All Chapters of When Two Worlds Collide : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

It was exactly 5 p.m. when the designated driver arrived at the mansion. Aiden lingered at the door for a moment, feeling a strange mix of nerves and anticipation, before finally sliding into the plush leather interior of the car. "Sir, we will be heading to the restaurant. Master Damien has reserved the entire venue," the driver informed him. "Okay… no problem," Aiden replied, though his heart did a little somersault. He kept his eyes glued to his phone, trying to act like a private restaurant buyout was a totally normal occurrence for a student who usually lived on instant ramen and café leftovers. When they arrived, Aiden’s cool exterior crumbled. The architecture was a stunning blend of traditional Japanese woodwork and modern glass. "Wow! This is beautiful! Look at those paintings," he exclaimed, snapping a few quick photos. He needed proof for Justine—and himself—that this wasn't just a vivid dream. As he was led through the grand dining hall, he noticed the eerie silence. A

"Why am I even at this party full of high-class citizens? It's not like we had… sex more than once," I murmured to myself, leaning against a pillar in the corner of the grand ballroom. The words felt bitter on my tongue. I was just a student from a café, a temporary distraction in a world of silk and secrets. "What did you say?" a voice interrupted sharply from behind me. "Ugh! Sorry for disturbing you," I blurted out, spinning around and bowing instinctively. I started to walk away, my face burning with embarrassment, but a hand reached out and grabbed my wrist. "Seems you don’t remember me again… and after I sent you that text." I blinked, looking up into a pair of familiar, playful eyes. "Ohhh, it’s you… Mike! Finally, I can talk to someone I actually understand," I said, a genuine smile breaking through my anxiety. "Yeah, of course it’s me. How have you been, Aiden? And tell me, are you related to the Smiths? I saw you arrive with them earlier," he asked, raising an eyebrow

Time was a blade. Damien paced the hotel security room like a trapped animal, each step a silent question. Forty minutes had passed since Aiden had vanished into the garden, and in Damien’s world, silence was never a good sign. Sean burst into the room, his face pale and slick with sweat. “Sir, we caught it on the auxiliary CCTV—he was taken. But we couldn’t get a fix on the vehicle’s exit point.” “What do you mean you lost them?” Charles demanded, stepping forward. “The cameras were tampered with. The footage cuts to static at the north car park,” Sean said, dropping a remote onto the console with a frustrated click. A thunderous crash echoed through the small room as Damien’s fist collided with the heavy oak table. The sudden violence made the security guards jump. “Check every camera outside the building now!” Damien barked, his voice dropping to a low, lethal frequency. “Every angle, every dashcam from the valet. If anyone missed a single frame, you’ll be out of a job before

Damien sat in a heavy, contemplative silence for a long time after Aiden’s outburst. He didn't move, his gaze fixed on the sterile floor until the doctor entered to perform a final, thorough examination. "How is he now?" Damien asked, his voice low and devoid of its usual sharp edge. "He’s responded remarkably well to the treatment," the doctor replied, checking the monitors. "He’ll be ready for discharge by this evening. How are you feeling, young man?" "I’m fine now," Aiden replied, managing a small, tired smile. "No lingering headache or dizziness?" the doctor probed. "Not at all," Aiden assured him. "Good. Rest assured, you’re safe now. We’ve flushed the sedative from your system," the doctor said with a reassuring nod. "Try to keep things quiet for a few days." "Thank you, Doc," Aiden said gratefully. Once the door clicked shut, Damien walked slowly to the side of the bed. He looked at Aiden—really looked at him—seeing the dark circles under his eyes and the slight tremb

While the private jet cruised at thirty thousand feet, a different kind of drama was unfolding back at the university in Monaco. Justin, Aiden's best friend, was feeling particularly good about himself. “Hey, Justin!” a familiar classmate greeted him cheerfully as he walked into the campus courtyard. “Hi,” Justin smiled, adjusting his backpack. “Are you busy?” “No, not at all,” he replied, hopping onto an empty lunch table. “I was just looking for a bit of company.” As Justin relaxed, a stunning woman—one he had admired from afar for months—approached him with a playful glint in her eyes. “Is this seat taken?” she asked, gesturing to the space beside him. “Not at all, feel free to sit,” Justin said, his heart doing a little dance. He offered to grab her lunch, and she happily agreed. As they sat together, Justin felt like he was finally winning at life. Midway through her meal, however, the lady paused, her expression turning curious. “Can I ask you something, Justin?” she sa