All Chapters of Damien's Willing Captive : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Jace’s POVEverything had settled. Mostly.My sister, Jessie, was getting married to Tyler in two months. Yeah, that Tyler. The biker who burned down the Duncan estate, and got her pregnant. Mother caved in when she realized that she couldn’t do anything about the situation anymore.You see, she hates public humiliation more than she hates anything on the planet. So when Jessie refused to abort the baby, she had no choice. Wedding or scandal and she picked wedding. But on one condition… Tyler quit the club, cut the leather, and got a respectable job. He didn’t even argue. He just wanted Jessie so he went with the flow.And me? I buried myself in work, anything to dodge my mother’s relentless campaign to marry me off to some noblewoman, the mayor’s daughter, or whatever shiny political pawn she thought would “elevate our family.” For her, marriage wasn’t love, it was strategy, alliances, headlines.But after our last showdown, I don’t think she’ll ever try it again.I told her, very

****Agnes’s words hung in the air like a bomb.“Oops. Did I say that out loud?”Isabella blinked once. Twice. Then a laugh burst out of her…sharp, shocked, and real. “I’m sorry… what the hell is going on? Agnes, sit your ass down and give me the full gist. Right now.”Jace stepped forward fast, hands up. “Isabella, it’s really nothing—”“Nothing?” Agnes cut him off, voice cracking. “What do you mean nothing, Jace? We had sex. Amazing sex. You felt something. I felt something. So why are we still doing this stupid dance?” Her voice rose, shaking. “What are you afraid of? That I’m not good enough to be a Salvador? That I don’t fit in your perfect little rich-boy box because I’m too loud, too crazy, too fucked in the head?”“Agnes—” Isabella reached for her hand.“No, Bella, he needs to answer me!” Tears were streaming now, ugly and fast. “We were glued together for weeks looking for you. I fell hard. I thought he still had feelings for you, so I shut my mouth. I hid everything because

Damien’s POVAs soon as the ladies disappeared from our sight, before I even turned back toward the room, the brat…Jace Salvador…lunged at me and punched me square in the jaw.The hit was clean. Hard enough that something metallic filled my mouth. Blood dripped down my lip, warm and irritating.I didn’t flinch. Didn’t back up. Didn’t even touch him.I just wiped the blood off with my thumb and grinned at him.“Nice try, kid. You know why I’m not retaliating?” I growled, voice low as gravel. “Because I plan to lie next to my woman tonight. So if you think you can taunt me into getting physical just so she gets angry at me? You’re fucking joking.”He charged again…because of course he did, the idiot…but this time, I caught his wrist, twisted it behind his back, and pushed him forward until he cried out, tapping furiously at my arm.“You done?” I asked, tightening just a bit.He tapped faster.“Use your damn words,” I added. “Because I want to get laid tonight. Will you behave and not ma

Damien’s POVWe stood there, watching Marco disappear out of the estate and into a black SUV, while a barrel of questions exploded in my head. Why would Olivia’s father come to pay him a visit in prison? What’s the connection? What am I missing?The funny thing is, Marco doesn’t even know the relationship between Olivia and me. That she’s my best friend and personal assistant. He was already locked up long before she came into the picture.He told me that one Mr. Horace showed up last week, acting all sympathetic. Said he knew Marco’s sentence was unjust. That he’d been wronged and abandoned by me. That I’d been bragging everywhere about how I staged the whole thing and made Marco take the fall. Horace even offered to help if Marco wanted revenge on me.Marco said he was confused as hell. He’s pretty sure he put himself in that mess…no one forced him. So he wondered why this random man was trying to twist the story, trying to make him hate me. He flicked the man off, calling him som

Isabella’s POV“A body. In the river. Wrapped in plastic. In the river not far from his estate. They’re saying it’s her.”The words hung in the air like smoke, choking everyone.“No,” I whispered, my hand slipping from Damien’s. “No, no, no…tell me you’re joking.”Make it make sense! How is that even possible?!Gerald’s face was grim. “They pulled it out an hour ago. Female. Decomposed because it's been in the river, but the family already ID’d personal items…jewelry, clothing. They’re rushing the autopsy.”“How long?” I demanded, voice shaking so hard it hurt. “When did she die? Estimated time of death…when?”Gerald hesitated, glancing at his phone. “My contact in the morgue says they’re still working on it, but the time frame definitely falls into last week. The cause of death isn’t clear yet. Positive ID isn’t official…dental records and DNA will take days. But Osmond’s already claiming the belongings are his wife’s and that Damien is the killer.”My brain latched onto that like a