All Chapters of Runaway Brat: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Thousands of miles away. Damien stared at the livestream. His ocean blue eyes glinting annoyance and possessiveness in it's depths. The war room wisely remained empty. They could feel the murderous intent emanating from him. Nobody wanted to be near him even an inch close was a big no. Not even the lunatic Romnick. Which said a lot. It was a big sign of NO ENTRY SOCIAL DISTANCING. The broadcast footage replayed like a broken track. The actor appeared beside Cinthye. His lips tugging into a smile, his laughter synchronizing with her and proximity of position standing far too close as if there's not other space for him to put himself in. Damien's eye twitched. The office door opened, Romnick stepped inside. Immediately regretted it when he saw what he looked like. A chill ran down his spine screaming to leave Damien alone. But it was far too late. "Oh." Damien slowly looked up. Romnick swallowed nervously. His sense of danger was close to a capybara. Oh he pretended to ask, he sil

Cinthye froze. Because Damien never reacted like that. Never. Or at least not until now. He looks clearly jealous. "What happened?" Cinthye nudged him gently. No answer. Damien listened. Every second becoming worse. Then he ended the call. The atmosphere changed. Cinthye waited for him to move. To say something, anything. an explanation she hoped she would hear. "What is it?" Cinthye asked again, her voice laced with worry and tucked Damien's defiant blonde locks covering his eyes. Her fingers gently tracing his face, a gesture hopefully to help soothe his pale complexion. She didn't like this feeling. she can't force Damien to tell her but maybe she should ask. She doesn't want him to get so worked up. Cinthye wants to support him. to help...only if he accepts it. only if he himself willingly comes to her. she will wait for the time he will finally be ready to open up to her and tell his side of the story rather than let it live in the shadows. She doesn't want to waste over

Cinthye never leaving his ocean blue orbs. Her lips pursed shut unable to speak. Damien met her gaze. For the first time—there was vulnerability there in it's very depths. The genuine pain, sadness and something she did not dare to name. "I didn't know until years later." He confessed. "I tried to verify it. I couldn't." The confession hurt more than she expected because he wasn't defending himself. He was not making excuses to cover it up. He was not trying to manipulate her to put himself in a pedestal because of the act he was able to wear every day. He was simply telling the truth which somehow that made it worse. She could feel his emotions. he wasn't ready yet. he won't open up completely. at least not for now. The emergency monitors exploded, booming across the different directions of halls including the one they are in. Every screen turned red. The war interrupted them again, of course it did. The timing was almost insulting. Another problem arising. Nicholas'

"Damien!" Cinthye's scream tore through the ballroom. Everything seemed to stop. All of it faded beneath the sound of her voice. On the balcony above Victor Lang stretched his lips into a smile. Satisfied seeing her reaction. "Goodbye, Damien." His finger tightened on the trigger. "No!" A second shot rang out. The entire room exploded into confusion. "Who got hit?" "Where's Damien?!" "Get down!" "Move!" Cinthye shoved people aside, ignoring the pain buying her skin. Completely ignoring everything. "Damien!" Her voice sliced through the tension, her hazel eyes glistening with tears she was afraid. A hand suddenly grabbed her waist. "Cinthye."She froze slowly turning to look for the source then Damien was standing behind her, completely uninjured. For a second she couldn't breathe. "You idiot!" Her palm slammed against his chest, her nails clutching the fabric of his top crinkling the corners. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Damien blinked. "What?" "I thought you go

The guard collapsed without a sound. For one terrible second, nobody moved. Then the sanctuary exploded. Shouts echoing not out of panic but calm anchored command. "North ridge!" "Take cover!" "Shields up!" "Move, move, move!" Hidden warriors flooded the courtyard. Wooden doors slammed shut, ancient bells screamed across the mountains. Cinthye reached for the pistol at her waist, Damien caught her wrist immediately. "Stay behind me." "Absolutely not." She raised her hand annoyed. "Cinthye—" "I'm not hiding while someone shoots at us." Another shot cracked through the valley, a stone lantern shattered beside them. Fragments sprayed across the courtyard.Master Aurelio didn't even flinch. he was used to it. "Inside," he ordered. "We're being attacked," Cinthye snapped. "No," the old man replied. "We're being measured." Even Damien frowned. "Explain." Aurelio pointed toward the ridge. "If they wanted us dead, the second shot would have taken one of you."