บททั้งหมดของ Winning Heaven's Heart: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Damien’s POVMy fingers tighten around his throat.He claws at my wrists as he chokes, his veins straining against his skin and eyes bulging as he fights for air.“WHO SENT YOU!?”He wheezes, trying to suck in even a sliver of oxygen. “I—I don’t… know… I swear—”I squeeze harder. “Don’t lie to me.”His legs kick uselessly against the floor. His voice breaks into a ragged cough.“I got… a message,” he chokes out. “An anonymous number paid and… told me to come here… kill you.” His breath hitches. “They sent… the gate pin too—”My jaw locks.Someone handed him the code to my estate.“Where’s your phone?” I demand.He lifts a trembling hand toward his back pocket. I yank the device out before he can.“Felix.”Felix steps closer. “Sir.”“Track the IP address of the message. Now.”“Yes, sir.”Felix snatches the phone and disappears toward the control room.I release the assassin at last.He collapses to the floor like a rag doll, gasping and coughing, his throat swollen from my grip.I watc

Heaven’s POVThe morning light floods through the kitchen’s floor-to-ceiling windows. Eden is seated, kicking his legs playfully as he plays with his tablet.Damien stands at the stove flipping pancakes in nothing but low-riding grey sweatpants after convincing Mariam to allow him to cook, the muscles in his back flex every time he moves the spatula.I’m leaning against the counter in one of his black T-shirts and a pair of his boxers, my hair still messy from last night as I sip coffee.Damien slides a perfectly round pancake onto Eden’s plastic dinosaur plate, then heads to the dining table to hand it to him.“Buddy,” he says, his voice firm, “you’re staying home from school today, okay?”Eden’s whole face scrunches like he just bit into a lemon. “Whyyy?” he whines, dragging the word into three syllables.“We’re making paper volcanoes today! With real baking soda!”Damien rubs the back of his neck, a gesture he does when he’s trying not to swear in front of Eden. “I know, little man

Heaven’s POV THE NEXT MORNING...I smooth the front of the cream cashmere dress I bought a month ago but never got around to wearing. The sleeves are long and soft, the neckline a bit low but not overly revealing and the skirt hugs my hips before flaring out. I smile at my reflection. I actually look like a normal twenty-something heading out for coffee with friends.The bedroom door opens behind me.Damien steps in already dressed for work in his charcoal three-piece suit. He stops dead in the doorway, his eyes dragging down my body so slowly I squirm.“Fuck, baby.” His voice is hoarse. “We literally just did it in the shower twenty minutes ago. How the hell can you wear that?”I turn to face him fully, my cheeks warm. “You don’t like it?”He stalks forward, eating up the distance between us. “You know I love it. I love whatever my woman wears.”He can't seem to take his eyes off me, tracing my features as if to memorize them. “You know you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever se

Damien's POV A part of me expected Felix to run away if he suspected I knew, I just didn't want to believe it. It hurt to realize that someone so close to me, someone I considered a brother, betrayed me.It was honestly so ironic. Without Felix to manage things, I needed help and so I had to reach out to the only man I'd consider as capable as me, a friend I'd betrayed myself many years ago, Enzo Lennaur.The door to my office slammed opened without a knock, of course it did. Enzo was many things and rudeness was at the top of that list. He stepped in like he owned the place, his red hair was wild and messy, his suit almost as dark as the anger in his eyes once he looked at me. “Well, well,” he drawled, his voice low and smoky. “Never thought I’d see the day Damien came crawling back to me. And yet here we are. You look like shit, by the way.”“Can you just shut up and sit down, Enzo?”He exhales sharply through his nose then hooks the chair with one foot, spins it backwards, and

Damien's POV I was so glad when Enzo said he wanted to head home himself because I can't control myself. I'm addicted. It’s not something I’ve dealt with before. I like control—need it. The first time I tried a cigarette, I hated it, put it out before I even got halfway through. I’ve never been the type to typically get drunk or let a glass of whiskey become a habit. I’ve never even touched drugs. I’ve always thought addiction was for people who didn’t have control. Until I met her. The woman sitting beside me has me so far gone, I don’t even care if I look desperate. I probably do. Her taste is burned into my memory. Her scent is all over me, in my head, in the car, everywhere. The shape of her lips. Her gorgeous eyes. Every part of her has me completely under her spell. I haven’t stopped touching her since the moment we left the store. I can't fucking wait to have her. Heaven's hands grip my shirt, pulling me closer as I kiss her like I’m starving for her—beca