All Chapters of Running Away To My Forgotten Heir : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Gina’s POV:The Kings Tower was as tall as ever. The kind of building that has those humble walls, shining glass sheets all over and wide grounds that covered about a half acre. Even though many lot of atrocities were always going on in the inside.The long limo stopped in front of the building and I leaned forward. “Whoa,” I breathed, taking in the sight of the invisible battle behind the walls of the skyscraper before me.Damon came out of the car from the other side. Dressed in a white shirt, a black jacket and a long overcoat. His hair was slicked back with an effortless wave and his jaw was shape into a strong square. The gold in his eyes burned brighter and he looked more of a gentleman than a man who would sign a stranger into a marriage.He walked closer to the door beside my seat. My heart hammered in my chest, the time had come for me to live as a bride that I wasn’t—and never would be. All that just for revenge and protection. But I didn’t care, I was ready to get it my w

Gina’s POV:The door clicked shut behind Damon.I stood there. Alone. With him.The chairman didn't move from his spot behind the desk. Didn't offer me a seat. Didn't speak. He just looked at me—his eyes old and cold and patient. Like he had all the time in the world. Like I was a clock he was waiting to stop ticking.I didn't sit. Didn't speak. Didn't breathe too loud.The silence stretched. Thick. Heavy. The kind of silence that fills a room before something breaks."You look like him, you know," he said finally.I didn't ask who."Evan." He said the name like it cost him nothing. "He had your eyes. That fire. That stubbornness." He tilted his head. "That was his problem. He couldn't let things go."My hands clenched at my sides."You were there, weren't you?" His voice was soft. Almost gentle. Like he was asking about the weather. "That night. When he died."My heart stopped."I don't—""You don't have to lie." He raised a hand. Cut me off without touching me. "I'm not asking as yo

Damon’s POV:For a second, I felt like I was overreacting. Like I was doing more than the contract required. More than I'd promised myself. More than she could've thought I'd do.I looked into her eyes again. Those gentle eyes—so easy to crush with my anger, my frustration. But I needed to control everything. Maybe I was being too mean. Maybe everything I was thinking about was the contract. The terms. The win.I wanted to ask what the real problem was. Why she'd passed out. What my father had said to her in that office. But too much had already passed between us lately. I was sure she'd barely trust me anymore.But it was clearly a misunderstanding, and I didn't want to question it. Not because I didn't care—because I didn't want to disturb her peace anymore. Maybe me being around was like a threat to her.I stood there. The silence between us was heavy. Suffocating.Say something, I told myself. Apologize. Explain. Anything.But the words didn't come. They never did when I needed th

Damon’s POV:The morning light was gray and soft. Lightly snowy and the view of the cloud was cool.I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her sleep. Her breathing was slow. Even. Her hand was stretched toward the empty side of the mattress—the side where I should have been.I didn't sleep there. Not last night. Not any night.The chair by the window had become my bed. My reminder that this marriage wasn't real.But watching her now—her lips parted, her hair spread across the pillow—something in my chest tightened. Something I didn't have a name for.She's not yours, I told myself. She's Evan's. She'll always be Evan's. Always.I stood up. Walked to the window. The garden below was still. The roses were red against the gray morning.I thought about last night. The rough drive home. The coldness between us. The way she'd looked at me. The fear in her eyes. The way she'd pulled away when I reached for her. The feeling that I was losing.I did that. I made her afraid.My mind ran back to

Damon’s POV:The walk to my father's office was routine now. Not what I’d imagined I’d be doing a year ago. Not everyone had imagined, but here I am. Stuck in Jax’s throat.The hallway stretched before me, same as always. My father's face hung at the end of the corridor. Same cold eyes. Same half-smile. Watching. Always watching.I knew the creak of the third floorboard from the left. I knew the way the air changed when you got close to his door—colder, stiller, like the building itself held its breath. I knew that knocking was optional. He said come. So I came. But I had to.I knocked. “Come in.” I touched the door handle. Something stopped me. The realization that how I handle things in there would determine how my race began in the empire. I couldn’t afford to lose to Jax right from the beginning. So I wasn’t losing for sure.I opened the door.The office was just as always. Just as it always was.Vast. Cold. The kind of cold that didn't come from the air—it came from him. From