All Chapters of Chasing Back The Woman He Destroyed: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Serena's POVSophia huffed. “Alright, fine. I’ll shut up. But don’t think avoiding the topic makes it disappear.” She stabbed her fork into the grilled chicken like it had personally offended her.Damien didn’t reply. His focus was on the steak in front of him, cutting with that same precision he carried into everything else. Every slice looked controlled, neat, as if even food couldn’t escape his discipline.I stole a glance at him. His jaw was tense. Not in anger, no, it was different. Like he was keeping something chained inside, something that might spill out if he slipped even once. For a moment, my chest tightened. I wondered what kind of woman could have left scars deep enough to make him, the infamous Damien, so guarded.I wanted to ask. But the silence between us was heavy, and I wasn’t sure if I had the right.So I cleared my throat and forced a smile. “This food is amazing. I don’t think I’ve eaten like this in forever.”That earned me the smallest glance from Damien. Hi

Serena's POVDamien’s voice broke through my awe. “Next time,” he said, smiling at me, “you’ll have all the time in the world to explore and enjoy this place. But for now, let’s not forget, we still have Sophia’s surprise waiting.”I looked at him, clearing the unanticipated dampness from my eyes. He had considered this so seriously. Thought through every step to make me feel unique.I couldn't resist. I hugged him again, tighter this time. My arms wrapped themselves about him as if I never wanted to let him go."You're unbelievable," I whispered.Before I could say more, Sophia stepped in and pulled me away from him with a melodramatic sigh."Enough already!" she exclaimed, half-serious, half-not. "Don't you dare hug them all away. Spare some for me too, because when I get to hug my own surprise, I'm hugging him till his bones crack."I burst out laughing, covering my mouth, and Damien grinned, shaking his head."Okay, okay," I snapped, throwing up my hands in mock defeat. "You may h

Serena's POV“This,” he continued, motioning vaguely to the hotel, to the very air around us, “this is the least I can do. You’re not just a client anymore. Not to me. You’re part of my heart. You and Sophia both.”I had no idea what to say. Words were too frail, too insufficient for the enormity of what he'd just admitted. So I didn't say anything. Instead, I stepped forward and threw my arms around him.He braced himself for the briefest instant before his arms closed around me, strong and secure.The elevator bell rang, breaking the enchantment. We hurriedly separated, clearing our throats, behaving as if nothing at all had just happened.But his heat lingered on my skin.We took a seat in the lobby when we arrived. I shifted restlessly, glancing at the clock. "I hope Sophia won't be too long. We still have that birthday to reach."Damien chuckled, his voice deep and velvety. "I'm not in a hurry."I learned from him. He wasn't, actually. That was something about Damien, he was neve

Serena's POVI folded my hands in my lap, staring down at my painted nails. A mix of unease and anticipation churned in my chest. Alexander had always been reliable in the way he followed Vincent’s rules.To see him this way, unencumbered, was to see a dam explode after more than forty years of holding back. The travel persisted, unremarkable and long with only the occasional ring of Sophia's phone as her notifications flowed in.All other news headlines included Alexander's name underscored in them.I had no idea when I started reading all the blogs that have Alexander Calloway's name on them. What is he doing?By the time we arrived at the venue, my mind was already racing with possibilities.Black-suited security men stood in the pathway, shoving back the chaos.Damien drew the jeep in smoothly, his cool never faltering. "Remember," he instructed us, turning halfway around in his seat, "celebration, not connection. Keep your smiles a little cool, your words guarded. Especially yo

Serena's POVThat silence was enough of an answer.“I thought as much,” I murmured, shaking my head faintly. There was no point pressing him further. If he didn’t want to say, then nothing I asked would force the truth out of him.Sam shifted uncomfortably under my gaze, then broke it himself, scanning the crowd.His expression softened as his eyes landed somewhere behind me."Have you seen Pristine around?" he asked hastily, as if eager to shift the conversation from dangerous ground.I blinked at him in surprise at the sudden shift. "Pristine?""Yes," he said, eyes scanning again across the hall. "I thought she'd be here.".My brows were creased. "I don't know," I replied finally, shaking my head. "If you want her, you ought to go find her.""You see, Serena," Sam said firmly. "I see that you don't like Pristine but if I was being honest, you both look alike in some sort of way."Sam's statement struck me like a cold gust of air, uninvited and much too invasive. We both look alike?