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“Why?” Elena almost laughed at the question. “Because I’m not an object.” “No,” Damian said calmly. “But you are desperate.” Her brows pulled together immediately. “What does that mean?” Damian stepped closer slowly. “You know your husband doesn’t want you anymore.” The words hurt because they were true. Damian continued, “So you have two choices. Stay here with people who clearly don’t respect you… or come with me.” Vanessa laughed mockingly. “Wow. That almost sounded romantic.”

But she nodded once, filing the information away with the same cold precision she'd learned from watching Damian navigate every crisis since the night they'd met. "We need Elias Row's daughter," Elena said, turning to Damian the moment Adrian rose to leave. "If she has proof of what actually happened, we control the story before your father ever gets the chance to twist it." Something fierce and proud moved across Damian's face, the same look he'd worn at the altar, watching her speak vows neither of them had planned to mean as fully as they had. "You're thinking like your father already," he said.

Even I have to admit that was a good one. Damien looked properly pissed now. "You can sell your bull to everyone else, but not me," he growled. "I don't buy this phony dating act with Ella for one second. You two hated each other's guts before, now you're trying to make everyone believe you're dating?" I scoffed, "Or maybe you never knew the real Ella at all. She was just too scared of angering your pathetic butt to be herself around you." I narrowed my eyes. "But it was all an act. Ella and I have always had chemistry."

“I didn't let him. He came because…” “Because of the deal,” she snapped. “The one you still haven’t told me about.” I exhaled, but she didn’t give me space. “What did you promise him, Darius?” Her voice dropped, trembling. “What did you put on the line that made that man look at me like I am something he can claim?” “Elena, listen…” “I am listening,” she hissed. “For once, be honest with me.” I swallowed hard. “Elena,” I said quietly, “I struck a deal with Caelum months ago… to get your mother out alive.”

"Forgive my bluntness, but... there have been rumors. Whispers that you...favor Elara. I’m just concerned about my wife’s reputation." Kaelen met Damon's gaze, his expression unreadable. "Elara is someone I've known for a long time, Damon. My loyalty to her is unwavering. She's always been a kind and caring friend. Nothing more." It wasn't a lie, not entirely. He did care for her, deeply. He just couldn't tell Damon the real status of their relationship. Damon's eyes glinted with suspicion. "A long time... I see. Perhaps you mistook her for someone else? She's not exactly the most... memorable omega."

"Say that again." "I said, I chose you, Damian," I murmured, stepping up on my toes to press a gentle kiss against his jaw. "Julian was a mistake I made when I was young and foolish. You are the man I chose when I finally woke up." Damian let out a low growl, burying his face in the crook of my neck, kissing the sensitive skin right above my collarbone until I gasped for breath. "You're going to drive me completely insane, Elena," he growled, pulling back slightly, his thumb brushing over my cheek. "Come on. The convoy is waiting."

He milked every drop, keeping eyes on mine, and the room went quiet except for our heavy breathing. Elena stepped back and fixed her shirt. Her panties were dark with wetness, and I could tell that she’d come while watching. She smiled, clearly satisfied and calm. “Deal’s done,” she said. “Fuck her all you want, and I won’t get in the way.” She walked to the door and paused. “You two are perfect together,” she said. “Disgustingly perfect.” Then she was gone, and the door clicked shut. Damian pulled me into his arms on the bed, his hand stroking my hair. I was wrecked, my body shaking, covered in him, and sore everywhere, but I also felt… free.

Steel. He ran to me the second I entered, arms wrapping around me so tightly I thought he might shatter. His voice cracked with a thousand emotions. “Elena. God – Elena.” I didn’t cry. I didn’t collapse. I simply looked him in the eye and whispered, “We end this - Tonight” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Damien stared at me like he was seeing a different woman. Not the one he married. Not the one who fled. Someone... more dangerous. “You’re not the same,” he murmured.

“You’re so funny, Mr. Damian! You speak as if I still want to get your attention.” Damian’s face hardened. Elena continued, her voice calm but deadly, “Listen, Mr. Damian. I don’t care what you think of me. I don’t need validation from a man who betrayed his marriage just because he was obsessed with having a son. You think I will cry and beg you? You’re very wrong, sir. In fact, I’m truly grateful.” “Grateful?” Damian repeated with a mocking tone. “You’re grateful for losing everything?”

Against reason, he found himself suspicious of the calm in her voice, the steadiness that shouldn’t have survived considering what she went through. “Why now?” he asked, breaking the silence. “You had the card for a while.” Elena sighed softly. “I… I wanted to have my baby first.” “And maybe now your baby is safe, you can finally have time to blackmail the Moranos, is that it?” The words hit like a slap. Elena's head snapped up, her eyes locking onto his, blazing with shock and incredulity.