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2026-07-14 00:47:58Damon’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 h
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Ophelia’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.
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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
His Nemesis, Her Heartbreak Chapter 83:
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
His Nemesis, Her Heartbreak Chapter 82:
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
His Nemesis, Her Heartbreak Chapter 81:
Ophelia’s POV:“Do not react, Rhea. He wants you to react. Stick to the plan,” Eugene whispered, his voice barely audible against my ear. He bent down to my level, adjusting the fold of my sleeve before straightening up and letting out a soft chuckle as if he’d just shared a lighthearted joke with his daughter.I forced my facial muscles into a serene, matching smile, nodding even as my chest burned with a simmering, volcanic anger.If I hadn’t been angry enough at Damon before, I was absolutely boiling now. How dare he? Valeria was crying. Every cell in my body, every maternal instinct I possessed, screamed at me to drop the act, sprint across the marble floor, and tear her out of that guard’s arms. I wanted to embrace my daughter, feel her heart beating against mine, and run away from this city
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Damon’s POV:I had missed him. By minutes, perhaps even seconds, I had missed the chance to wrap my hands around Maximillian’s throat.He had escaped. The official reports were a mess of bureaucratic excuses, but the security footage—the parts that hadn't been corrupted by a digital loop—told a very specific story. A woman and Ezra Whitmore were the last recorded individuals to enter that room.She had done it.Ophelia had willingly let Max escape.The thought should have enraged me more. It should have felt like a betrayal, knowing she’d freed a man who had tried to claim what was mine. But strangely, that didn't ache half as much as the visceral, bone-deep memory of seeing her in that hospital hallway. For a f
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