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Chapter 61: A Father's Call

The morning after Lila left felt like the first real breath of fresh air in over a week.I woke up slowly, still wrapped in Damien’s arms, my cheek pressed against his chest. The penthouse was quiet in that expensive, peaceful way, no extra footsteps in the hallway, no polite “good morning” from a guest we didn’t fully trust. Just the low hum of the AC and the sound of Damien’s steady breathing.For the first time in days, the weight on my chest felt lighter. I shifted a little and Damien stirred, his hand tightening on my waist like he was afraid I’d slip away even in sleep. He pressed a slow kiss to the top of my head.“Morning, baby,” he murmured, voice still rough and warm from sleep.“Morning,” I whispered back, smiling against his skin. “She’s gone.”He let out a long breath, almost a sigh of relief. “Yeah. She’s gone.”We stayed like that for a few minutes, just holding each other. His fingers traced lazy circles on my bare back, and I felt the tension in his shoulders slowly m

Chapter 62: Feeling Under the Weather

The morning after the Victor disaster felt heavier than I expected. I woke up slowly, still tangled in Damien’s arms, my cheek pressed against his chest. The penthouse was quiet, for a moment everything felt peaceful, his warm skin, the faint scent of his cologne, the way his hand rested possessively on my lower back even in sleep. But then the memory of yesterday came rushing back. Victor’s raspy voice, his disgusting suggestion that Marcus was a better choice. The way he yelled that he would never give his blessing for me to be with “that old man.” The slam of the door behind me as I left. I felt disgusted all over again.Damien stirred. His fingers flexed against my skin as he woke up. He pressed a slow kiss to the top of my head.“Morning, baby,” he murmured, voice still thick with sleep.“Morning,” I whispered back, but my voice sounded small.He noticed immediately. He shifted so he could look at me, eyes soft but concerned. “Still thinking about yesterday?”I nodded, pressing

Chapter 63: Driving Lessons

The morning after Victor’s threatening call felt like a fresh start wrapped in leftover tension. I woke up first, still curled against Damien’s side. He was feeling way better this morning after the fever he had yesterday. His breathing was steady, and the dark circles under his eyes had lightened a little. I watched him sleep for a moment, tracing the line of his jaw with my eyes, feeling that familiar mix of love and worry.He stirred when I shifted, one arm tightening around my waist. “Morning,” he murmured, voice deep.“Morning,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “How are you feeling?”“Better,” he said, but he still sounded a bit hoarse. “No fever, hust tired.”I pressed my hand to his forehead anyway. “You’re not going to work today. Doctor’s orders.”He raised an eyebrow, a hint of his usual smirk returning. “Doctor’s orders? Since when did you get a medical degree?”“Since you tried to pretend you weren’t sick yesterday,” I shot back, poking his chest gently. “You’

Chapter 64: The Seminar Ends

The days after the driving lesson felt like we were slowly stitching ourselves back together. Damien was still resting at home, though he was clearly getting restless. He kept trying to sneak glances at his laptop when he thought I wasn’t looking, and I kept confiscating it with a dramatic sigh and a “Doctor’s orders” reminder. He’d grumble, pull me into his lap, and kiss me until I forgot why I was scolding him in the first place.“You’re the worst patient I’ve ever had,” I told him one afternoon while we were on the couch, my legs draped over his.“And you’re the bossiest nurse,” he shot back, grinning as he squeezed my thigh. “But I like it when you boss me around. Especially when you’re wearing my shirt and nothing else.”I laughed and patted his chest. “Focus. You’re supposed to be recovering, not seducing me every five minutes.”“Five minutes is generous,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss my neck. “I can do better than that.”We ended up making out like teenagers again, his hands

Chapter 65: The Trip Begins

The flight to Chicago felt like the longest four hours of my life. I sat by the window, forehead pressed against the glass, watching the clouds drift by below. My phone was clutched in my hand like a lifeline, screen dark, no new notifications. I had tried calling Damien three times already, once before boarding, once after takeoff when the signal came back, and once more just before landing. Every call went straight to voicemail. No texts and no replies, just silence.I kept replaying the argument in the garage, over and over.“If you leave, never come back.”His words echoed in my head, sharp and final. I had slammed the car door and walked away anyway, stubborn and angry and convinced I was doing the right thing for my career. Now, thousands of feet in the air, that stubbornness felt like the worst mistake I’d ever made.What if he meant it?What if I had pushed him too far?What if he was done with me?Alex sat a few rows ahead, occasionally glancing back with that easy, professio

Chapter 66: Alone with Alex

The silence in that apartment was deafening. I sat on the edge of the bed, knees pulled to my chest, staring at my phone like it might magically light up with Damien’s name. The screen stayed dark. No calls and no texts. I had left him another voicemail, my voice cracking as I whispered how sorry I was, how stupid I felt, how much I needed him right now, but it went unanswered just like the others.My thumb hovered over his contact again. I pressed call and it went straight to voicemail.“Damien… please,” I whispered into the dead line before hanging up. My throat felt tight, like I was swallowing glass. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left like that. I was angry and stubborn and I thought this trip would prove I could handle my own life, but I’m scared. Please pick up, I need you.”I dropped the phone on the bed and buried my face in my hands. The tears came hot and fast, soaking my palms. How had I been so stupid? Damien had warned me. He had looked me in the eyes and said if I left

Chapter 67: Damien Arrives

I barely slept, I checked my phone for the hundredth time. Nothing from Damien. Just Sofia’s last text from two hours earlier, “Still awake if you need me. Door locked?”I typed back “Yes” with shaking fingers and finally went to sleep.When I woke up in the morning my eyes felt swollen. I dragged myself to the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, and stared at my reflection. I had a swollen face and was still putting on the same clothes I’d worn on the plane. I looked exactly like someone who had ruined everything.A soft knock sounded on my door.“Elena? Morning. I made coffee if you want some. The others should start arriving around ten.”Alex’s voice was still that same calm, professional tone. It should have been reassuring. Instead it made my stomach twist.“I’ll be out in a minute,” I called back, voice hoarse.I changed into fresh clothes and tried to look like I hadn’t spent half the night crying. When I stepped out, Alex was standing by the kitchen counter pouring coffe

Chapter 68: Seeds of Doubt

The walk back to the apartment door felt longer than it should have, my heart pounded with every step. Damien stood a few feet behind me in the hallway, I could feel his eyes on my back.I knocked lightly before unlocking the door.Alex was still standing in the living room when I entered, arms folded, leaning against the counter like he’d been waiting.His eyes flicked immediately to Damien behind me.“Oh good,” Alex said dryly. “The husband decided to stay.”Damien stepped inside slowly, I shut the door quickly.“Alex, I’m grabbing my things,” I said.His brows lifted slightly. “Your things?”“Yes,” I nodded.I moved toward the bedroom before the conversation could turn into something else.Behind me, I heard Alex laugh softly. “That was quick,” he said. “Didn’t realize the program scared you off already.”I stopped halfway down the hall, before I could answer, Damien spoke. “It’s not the program,” he said calmly. “It’s you.”I closed my eyes briefly before continuing toward the bed

Chapter 69: Cold Shoulders

The rest of the drive home was painfully quiet. Damien kept both hands on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road ahead. I watched him from the corner of my eye.Normally when we drove together he would reach for my hand at some point. Or complain about traffic. Or play music too loud and pretend not to hear me when I asked him to lower it. Today he did none of those things, he just drove.After almost thirty minutes, I finally spoke. “Are you hungry?”He didn’t look at me. “Not really.”I nodded slowly. “Okay.”I turned my gaze to the window, watching the passing buildings blur by. My chest felt tight, this version of Damien felt unfamiliar.I swallowed. “Damien…”“Yeah?” His tone was neutral.“I meant what I said earlier,” I murmured.“I know,” he said, voice low.“You don’t have to keep punishing me,” I whispered. “I'm just thinking,” he finally glanced at me. “I’m not punishing you.”“That’s the problem,” I said quietly. “You’re thinking too much.”His jaw tightened slightly b

Chapter 70: The Breaking Silence

The house was silent except for the ticking of the wall clock. I hadn’t realized how late it had gotten until the numbers on my phone changed to 1:17 AM.My eyes burned from crying, but sleep refused to come. The couch felt uncomfortable now, but I didn’t move.Going upstairs meant facing Damien again and right now I didn’t know if I had the strength for another conversation that might end the same way the others had tonight.I wiped my cheeks again and stared at the television screen. Maybe I should just sleep here, maybe tomorrow things would feel different.The noise coming from the stairs interrupted my thoughts, my head lifted slowly and Damien stood in the doorway, his hair was messy like he’d been running his hands through it, and he looked half-awake.When his eyes landed on me, he frowned slightly. “You’re still up?”My voice came out hoarse. “Yeah.”He stepped further into the room. “Why?”I gave a small shrug. “Couldn’t sleep.”His gaze dropped to my face. “You’ve been cryi

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