All Chapters of His Beauty Her Beast: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Elena's POVThe world around us went still. The sound of cutlery clinking, the low hum of conversations — everything blurred.Damon just stared at me, the disbelief in his eyes slowly turning into something else.“You’re joking.”I shook my head. “I wish I were.”His chair scraped back a little, his hands gripping the table edge. “How—how is that even possible, Elena?” His voice cracked, anger creeping in. “You can’t just be forced into marriage. You could’ve said no. You could’ve come to me.”“I did say no,” I whispered, the tears already burning. “He—he came to my house that night. My father, Caroline, Nate—he had them hostage. I had no choice.”Damon stared at me like he didn’t recognise me anymore. “So you married him to save them?”I nodded weakly.He leaned back, exhaling sharply. “Christ.” His hands raked through his hair, his jaw clenching. “Do you even realise what that means, Elena?”“I do,” I said softly. “Every second since that night.”“Does he—” Damon stopped, his voice

Elena's POVRowan didn’t think much and stormed out of the room without a second thought. His chair scraped harshly against the marble floor, the sound cutting through the air like a blade. Nina followed him, her heels clacking fast and sharp behind him. I stood there, frozen, watching the door swing shut.The office suddenly felt too big, too cold, too quiet. I could still hear Rowan’s voice echoing in my head—flat, sharp, stripped of emotion. For someone like him, emotion was weakness. But the way his jaw had locked, the twitch in his temple, the sudden darkness in his eyes... that wasn’t nothing. That was fear.He might never admit it, but I saw it. For a second, I saw a man who wasn’t the ruthless CEO or the arrogant bastard I’d come to know. I saw a son.I swallowed hard and followed them out. My heart was pounding, a strange mix of panic and guilt twisting inside me. I didn’t even know why I felt guilty—this wasn’t my fault. But it felt like it was. Everything lately felt like m

Rowan's POVThe doctor’s words came like a slow exhale I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.“He’s stable now, Mr. Blackwood. We’ll keep him under observation for the night, but you can take him home tomorrow morning.”Tomorrow.The word sank deep — heavy and unfamiliar, like relief was something I didn’t quite know how to carry.I nodded once, forcing composure, though my chest still felt tight. Nina sighed beside me, rubbing her temples, muttering a quiet “thank God.”But my gaze wasn’t on her.It was across the room — where my father was sitting up in bed, laughing softly at something Elena had said.And just like that, every wall I’d built, every layer of armor I’d perfected over years, felt dangerously thin.Elena stood near the bed, her hair slightly disheveled from the rush earlier, cheeks still flushed. Her voice was low and hesitant at first, but my father had a way of disarming people — even her. Within minutes, she was smiling. Actually smiling.Her laugh — small, breathy, bu

Elena's POVThe words hit me like a punch to the chest.My breath caught. My head snapped toward him, eyes wide.Damon’s smile faltered for a fraction of a second. His jaw tightened, the muscle ticking dangerously as he looked between us.“You really think she’s a prize?” he said lowly, his voice laced with venom. “You don’t even know what you’ve got yourself into, Blackwood.”Rowan’s smirk deepened. “Oh, I know exactly what I have.” His gaze slid toward me, deliberate and slow — lingering just long enough to make my skin heat. “And I don’t share.”“Rowan—” I started quietly, trying to cut in, to stop whatever this was turning into. But he didn’t even glance at me.Damon’s nostrils flared. “You always did like breaking things you couldn’t fix.”“And you”, Rowan said evenly, “always liked running from them.”The tension between them crackled like static — unspoken history, rivalry, and something cruelly personal simmering beneath every word.Then Damon straightened, adjusting his cuffl

Rowan's POVI wasn’t expecting to find her this pissed.One second, I was walking into the room, loosening my tie, still half-lost in my own thoughts about how insane this evening had been — and the next, a pillow came flying straight at my face.“Ouch—what the hell, Bella?” I barked, catching it mid-air before it hit my nose.Elena stood there, her chest rising and falling, eyes flashing like she’d been waiting to throw that thing since we left the living room.Her lips trembled — not with fear, but with fury.“Go call your little Rose, or Rosy, or whatever the hell her name is, bella!” She snapped, voice trembling in that dangerous tone that comes right before she breaks something expensive.I blinked, utterly lost for a moment.Rose. Ah. That explained it.I bit down a laugh because, God, she was adorable when she was mad — though I was smart enough not to say that out loud.Before I could open my mouth, Elena grabbed her nightdress from the bed and stormed into the bathroom, slamm