was him finally showing up. But when the door opened, it wasn’t Mike. It was Olivia. A low groan slipped out before I could stop it. Of all people, she was the last I wanted to deal with today. I hadn’t seen her since I came back to work, and honestly, I haven’t even thought about her. My head has been full of one person only…Isabella. Olivia squealed my name like we were in some kind of reunion movie. “Damien!” She rushed toward me with that bright smile she likes to use when she wants something. I didn’t forget the part she played, and I wasn’t going to. I still had one of my men following her and digging into everything she’s been doing, because something about her recent behavior just doesn’t add up. Why did she lie about Isabella? Why did she hide the fact that Cleo ran away from the convent? Why switch