LOGINElena head was ringing hard that her heartbeat is so loud. The the man before her, just call her anathema...... Did she hee right or is just her imagination.She shift back by placing her hands on his chest with out looking his face she put her head down, her lips swollen.And that was when Damien head snapped back he face the front to see cars circled them , horning some are even shouting. But the knock on the car window make him look up to see a cop.The honks hadn’t stopped, there's twenty cars waiting for them to move their lights blinding the windshield.Damien didn’t move from his position,his eyes were still on her mouth,dark and unreadable.Then he looked up finally and saw the flashing lights,he exhaled through his nose like he was bored.Two cops approached as Damien rolled down the window, seeing their face he brought out his phone and dialled a number saying one word.Five minutes later a man in an expensive suit ran to where Damien car is ,Damien’s lawyer.“X, I'll get
With Elena in his arms, he walked out.She swiftly wrapped her arms around his neck, balancing.He raised the gun from the ground with his shoe, and as it flew up, he caught it with his second hand.With just one hand, he carried Elena out in a bridal style, walking till he was far enough.Damien dropped Elena beside his car, and he handed his gun without looking at her.She took it, panting. "Thank you.""Next time use your damn weapon! No one's gonna bury you when you die. Not your family, not any damn body!" He snapped at her, too angry.His ears are still red, and his eyes still hold entities she didn't like.He entered the car without waiting for her, and she slowly entered with him, wondering why he looks so angry. Is it because she wasted his time by making him come get her?Or because he hates the energy he exhausted at the scene?Her thoughts were still processing when he moved the car out of the area. He drove.For the first time, she saw him drive, and she can't even admire
Damien moved like a force of nature, his eyes blazing with fury, his suit splattered with blood that was not his own. In his hand, he carried a gun Behind him, a dozen armed men filed into the chamber, their weapons trained on the leader and his remaining guards."Damien," Elena breathed in relief. "Damien, you came."Damien's eyes found her immediately, his expression softening for just a a second. "I told you I would," he said, his voice steady. "I always keep my promises."The Tristain recovered quickly, his silver mask turning toward Damien . "Impressive," he said, his voice smooth and unbothered. "You found me faster than I expected. I underestimated you.""You made a mistake," Damien said emotionless. "You touched my wife. And now you're going to pay."Tristain laughed a sharp, brittle sound. "You think you can kill me? Here? In my own domain? I have dozens of men, Damien. I have traps and weapons and ""Had," Damien interrupted, his lips curling into a cold smile. "You had all
The leader's hands froze on Elena's breasts. The room went deathly silent, the tension is so thick it felt like it could be cut with a knife.Elena stared at the screen, her mind reeling. Damien,he come for hdr And he was willing to kill to save her."Damien," she whispered, her voice "Damien, I'm here. I'm—""Shut up," the leader snapped, his fingers tightening on her breasts painfully."You have ten seconds," Damien said on the screen. "Ten seconds to release my wife and surrender yourself. Or this woman dies. And then I will come for you. And I promise you, death will be a mercy compared to what I will do to you."The leader laughed, but it was a hollow sound. "You're bluffing. You wouldn't kill an innocent woman. You're not that kind of man."Damien smiled a slow, terrifying smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Try me."Eleanor let out a muffled scream, her eyes pleading with Damien, with the camera, with anyone who would listen. But Damien didn't look at her. His eyes were fixed on
[Misdope~hidden tower]Elena knew darkness existed at large in the world.She saw different levels of it at her father's house and even more with the Damien, but she didn't expect herself to be stuck in the base of darkness today. The crook of it.When she found herself in a cold gilded cage in the middle of nowhere, she knew she got trapped for real.She knew she was gonna die.Even if she's gonna escape this place, it's going to be through hell.This place doesn't look like it's on the surface of the earth at all.No noise. No other person.It's too cold and dark she could barely see her one palms.She has been parading the cage for more than an hour now.No time to check it, but she could feel it.But is she really gonna die here?The gate door opened with a scary creak which made her jump a bit.A man stepped into the cage.He's one of the men who came to take her—the white haired.She recognized him at a glance.His harsh self didn't wait before yanking her by the hair.She was
Saviour Alive ChurchThe taxi pulled up to the wrought gates of Saviour Alive Church, and Krystal stepped out her heels clicking against the damp pavement. She had come here for answers,to confess her feeling, to seek guidance on how she can find her hidden lover. The church had always been her sanctuary, a place where she could shed the weight of her secrets and emerge lighter, freer.But as she walked through the gates, the silence was deafening—not the peaceful silence of a place of worship, but the hollow silence of death.Her heart began to pound as she approached the main entrance, she could see shadows moving, could hear the faint drip of liquid on marble. She pushed the door open slowly, her hand trembling.And she saw it.The church was a charnel house. Bodies lay strewn across the pews, their limbs twisted at unnatural angles, their eyes staring sightlessly at the vaulted ceiling. Blood pooled on the marble floor, dark and viscous, reflecting the dim light that filtered t
Krystal stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.She looked terrible.Dark circles lingered beneath her eyes, and no amount of makeup could hide the exhaustion on her face.Just one night, she had barely slept.Anytime she closed her eyes, she remembered him.The stranger,She didn't know his
~Nextday morning~Elena woke up to the smell of antiseptic and . For a second, she thought she was back in the east wing bedroom. Then the pain hit. Her back felt like it had been flayed open and stitched back together with fire. She bit down on a groan and forced her eyes open. White ceiling.
NextdayThe Cross family arrived at noon.Richard and Margaret Cross didn’t come to see Elena. They came to see Damien. To make sure the marriage still looked solid on paper, to smooth over the merger, to smile for the press if needed. They brought Sophia with them, dressed in soft pink, eyes red-r
Damien woke at with a splitting headache and the taste of whiskey still coating his tongue.For a second, he thought it had been a nightmare. The courthouse at 3 AM. The rushed vows. The girl in the ivory dress who wasn’t Sophia.Then he saw her.Elena Cross sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a







