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"Holding but tight. Power outage bought us confusion. Avery, talk. Any injuries from the blast? We aimed away from your cell." "Shoulder bruise from falling rock," she said quick. "Nothing bad. Damien, the council will scream treason louder now. Victor still in coma?" "Still out," I answered, pushing her into the van. "But we have you. That is what matters. Ezra, get down here. We roll in thirty seconds." Ezra slid down the ridge, moving fast. Something looked off in his step. We piled in and Jax floored it. The van bounced over rough ground.

The security officer struggled to catch his breath before speaking. “Sir…” His voice came out strained. “Mr. Donald Stark was involved in a serious accident while returning from work.” Damien’s expression hardened instantly. “What?” “The ambulance took him directly to St. Vincent Medical Center.” The officer swallowed before continuing. “He’s already been taken into surgery.” Shock flickered across Damien’s face. “How bad is it?” “The doctors said…” The guard hesitated, clearly choosing his words. “His left leg suffered extensive damage.”

Vance turned and rushed toward the girl with a furious expression, " I can't believe Purple. How the hell do you manage to get hurt... Tell me how many times I told you to go out with bodyguards... What if I didn't reach them on time??? Purple can't hold her emotion. Continuous sobs from Purple can be heard in the silent room. Vance was surprised a little,' was he too harsh' He thought. " what happened?" he asked. Tears were running down from her eyes. She did not reply to anything; at the moment, she just wanted to feel her husband's warmth. It felt like a bomb when she heard Vance met with an accident. " Why are you crying " He calmly asked Purple. " I -I received a .....call. From your ph

"Damien, wait! You don't understand! Victor threatened to ruin me! He held those notes!" "You sat at my terminal on October fourteenth at two-fifteen in the morning," Damien says, his voice shaking with a deep, violent fury that vibrates through the entire room. "You used an emergency maintenance slip to bypass the server security, and you planted a forged twelve-million-dollar transfer key onto my private account. You sold your own blood to the man who ruined my sister!"

SCARLETT The world outside was quiet again, but it was the kind of silence that comes after destruction hollow, fragile, and waiting to collapse. The warehouse was gone. Kade had vanished into the smoke and in my hands, the flash drive still burned like a brand. Damien parked the car a few miles outside the city, his chest heaving, face shadowed by the dashboard lights. For the first time, I realized his hands were shaking. “You could’ve died in there,” he said, voice low, rough. “You almost did.”

Damien covered his ears and screamed, grabbing the photos before fleeing. Ethan exhaled deeply. "Emily, you might hate me for treating Damien this way, but I couldn't control myself." "Seeing him reminds me of you coughing up blood in front of me." "I'm sorry. Please forgive me." Don't apologize. I know everything you've done was for me. I've never blamed you! I silently told Ethan, though he couldn't hear me. At two in the morning. Ethan received a call from the Pack Council, informing him that Damien and Sarah had gotten into a violent argument. Damien had accidentally inflicted serious injuries on Sarah, who died on the way to the hospital. Damien had requested to see Ethan.

Michelle saw me differently, and I wasn't ready to change that. I pulled him closer to my face, making sure my cold glare was cold enough to penetrate his soul. “You are one mistake from your grave, brother.” I slowly let him go. He stumbled backwards, holding his crooked shoulder — my signature — his face twisted in pain. Sarah rushed to his side, trying to reconnect his bone. I exhaled deeply, my hands tucked in my pockets as I watched them walk away — more like run away. If I had known Damien would be here, I would have booked the entire hotel. And trust me, a few billions wouldn't move my net worth.

Behind them, the top floor of Wing B collapsed inward, a violent bloom of sparks tearing into the rain. His eyes flicked to the burning building. They slid her onto a gurney. Oxygen mask. IV line. Monitors flicker to life. “Drive,” Victor ordered. “She’s dead to the world now. Let’s keep it that way.” The SUV pulled into the night. Moments later, a silver sports car screamed past in the opposite direction. Neither driver knew how close they were to colliding. Damian arrived at the hospital in less than 30 minutes.

He shoved his hand into his pocket, but I saw it—the skin of his palm was reddened, a thermal burn in the shape of the silver thread that had ignited on my chest. A squad of Morton security guards burst in, rifles leveled. "Master Morton!" the lead guard shouted, his flashlight sweeping the wreckage. "The power spike—we lost the Argus feed." Damian stepped in front of me, his broad shoulders obscuring my trembling form. He stood in the center of the broken glass, his navy shirt singed, his face a mask of unapproachable ice. "A faulty nitrogen regulator," Damian said, his voice flat. "The safety valve blew and took out the light. Get Dr. Vane in here to stabilize her. And tell Sarah to bring

The three adults sat together against the curved wall, breathing heavily, bodies covered in cuts and bruises. Kael broke the silence first. “I almost lost control back there. If Liora hadn’t called me back…” Serena leaned her head on his shoulder. “We all almost broke.” Damien was unusually quiet, staring at the floor with distant crimson eyes. Serena noticed. She reached out and took his hand. “What is it?” Damien hesitated, then spoke softly. “Seeing Viktor’s echo… even twisted, it brought everything back.” Damien’s Shadowed Past