LOGINFour years ago, I committed the ultimate sin. I almost killed my adoptive mother, and for that, I was sentenced to a living hell. My father caged my wolf, stripped my dignity, and bartered me off like livestock to a ruthless CEO to seal a blood alliance. I didn't fight. I didn't scream. I quietly accepted the chains and walked away from the fated mate bond I shared with my step-brother. Damon Enzo Vitale was my first heartbreak—the man I once loved, and the man who truly hated me. Now, I’m back in Vesper City, but the girl Damon once knew is gone. In her place stands a woman shattered by a monster’s touch, clutching a dying daughter to her chest. I have nowhere left to run except into the arms of the man I once sacrificed everything to leave. -- Ophelia Vitale is a harbinger of ruin and a shameless seductress. Four years ago, she brought our family to the brink of collapse and walked away from the fated mate bond we shared without a backward glance. I, Damon Enzo Vitale, have spent every night since fueling my hatred for her, trying to burn away the memories she left branded on my soul. But the woman who collapsed on that highway isn’t the girl I remember. She’s covered in scars I can’t explain and carrying a child with my family's eyes. As I look into the trauma she’s desperate to hide, the foundations of my world begin to crack. Was my hatred truly valid? Or had I been blinded by a web of lies designed to destroy us both?
View MoreOphelia’s POV:The double doors of the banquet hall clicked shut behind us. My hands trembled so violently that I forced my fingers closed into a tight fist.“What are you going to do with him?” I demanded, my voice coming out in a sharp, breathless whisper.Eugene didn't stop walking. He merely glanced back at me over his shoulder, his dark eyes entirely devoid of warmth, fixed in a cold, calculating mask.“Why?” Eugene asked, his voice dripping with sudden sarcasm. “So that you can go and save him too?”The words hit me like a physical blow. I froze in my footsteps, staring up at the tall, imposing silhouette of my biological father, my vision blurring slightly before my eyes narrowed into a glare.
Damon’s POV:I watched the color drain from Ophelia’s face in a second. The face which had looked so relaxed, confident, and elated a few moments ago while standing on that illuminated stage looked ashen now.Her hazel eyes were wide, fixed on the older man in front of her with a look of pure terror. It was a look I understood immediately.My jaw clenched.What the fuck was he doing? I recognized the man instantly. James Berkshire. He was the younger brother of Humphrey Berkshire, one of the primary Board of Directors on my father’s side of the Vitale empire. He was a parasite who rode on his brother's coattails, a man who rarely frequented these high-profile events. I stood straight, pushing off the marble pillar I had been leaning against for the past five minutes wh
Ophelia’s POV:“Rhea Whitmore.”The name vibrated through the speakers. A part of me—the broken, deeply scarred part that still clawed at the walls of my mind—didn't recognize that name at all. That part was still hopelessly stuck in the bleak, terrifying past where I was just Ophelia. A helpless, recessive Omega tied down to the whims of the Vitale family.I remembered being married off to Raymond. I remembered the suffocating walls of the bedroom where I was forced to be his fuckdoll, subjected night after night to his brutal touch and his degrading, venomous taunts. For years, I had been nothing but a ghost inhabiting a bruised shell.But as I stared at the glaring lights of the stage, another part of me—the part forged in the fire of the Whitmore legacy
Damon’s POV:I stalked out of the banquet hall, my shoes striking the marble with enough force to echo through the corridor.The way she had looked at me—the way she had handled me—it was like looking at a stranger wearing the face of the woman I loved. I needed air, but more than that, I needed to corner my parents and figure out just what the fuck they’d been hiding.I found them in the back courtyard, tucked away behind the stone arches near an oak tree. I came to a halt, the shadow of a stone beam concealing my presence. I had intended to storm in, but the sight before me made the words die in my throat.Margot was doubled over, her dress fluttering in the night breeze. She was dry-heaving violently next to the tree, her back trembling. Tears streamed down he
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