All Chapters of Married To The Devil Who Bought My Revenge : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~Ava's POV~"He already moved."That was Sasha's text. But before I could even think about it, I had to process the fact that Damien had been watching us sleep.*****I didn't say anything for a long moment after Dominic handed me the phone.I just sat there with Colt's message on the screen, reading it a second time even though I'd already understood it the first. Damien. Two weeks. Camera angles mapped around the penthouse like he'd been running a proper operation, not just a jealous ex checking in.I didn't get angry straight away. Not with Damien. First, I felt sick, that same feeling I'd had when I found out Lily was carrying his child. Like my stomach was dropping, and I was just realizing someone I'd trusted had always been playing a game.I'd spent five years making him look brilliant. And he'd spent two weeks filming my windows."He's more desperate than I thought," I said."Or exactly as desperate," Dominic replied back to what I just said. "And we just didn't see it because

~Ava's POV~"He's going to claim Dominic is holding you against your will."That came later. First, I had to sit with the fact that my mother had done this.I read Victor's message three times.Not because I didn't understand it. I understood it perfectly on the first read. I read it three times because some part of me kept expecting it to change.It didn't.My mother. Not Lily, who I'd already written off as someone capable of anything. Not Damien, whose cruelty I'd mapped and catalogued and stopped being surprised by. My mother had gone to Damien directly, handed over my private email, and built something with him that somehow involved my baby.A baby she shouldn't even know existed.My hands were completely still in my lap. That was how I knew I was really angry. I didn't get loud. I didn't shake. I went quiet and still the way water went still right before it froze.I got up, went to Dominic's side of the penthouse, and knocked once.He opened the door while still awake, which did

~Ava's POV~"Is she out of her mind?” I was there, talking to myself. I had to figure out what to do about Lily.The call ended and I just sat there with the phone in my hand.The room was quiet. Dominic had walked to the far end with a book, but I felt the moment he looked up."Lily.” I just mentioned her name.He put the book down. Not to the side, fully down, the way he did when something needed his whole attention."She says she's scared of Damien," I said. "She says she needs help."He was quiet for a second. "Do you believe her?"There it was. The question I'd been avoiding since she called me and sounded like she was falling apart.I knew Lily, like I knew someone I'd grown up with. I knew how she could fake tears, how she used that fragile voice to get people to feel sorry for her. I'd seen her do it my whole life, at home, in meetings, even at her wedding in front of hundreds.But I'd heard something in that call that I hadn't heard before.Real fear sounds different. It does

~Ava's POV~“Am not safe anymore.” I slowly whispered to myself. I showed Dominic the email address.He read it once. Then he was up and moving before I'd finished explaining, already on his phone, like he always do, already three steps ahead of where I was emotionally.Within twenty minutes his legal team had filed a privacy breach notice with the clinic. Colt had the IP trace running. Dominic had personally called the clinic's director and made very clear, in that quiet way that left no room for argument, that their security protocols would be reviewed and that any further access to that file without authorization would have consequences.I sat on the edge of my bed and let the reality of it settle.My medical records. My due date. The appointment I'd booked under a different name, at a clinic across town, as carefully as I knew how to be careful.And she'd been there before I arrived.I pictured my mum at the altar, standing by my dad as he took my name away in front of everyone.

~Ava's POV~"Who could that be?” Richard Adams had been dead for fourteen years.But someone had filed legal paperwork in his name, which meant someone had access to sealed estate documents, probate records, or a forgery good enough to fool a court clerk. None of those options were small. All of them required resources, patience, and a very specific kind of knowledge about Dominic's history.The kind of knowledge you only had if you'd been in this story from the beginning.I sat across from Dominic in the war room and watched him read the injunction again. Third time. He scanned the pages with that same careful focus he gave everything, but I knew what that stillness meant by now. Not the 'I'm thinking' stillness, the 'I'm worried' one.This was the one that meant something was reaching something deep.I thought about the scar on his collarbone. The seventeen-year-old who had found his father. The decade and a half he'd spent building something specifically designed to correct what m