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009 The Morning After
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2026-07-14 19:25:44
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Forced To Marry My Dead Fiance's Brother 014 The Hidden Report
Damien Pov I stared at the screen of Lila’s phone, the words starting at me. Lila took a step back, her hips brushing against the edge of the bed. Her hands gripped the mattress behind her, her knuckles turning white. She looked at me as if she were seeing a stranger—someone dangerous. "Damian," she whispered, her voice barely a thread. "What mechanic's report? The police said it was a high-speed collision. They said he lost control because of the wet asphalt." "The police were wrong," I said. My own voice sounded hollow, distant even to my own ears. "What do you mean, they were wrong?" Her voice rose, thick with sudden panic. "You told me it was an accident! You blamed me for weeks because we had that argument before he got into the car. You made me feel like my words drove him to his death!" "Because it was easier than facing the truth," I snapped, stepping toward her. The raw pain of that night rushed back, clawing at my throat. "Lila, look at me. I didn't hide the rep
Forced To Marry My Dead Fiance's Brother 013 The Arrival of Victoria
Damien Pov I recognized the sharp, rhythmic click of those designer heels before she even reached the top of the stairs. There was only one woman who walked into my home at six in the morning without an invitation, and she was the last person I wanted Lila to face today. "Damian," Lila whispered, her eyes wide as she pulled the blanket up to her chest. "Who is that?" "Stay here," I said, my voice low and tight. "Do not come down until I tell you to." I didn't wait for her response. I grabbed my robe from the hook behind the door, tying it securely around my waist as I unlocked the double doors. I stepped out into the hallway, shutting the bedroom doors firmly behind me. At the top of the grand staircase stood Victoria Sterling. She was Sophia’s mother, dressed in a flawless cream trench coat, her silver-blonde hair styled perfectly despite the early hour. She looked as cold and elegant as the marble pillars surrounding her. Behind her, a driver stood silently, holding two m
Forced To Marry My Dead Fiance's Brother 012 The Blackmail
My hands shook so violently I could barely pick the device back up. A cold sweat broke out across my back, my heavy chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths. Whoever sent this knew. They knew about the fragile contract keeping me in this house, and worse, they were threatening to tear open the deepest, most painful wound between Damian and me. "Lila?" Damian’s low voice cut through the dark. I heard the leather sofa groan as he sat up. He had always been hyper-sensitive to every shift in the room, and my ragged breathing had clearly tipped him off. "What is it?" he asked, his tone alert. "Is it Mia’s monitor?" "No," I choked out, my throat so tight I could barely squeeze the word past my lips. I hastily tapped the power button to lock the screen, plunging the room back into darkness, but the blue light had already exposed the sheer terror on my face. I heard his footsteps coming closer to me. The bedside lamp clicked on, the sudden warm light forcing me to squint. Damia
Forced To Marry My Dead Fiance's Brother 011 The Cost of the Crown
My heart melted at the sound of her tiny voice. The anger that had been burning hot in my chest just a second ago evaporated, leaving only a cold dread. I pushed past Damian, not caring whether he fell or not. I knelt down on the thick carpet, opening my arms to Mia. She ran straight into them, burying her face against my neck. I squeezed her tight, wishing my large, soft body could completely shield her from the venomous words her father and I had just been screaming at each other. "We are not angry, sweetheart," I said, keeping my voice soft and sweet, even though my throat felt raw. "We were just having a loud discussion. Grownups do that sometimes." Damian knelt down beside us. The harsh, icy look in his eyes was completely gone, replaced by a deep, aching worry. He reached out and gently stroked Mia's hair. "Mommy Lila is right, Mia. I was just speaking too loudly. I am sorry if I scared you." Mia sniffled, looking between the two of us with watery eyes. "You promise?"
Forced To Marry My Dead Fiance's Brother 010 Shadows of the Past
Damien PovThe double doors swung open just as I yanked Lila against my chest, her sudden warmth hitting me. I had to look like a man in love, even if my heart was pounding out of pure panic. I buried my face in her hair, inhaling the faint scent of vanilla, and forced my arm to wrap tightly around her waist. Sandra Vance stopped in the doorway, her camera already raised. The shutter clicked twice before she lowered the lens, a satisfied smirk on her face. "My apologies," Sandra said, though she did not look sorry at all. "The door was unlocked, and I wanted to catch something genuine. I see I succeeded." "We usually prefer a bit of warning, Sandra," I said, my voice smooth as I slowly let go of Lila. I kept my hand resting casually on her hip, feeling the slight tremor in her frame. "But as you can see, we are quite comfortable here." Sandra’s eyes scanned the room. They lingered on the king-sized bed, then shifted to the vanity where Lila’s skincare bottles now sat next to my sh
Forced To Marry My Dead Fiance's Brother 009 The Morning After
"Get back," Damian rasped, his hand flying out to grip my wrist before I could even take a step back. His palm was ice-cold against my skin as his eyes struggled to locate me in the dark. I didn't pull away. "You were having a nightmare. You were shouting for Sophia." He released my wrist instantly, pushing himself back against the sofa. He ran his hands through his hair, his breathing still shallow. In the faint light coming through the window, I could see the sweat glistening on his forehead. "I am fine," he said, his voice dropping back into that familiar, guarded tone. "Go back to bed." "You don't look fine," I said, staying right where I was. "I do not need your pity, Lila," he snapped, though the edge in his voice was ruined by how out of breath he was. "We have a long day tomorrow. The PR team is sending a journalist here at eight. Go back to sleep." He lay back down, turning his back to me and pulling the heavy wool blanket up to his shoulders. I stood there for a f
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