Novel & Cerita Detective Damsel

“Get some rest, Devia. We’ll handle the rest.” Damien walked to the door to check the hallway— —and froze. “What is it?” Devia asked from the sofa, her heart instantly racing. Damien didn’t answer. He slowly bent down… picked something up from the floor… And when he turned around, Devia’s blood turned to ice. A baby doll. Its head twisted unnaturally. One glass eye missing. The chest slashed open as if gutted. A red ribbon tied around its neck. Devia’s scream broke the silence.

But it wasn't water I needed. it was time. A lie. A way out. Because the man on the balcony. He knew me. Not as Damien Alaric bride. But as Serena Vale the girl who ran. The girl who sold paintings on sidewalks. The girl who disappeared from a life she never wanted. He couldn't be here. He shouldn't be here. But he saw me. And worse - I saw the look in his eyes. Recognition. Leverage. And maybe revenge. Damien moved behind me slowly.

I needed to understand who she was for some reason, but I couldn't tell. “Yeah,” the one in the cubicle answered. “ Damien's little girl isn't a little girl anymore. I saw her in her blue dress, and I have to tell you, Vasilisa is a real-life princess.” “Tell me about it,” Mirror woman breathed, and they both laughed—light, careless, cruel. “Did you see Axel Morretti?” the one in the stall whispered. “Oh my God, what a scandal, right? And he came in here with her.”

“You think you saved her, Damien? Maybe you did. Or maybe she let you think you did.” I didn’t blink. “You’re calling her a spy.” “I’m saying she’s dangerous,” he corrected. “Rivera built women like her for that. Pretty, broken, forgettable until you let them close enough to tear you apart.” I didn’t move, but inside, something twisted. He watched me carefully, eyes glinting. “Tell me something. Has she ever told you what she did before you found her? Who she belonged to? Why she survived when most of Rivera’s girls didn’t?”

I gasps at the sight of a man appearing from the balcony, “Jesus—“ My eyes widen at the figure, seeing Damon standing in front of me feels surreal. I was kidnapped and I was molested but somehow I survived. I immediately push my body away from him, increasing the space between us as I grip hard onto the sheets of his California king bed. “Alice . . . it’s okay.” “No, get the fuck away from me. You—you, lying bastard.” “Wait, this is a misunderstanding.” He replies, bringing his hands up as a white flag.

Soon he heard the cracking of a door that seemed to open, and he turned back because the noise seemed to come from there, but to his bafflement he didn't see anyone. “Who's there?” Damien asked with a widen eyes as though he can see anyone. After a few seconds, the whole place lit up with candlelight. The candles were of different colors and filled the floor. Damien looked around and realized that the place wasn't a room but rather a passage way, but though half of the passage was covered with water and on top of the water were candles. “You woke up pretty early, seems I underestimated the power of your wolf.” A lady's voice echoed in the passage behind him, and he turned towards her. Damien

That was what Faricenda's mother always called her daughter. Dama glanced at Luna Howell, looking at her weirdly before running back to her room where she met Danks in towel almost entering into the bathroom. "Do you need to start hiding things from me?" Dama asked, folding her arms beneath her breasts - she was still angry at him for not telling her Tabrett was a Princess which he knew about.

She would never go back to him because she was with the one she had always wanted. The note was so ridiculous that it was almost laughable, but the detectives did not see it that way. “Sounds like a lovers trip to me” Detective Stanley had said “She’s not missing, Mr Romero, she left you.” “What did you say?” Damien growled in reply, his fists clenched in fury.

Damien's intimidating grey orbs narrowed at them, the only reason he hadn't fired them was that they were the only ones who knew what the lady from that night looked like. "Boss we searched for every ladies in the city with amber colored eyes..and we're down to ten..one of them lives in this neighborhood" Damien took in a deep breath, amber colored eyes, that was the only thing they could recall from that night.. He turned to leave for his car when he spotted a lady coming out of the building opposite him with a bag of trash.. He recognized her immediately or should he say he knew who she was at once, she was none other than the rude employee that resumed today at his company..

“No one was helping me.” My heart pounded in my chest, and I stepped forward, my voice steady and firm. “That’s a lie.” Giselle’s eyes snapped to me, not expecting that I would call her out. She knew I had caught her. “You didn’t do this alone, Giselle,” I continued, my voice sharp. “You couldn’t have. Someone helped you. And I know who it was.” Her silence was enough confirmation for me. “It was Damien, wasn’t it? He helped you swap the babies. He gave Hazel to Vanessa, didn’t he?”