All Chapters of Alpha CEO Desired Me After Divorce: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Evangeline's POV The moment the doctor left the room, silence fell like a heavy curtain. I stared at the ceiling, unmoving, my thoughts colliding like waves. Cardiac angiosarcoma. Six months to live, maybe less. And a miscarriage of a child I never even knew I was carrying. The words echoed again and again in my skull, splintering through me like glass. I was dying and I had lost another baby. A fragile sob welled up in my throat, but I swallowed it down with a force that made my jaw ache. The sterile scent of the hospital was suffocating, and the longer I remained in this bed, the more it felt like a grave waiting to be sealed. I couldn’t lie here, wasting away. I had unfinished business. Too many loose ends. And more than anything, I couldn’t afford to die while the people who destroyed me continued living like nothing had happened. My fingers clenched the edge of the sheet. The room spun slightly when I sat up, my head throbbed, but I gritted my teeth and pulled the IV from my

Damien's POV I sat frozen, the scent of her still hanging in my office. Her voice, brittle but stubborn, echoed in my skull. “You don't know what it means to loose anything, Damien Hunter. You lack emotions, no empathy. I’ve already fallen” She said it with steel, with pride and pain laced together in a bitter cocktail. But underneath that defiance, I heard it. The fracture in her soul. The scream she didn’t let out. I gritted my teeth and slammed the file shut on my desk, the sharp clap slicing through the stillness. The report Edward had handed me hours ago of her background burned like acid in my veins.Subject: Evangeline HartHealth Status: Chronic Cardiac Angiosarcoma Prognosis: Terminal. Estimated six months following recent trauma. Pregnancy terminated – spontaneous miscarriage due to blunt-force impact. Marital Status: Divorced. One child—Noah, Custody unresolved. Psychological Evaluation: High-functioning under emotional distress. Recommendation: High surveillance a

Evangeline's POVLater towards evening, when work was about closing, I packed my things quietly after rounding up a few metrics. My head was throbbing faintly, a dull ache that hadn't quite left me since the hospital, but I pushed through it. I had made it through the day. Barely. That had to count for something. I stood up and smoothed the creases of my skirt, my tablet tucked beneath one arm, then reached for the doorknob ready to leave, I had barely taken a step when the door creaked open slowly. Damien. He walked in as though he owned the air I breathed, all calm strides and unreadable eyes. His presence filled the room like smoke, slow, suffocating, and impossible to ignore. His dark gaze lifted and met mine as I straightened my back. “You’re leaving already?” he asked, his tone clipped and cold, the usual disdain lacing every syllable. I blinked. “It’s closing hour, isn’t it?” His eyes lingered on my face, sharp and dissecting. “You’re not planning to do anything else

Damien's POVI stood still in the center of her office, her presence still thick in the air. She’d said she wanted to resign. I had seen the fire in her eyes when she said it. The trembling defiance. But I had also seen the panic that followed like her own words had betrayed her.I leaned forward and tapped the edge of her desk with one finger, rhythmically. Tap. Tap. Tap. It helped me think. Helped me ground the heaviness simmering beneath my skin. I had gone too far again. I saw the mark around her throat still ghosted on my palm. She’d been afraid. Afraid of me. I frowned. She had struck me, yes. And no one had ever dared to do that. But what I did in return… It hadn’t been human. And I knew it.My control had slipped. The beast in me had stirred and surged forward drawn by her scent, by her resistance, by the maddening cocktail of chaos she carried wherever she went. Her unsubmissiveness was what had stirred my beast the most, he demanded total surrender especially when it ca

Damien's POV The silence between us stretched quiet, but not peaceful. Madelyn's fingers still rested lightly against my cheek, but they had changed and slid down, lazily tracing the shape of my jaw. She wasn’t just touching, she was studying, reminding of her. I stepped back but she followed. The kind of woman who never needed to move fast to close distance. All she had to do was exist, as the air between us folded. "Madelyn," I said, my voice low and firm, letting the name settle between us like a line I didn’t want crossed. Her eyes gleamed. The soft curve of her lips pulled into a knowing smirk, and she rose from the chair with elegance that had always felt rehearsed. Her hands smoothed over her hips, her body shifting with calculated grace. And then, slowly, pointedly, she stepped closer to me. Much closer. I could see the way her gown clung to her curves, the neckline low enough to tease. But this time, she made sure I noticed. She shifted her shoulders back just e