WOUNDS OF DECEIT
“You were right. She’s spiraling.”
“She’ll make a scene,” Damien murmured. “Tonight or tomorrow. And when she does, we’ll have what we need.
The moment hung between us—tense, coiled. The memory of his hand on my waist, the near-kiss, the almost-truth in his eyes—all of it blurred now.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. The weight of what we were doing, the lies, the manipulation, the stakes—pressed in from all sides. And yet, under it all, something unspoken hummed between us. Not trust. Not yet. But something.
Hot Chapters