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The disinfectant burned sharply against the raw skin, but I didn’t even breathe through my teeth. Physical discomfort was meaningless noise. I wrapped the wound neatly and moved to my desk. The laptop screen flared to life in the underground gloom, running a secure, untraceable network. I typed the name. Matt Davis. His picture loaded instantly. Sharp features, a hint of silver at his temples, and that practiced, reassuring smile. The kind of man people inherently trust. CEO of the Davis Empire. Construction, tech, energy—his reach covered the whole city.

“Because I couldn’t risk exposing her. If it got out… everything would fall apart.” Davis stayed quiet for a moment. Then— “It does make me uncomfortable,” he admitted. “Talking about him.” She nodded. “I can see that now.” “I love my mum,” he continued. “And I protect her peace. From people like him.” Chelsea didn’t argue. “I understand.” That softened him. Davis reached across the mahogany desk, his large hand covering hers. The warmth of the contact sent a jolt through both of them. "I’m sorry about your mother, Chelsea. I truly hope she gets better."

Davis nodded his head, closing the door after I climbed in. I watched him through the car window as he stepped back. His eyes never left me as I followed Chris' Ferrari back to his home. I watched Davis through my rearview mirror until I could no longer see him. My heart sank, missing him a million times over already. I barely know anything about Davis, aside from the fact he fights, has a daughter, and makes me feel safe and cared for. He's not like any guy I've ever been with.

He shook his head, gazing in my direction, his face showing great disappointment in me. Sadie laughed at him. She flipped her long hair. “That’s absurd!” She raised her eyebrows, looked around the decoration. “What’s with your theme, by the way? Don’t tell me you still watch those silly movies. Grow up, Matt,” She shook her head at him, rolling her eyes as she glanced at me. “I miss Tara,” Matthew uttered in a low voice, shaking his head in disappointment. He took the guitar beside him, played, and sang “Wherever You Are.”

I muttered to myself as I reached for my phone, opening up the I*******m app. I brushed my dark hair backwards, starting a live video. “Hi, everyone. It's me, Davis Beckett. Your biggest Benison star. And I'm here to publicly apologize to someone we've all… practically tortured and bullied with our words and actions. I want to confess that I…I was behind the release of Alexandra Moore's diary.”

Matt fired. My legs weakened with each blow he delivered with his mouth. This bloody bastard was about to destroy us forever. "What's going on?" Dad enquired, gazing intently into Matt's face. "Matt don't do it, we could find a way to resolve this." I pleaded, but I knew Matt, and I knew how vain he was. Always wanting glorification, not minding the consequences, even if it was going to cost everything. "I'm sorry, Devan, but I have to." He whispered, and then turned towards Dad. "Mum has been seeing another man, Dad. His name is Wesley Peters."

The trip to the family estate takes about forty-five minutes. Over the course of the trip, Matt told me about his meetings, and we discussed strategies he could approach to close some deals. Today, it is investing heavily in telecommunications. “We have arrived, Mr. Anderson.” Taylor gets out and opens the door for us. Matt helps me get out of the car, as he doesn’t like anyone, especially men, holding my hand or getting too close to me. He is quite possessive and distrustful. Despite being an accessible man for business, in his private life, he is relentless. He doesn’t allow anyone to poke their nose into our affairs.

, Melissa cursed. Staring with tears dropping as she gazed at her mothers death bed. Her real mother she never knew, only memory that she once thought were nightmares. Davis picked up a flower breathing it in while tears dropped freely. "I failed to protect her but I will make sure I don't fail her memories" He croaked out sniffing his nose. Closing his eyes from the world. His pain ever prominent on his features. "You really were close to our mother, weren't you?" He gave out a short laugh probably from a fleeting memory,

agreed Matt, wearing his usual clown-wide grin, which made most females melt while it irritated the shit out of Davina. Davina looked at Matt incredulously. “I match well with an agent of Satan?” “Someone has to have that agent of Satan,” Trevor pointed out, shrugging innocently before taking a swig of his coffee. Paul gave Davina a kind, understanding smile that couldn’t have been more false. “Don’t worry, I’m sure that in time she’ll forgive you for abandoning her.” The “abandoning” part aggravated Davina just as much as the false claim. She would never walk away from her mate, even though she wasn’t yet ready to find her.

He don’t even believe in God, the bastard is an atheist! “Lila, I’m a guy, too. I got tempted at times,” Davis chuckled. “but when my wife found about it, I stop. I love the lady, my wife she is. My niece surely love you, hija.” I hate Davis. He is an arrogant, disrespectful and lazy type of person. Taylor is nothing like him except the cheating part, so I can’t see how thick his face is to butt in with the problem in our relationship. Or should I say I could see how much he wanted to end all this and go back home so he could sit on his chair all day doing nothing.