บททั้งหมดของ Damien's Willing Captive : บทที่ 211 - บทที่ 220

Isabella’s POVAgnes stepped in mid-sentence. “Bella, what’s taking you so long? Did you fall in or—?”Her words died instantly as her eyes flew wide the moment the scene registered, pure shock freezing her in place for half a second too long. Her eyes locked on the scene… me pinned, struggling, eyes wide and watering above the handkerchief; two masked men, one holding me, the other blocking the exit.For one frozen heartbeat, nobody moved.Then Agnes exploded.She didn’t scream. Didn’t hesitate for a second before acting.She just lunged.Straight at the man in front of me…the one who’d touched my hair…like a missile in red heels. Her purse swung in a vicious arc, heavy with whatever she’d stuffed in there all day (phone, wallet, lip gloss, keys, probably a brick for all I knew). It cracked against the side of his head with a sick thud.He staggered sideways, hand flying to his temple.Agnes didn’t stop there. She kept flinging the bag as she started raising an alarm. But just as s

Isabella’s POVAgnes’s eyes were locked on my hand pressed to my waist, confusion warring with dawning hope.“Why the hell are you touching your waist like that?” she whispered fiercely, voice cracking at the edges.Unbelievable. She can’t even get a hint.I rolled my eyes…pain shooting through my swollen cheek…and forced a weak, bloody smile.“Because Damien’s paranoid ass made me wear a waist chain after the last time I vanished and ended up behind bars. Anastasia tried to frame me for murder too like a month ago. He lost his mind. Said wristwatches are too obvious, necklaces get ripped off, anklets are cute but useless in a fight. So he had this custom silver chain made…looks like delicate jewelry, feels like it too. But there’s a micro-tracker sewn into the clasp. Double-tap it, and it pings him a silent SOS with exact coordinates.”Agnes blinked. Then blinked again.“Wait…hold the fuck up. Anastasia came all the way from Texas? And you were a murder suspect too? So you, Jace, and

Damien’s POVThe hospital was in chaos the second we screeched into the emergency bay. The trauma team was already waiting…someone must’ve radioed ahead. A stretcher appeared. Hands pulled her from my arms. I tried to follow.“Sir, you have to let us—”I almost argued for them to let me be with her. But that will be a waste of time.They wheeled her away. Double doors swung shut. I stood there, chest heaving, blood on my hands, my shirt, my face.The other car pulled in seconds later and Agnes stumbled into the waiting area crying. Ellie right behind her. Jace last…face pale, knuckles bloody.I hope he got those bloody knuckles from punching those bastards.I paced the hallway outside the OR like a caged animal, ignoring everyone else. Back and forth. Back and forth. Every tick of the clock felt like a knife twisting.Jace stepped in front of me, hand on my shoulder.“She’s gonna be okay, man. She’s tough. You know she is.”I spun.And punched him.Hard.Jaw cracked under my knuckles.

Isabella’s POVThe darkness didn’t disappear all at once. It loosened its grip slowly, like my body was climbing back toward the surface after being held under for too long.Sensations came before thought. The rough pull of a hospital sheet against my shoulders. A deep, stubborn ache low in my side…hot, heavy, unmoving, like pain that’s decided to settle in and stay. My mouth tasted wrong…like metallic old blood and something stale, even though my tongue feels thick and dry, like it hasn’t moved in days.Then sound crept in.Beep… beep… beep…A low murmur of voices overlapping…familiar, worried, exhausted.Someone was crying quietly. Agnes, I think. The kind of crying that’s been going on so long it’s become background noise.Closer… I felt Damien. His voice was wrecked, barely above a whisper, like he’s been talking to me for days without stopping.Somehow that made me sad. Thinking about how they must all feel. How long was I unconscious for? Days? Weeks? A month?!“…please, baby. J

Damien’s POVI hit the bottom of the stairs and the whole living room snapped to attention. Matteo was nursing a coffee like it was glued to his hand. Andre was constantly checking his pistol while avoiding eye contact with everyone. Jaxon was scrolling his phone, jaw tight. Jace was pacing like he’d had six espressos. Ellie and Agnes were on the couch, whispering, both looking up the stairs every few seconds like they expected Isabella to magically appear.The second my foot hit the floor, the room went dead quiet.I didn’t bother with small talk. “Ellie, Agnes…go upstairs. Stay with Isabella. She’s finally asleep, so keep it quiet. Just… be there. Silently,” I warned.Ellie nodded once, grabbed Agnes’s wrist before she could say anything, and they were moving. Agnes shot me a quick suspicious glance anyway, but followed. By the time they hit the halfway mark on the stairs, they were gone.Jaxon lowered his phone real slow. “Where to, boss?”“Yeah an errand. A quick one.”He stepped