Damaged Svu Novels & Stories

"By tomorrow morning, the news will report that the 'Unwanted Bride' and the 'Chen Executioner' died in each other's arms. A tragedy for the ages. Meanwhile, Celeste Harrington will be 'recovering' in a private facility under Grandfather’s care." "And me?" Damien asked. "You’re the loose end, Damien. And I’ve always been very good at cutting strings." Suddenly, the heavy hum of a second engine vibrated through the pavement. A nondescript silver sedan sped around the corner, its tires screeching against the wet asphalt. It didn't slow down. It slammed into the side of Vivienne’s SUV with a bone-jarring crunch. The impact sent Vivienne spinning. Her gun went off, the bullet whizzing past my ea

Liam was safe for the moment, curled into my side, but I could still hear her voice. Run if you want. It won’t change anything. The SUV turned onto the main road. Damien reached over and took my hand. His fingers were ice cold. “We’re going to end this,” he said quietly. “I promise.” I wanted to believe him so bad. But as we tore through the dark, my phone buzzed. Unknown number. Too late. Then the photo loaded. Victoria’s hospital room. Bed empty. Sheets soaked with blood. And underneath it, three words that made my stomach drop:

“We have your mother.” Damien’s blood ran cold. Gabriel slammed on the brakes. The SUV skidded sideways across the wet mountain road. “What?” The voice continued. “If you continue toward Helix Summit…” “…Sophia Devereaux dies.” The transmission ended. Silence. Gabriel immediately reached for another radio. “No…” “She was still in the vault.” Damien stared ahead. His instincts screamed that something was wrong. Then his phone vibrated. A secure message from Daniel. Mother is safe. We’re still inside the vault. Don’t believe anything they send.

Lorraine supplied. "When did she expose you to Iridium-192?" one of the police officers asked Lorraine. Lorraine thought for a moment before answering, "The night of the 16th." It was the same day I had caught them cheating. "I didn't transport the iridium here until the 18th," I reminded her. "Then it's the 18th. I'm the victim here! I can't remember the exact date." "You're the only one who appeared in the surveillance footage," Neil added. "Who else could it have been?"

“What do you want?"Damian’s voice was as commanding as ever. “Damian, can you help me out? And keep it a secret?" *************** An hour later, Damian was kneeling by the sofa, carefully bandaging Marvin's wounds. Marvin's black trench coat lay cut open. His abdomen and shoulder were wrapped in blood-soaked gauze. Some wounds beneath the gauze needed restitching. Sarah whispered to Renee, "Since when are you and Damian on good terms?"

“Still protecting him, huh? You’re going to regret that.” But before she could respond, headlights flashed through the rain. A black SUV pulled up outside. Vivienne stepped out, holding an umbrella — her expression calm, almost victorious. “Well,” she said, her voice slicing through the chaos, “looks like I arrived just in time to end this love story.” Damian froze, his hand still gripping Marcus’s collar. Vivienne’s smile widened as she held up her phone, pressing a single button. A video began playing on the nearby screen — the fire, the screams, the truth.

“Yeah. I’m just surprised she wants me there.” “Says you shouldn’t be alone right now. I couldn’t give a damn, but she’s the better one of the two of us.” “I don’t know what to say…” “Then get off the phone.” I hung up. 11 Sofia Damien was in terrible shape. When his men helped him into the house, I hardly recognized him. With swollen eyes and a face so discolored, he barely looked human, he had been beaten so badly that it was a shock he’d survived at all.

Because Damian Vale wasn't supposed to be alive at all. My reflection stared back at me in the glass-eyes sunken, hair matted with soot. I didn't look like someone who had survived. I looked like someone still trapped under that building, waiting for it to finish collapsing. "Hold on," I whispered, pressing my hand to the glass. "Please, just hold on." Reporters shouted over one another as stretchers rolled past. Drones hovered, recording what the world wasn't supposed to see. "Emergency crews confirm multiple casualties-"

He was completely gone for this man. He showered slowly, letting the hot water soothe his bruises and bite marks. When he stepped out, he didn’t bother dressing. He made coffee, ate some fruit and eggs, then curled up on the couch with one of Damien’s tablets, idly checking news reports about the “gang violence” at the docks. Victor’s empire was already fracturing. Damien’s name was nowhere mentioned. Clean. At 11:47 a.m., the elevator dinged. Damien stepped in wearing a tailored black suit that looked fresh, but Kai could see the tension in his shoulders. He locked eyes with Kai’s naked body and the hunger that flared was immediate and scorching.

Then, the ordinary evening ended as the screen cut to a breaking news banner, it was big, red and looked urgent. Mrs. Sterling sat frozen on the couch, While April curled beside her, knees drawn to her chest and the remote slack in her hand as her eyes fixed on the ticker scrolling beneath a photograph of a mangled car, the car looked folded like paper. BILLIONAIRE DAMIEN COLE INJURED IN FATAL CRASH. WIFE AVA STERLING-COLE PRONOUNCED DEAD AT SCENE.