All Chapters of The Stranger My Heart Belonged To: Chapter 101 - Chapter 107

DAMON’S POVThe phone call dragged like salt rubbed into an open wound.Theo’s voice filtered through the speaker, smooth, familiar, asking how she was doing. I sat across the table, my jaw tight, listening.“I’m fine,” Sadie answered, steady, soft.Relief cut through me—sharp, fleeting.Because I knew she wasn’t fine. Not after everything that had just happened, not after the truth had ripped itself open between us.And yet, she didn’t share that with him. She kept it tucked away, hidden from Theo.That distance mattered. It meant something.But the victory soured fast.“How are you doing?” she asked back, polite, automatic, nothing more than courtesy—at least that’s what I told myself.Still, the words clawed inside me.Baseline pleasantries or not, it was too much. Her voice carrying his name, her concern—even empty—fed a jealousy I could barely keep chained.I didn’t know how much longer I could sit there, silent, as if I were nothing but a ghost at their table. My fists curled un

SADIE’S POVA chill crept up my spine.The way Damon’s voice dropped when he mentioned the private investigator made the air around us feel heavier, darker.He told me how the man had been tracing old records, digital footprints, and connections that somehow led back to Theo. How certain things didn’t add up. How someone had tampered with proofs, the security feeds — erased traces from years ago.I tried to swallow, but my throat was dry.“You’re saying Theo was behind Grandpa’s death… and your accident? Why would he do that?”Damon’s expression didn’t change, but his silence said everything. When he finally spoke, his tone was low, measured, like he was forcing control over something far more dangerous.“I still don’t know his motive. It’s possible he was working with my father.” His eyes narrowed. “All I know is—even Matthew can’t be trusted anymore.”“About Matthew…” I hesitated. “He was threatened. By your father.”His head snapped slightly, eyes darkening. “Threatened? For what?”

BELLA'S POVI hated the smell of this place. Randall’s office reeked of cigars, whiskey, and old money — the kind of stench that clung to men who thought they owned the world.The Empire Prince building towered over the city like his personal kingdom. On paper, it was all legitimate business — luxury investments, real estate, entertainment. But underneath that glittering name, everyone knew what really kept the empire alive: gambling clubs, drugs, escorts, the kind of darkness that thrived behind velvet curtains.Even my father had once fallen into his web. Now, he was nothing more than one of Randall’s obedient pawns.And me? Maybe I wasn’t any different.I slammed the door shut behind me, anger pulsing hot and bright in my chest.“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped, my heels clicking against the marble as I strode to his desk. “You promised me you’d find Sadie. You promised me you’d end her. But she’s still out there breathing, isn’t she?”Randall didn’t even look up. He sa

DAMON'S POVIt was ten at night. The office was empty except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. I was about to leave when the door burst open without a knock.Theo stepped inside.I froze—not from surprise, but from the audacity. Still, I kept my face straight, unreadable.“You lost?” I asked coldly, slipping my hands into my pockets.“We need to talk,” he said, his voice tight.“About what?”“Sadie,” he replied. Then, after a beat—“and her son.”I tilted my head slightly, feigning confusion. “Son?”It had been a month since I left that city… the city where Sadie and Daven lived. A month since I last saw her eyes—haunted, but soft when she looked at me.A month since I told myself leaving was the right thing to do.Theo’s lips curved in a humorless smile. “Don’t pretend you don’t know. I might not be around Sadie all the time, but I’ve known her longer than you. Better than you. And I know you didn’t come to the gala last month for b