Chapter Five
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Midnight Footsteps
Elena couldn't sleep.
Again.
The digital clock beside her bed glowed softly in the darkness.
12:47 a.m.
She sighed and rolled onto her back.
For the third night in a row, sleep refused to come.
Maybe it was the mansion.
Maybe it was the secrets.
Or maybe it was Damien Vale.
Unfortunately, she suspected it was Damien.
Every conversation with him replayed endlessly inside her head.
The way he watched her.
The way he always seemed to know what she was thinking.
The way his voice softened whenever he spoke to Vivian.
Most of all—
the way he looked exhausted when he thought nobody was watching.
That image bothered her.
Because monsters weren't supposed to look tired.
They weren't supposed to stay awake all night taking care of their sisters.
They weren't supposed to have sadness hiding behind their eyes.
Yet Damien did.
And the more Elena learned about him, the less she understood.
With a frustrated groan, she sat up.
"Wonderful," she muttered.
"Now I'm analyzing billionaires at midnight."
She threw the blanket aside and climbed out of bed.
A glass of water.
That's all she needed.
Then maybe her brain would stop obsessing over impossible men.
The hallway outside her room was quiet.
The mansion seemed asleep.
Moonlight spilled through the tall windows, casting silver shadows across the polished floors.
Elena walked carefully toward the staircase.
Halfway there—
she stopped.
A sound.
Footsteps.
Her pulse immediately quickened.
Slow.
Heavy.
Deliberate.
Someone was walking through the mansion.
At nearly one in the morning.
Elena listened carefully.
The footsteps came again.
Then stopped.
Silence.
The kind of silence that made her skin crawl.
She swallowed.
Maybe it was security.
Maybe one of the staff members.
But something felt wrong.
The sound hadn't been casual.
It sounded like someone trying not to be heard.
Common sense told her to return to her room immediately.
Unfortunately, curiosity had always been one of Elena's biggest flaws.
Quietly, she moved toward the staircase.
The footsteps started again.
This time from downstairs.
Her heartbeat pounded harder.
The mansion felt completely different at night.
Darker.
More dangerous.
Like the shadows were alive.
She descended slowly.
Step by step.
Trying not to make noise.
The footsteps suddenly stopped.
A loud crash echoed somewhere below.
Elena jumped.
A vase?
A door?
She couldn't tell.
Her breathing quickened.
Every instinct screamed at her to run.
Instead, she hurried forward.
And instantly regretted it.
A hand grabbed her wrist from the darkness.
Elena gasped.
Before she could scream, she was pulled sharply backward.
A strong arm wrapped around her waist.
"Quiet."
Her entire body froze.
Damien.
She recognized his voice immediately.
His grip loosened slightly.
"What are you doing out here?" he whispered.
Elena placed a hand against her chest.
"My God, you nearly gave me a heart attack."
"You didn't answer my question."
She glared at him.
"I heard footsteps."
"And naturally you decided to investigate alone."
His voice dripped with disbelief.
Elena crossed her arms.
"I was curious."
"That's becoming a problem."
"Being curious isn't a crime."
"In this house, it might be."
The seriousness in his tone made her pause.
Moonlight illuminated part of his face.
His expression looked tense.
Focused.
Almost worried.
Which immediately caught her attention.
Something was definitely wrong.
"Damien."
"What?"
"What's happening?"
For a moment, he didn't answer.
Then another loud crash echoed through the mansion.
Much closer this time.
Damien swore under his breath.
Something Elena had never heard him do before.
That alone was alarming.
His hand immediately found hers.
"Stay with me."
Her heart skipped.
Not because of the words.
Definitely not because of the words.
It was because of how naturally he reached for her.
Like protecting her was instinct.
Like he didn't even think about it.
And somehow—
that terrified her more than anything else.
Together they moved through the hallway.
The farther they walked, the tighter Damien's grip became.
His entire body looked alert.
Dangerously alert.
Like a predator sensing danger.
They eventually reached the east wing.
One of the oldest sections of the mansion.
A cold breeze drifted through the corridor.
Elena frowned.
Why was it cold?
Then she saw it.
A broken window.
Glass covered the floor.
Rain poured through the opening.
A vase lay shattered nearby.
The room looked like someone had searched through it in a hurry.
Her stomach dropped.
"Someone broke in."
Damien remained silent.
Which confirmed everything.
A few moments later, several guards rushed into the room.
One immediately approached Damien.
"Sir."
"What happened?"
The guard looked uncomfortable.
"We found evidence of forced entry."
Elena felt her chest tighten.
The guard continued.
"It appears the intruder escaped."
Damien's jaw clenched.
"How?"
"We're still checking security footage."
The room became very quiet.
Dangerously quiet.
Then Damien spoke.
"Double security."
"Yes, sir."
"Nobody enters or leaves the property without my approval."
"Understood."
The guards quickly disappeared.
Elena stared after them.
The tension in the room remained.
Heavy.
Uncomfortable.
Finally she looked at Damien.
"Who was it?"
"I don't know."
"That's not true."
His eyes met hers.
And immediately she knew she was right.
He knew something.
Maybe not everything.
But enough.
"Damien."
"Go back to bed."
"There it is again."
"What?"
"You're avoiding the question."
He exhaled slowly.
The sound almost resembled frustration.
"Elena."
"No."
His eyebrows lifted slightly.
"No?"
"You don't get to order me around every time I ask something."
A brief silence followed.
Then—
to her surprise—
Damien laughed.
Actually laughed.
It wasn't loud.
Just a short, genuine laugh.
But it completely transformed his face.
Elena's heart betrayed her instantly.
Because suddenly he looked younger.
Warmer.
Human.
Dangerous.
Very dangerous.
She quickly looked away.
Bad idea.
Very bad idea.
Falling for Damien Vale would be catastrophic.
Life-destroying.
Exactly the reason Rule Number Four existed.
Damien studied her carefully.
"What are you thinking?"
"Nothing."
"That's a lie."
She groaned.
"You always know when I'm lying."
"You make it obvious."
"That's rude."
His lips twitched.
For one brief second, they simply stood there.
Listening to the rain.
Watching each other.
The atmosphere shifted.
Softened.
And somehow became even more dangerous.
Because Elena suddenly realized how close they were standing.
Very close.
Close enough to notice the tiny scar near his jaw.
Close enough to smell his cologne.
Close enough to feel her pulse racing.
Damien seemed to notice too.
His gaze lingered on her face.
Then her lips.
Then back to her eyes.
The movement was tiny.
But it happened.
And Elena noticed.
Her heart nearly exploded.
The silence stretched.
Neither moved.
Neither looked away.
Then Damien quietly said,
"If anything happened to you tonight..."
His voice sounded different.
Lower.
More vulnerable.
Elena's breath caught.
"What?"
For the first time since she'd met him, Damien looked uncertain.
The emotion disappeared quickly.
But not quickly enough.
She saw it.
Finally, he answered.
"I wouldn't forgive myself."
Her heart stopped.
The words hit harder than they should have.
Much harder.
Because he sounded sincere.
Completely sincere.
Before she could respond—
a gunshot echoed from somewhere outside.
Both of them froze.
The sound shattered the moment instantly.
Damien's expression transformed.
All softness vanished.
His entire body tensed.
Another gunshot rang through the night.
Closer this time.
Elena felt fear crawl down her spine.
"What was that?"
Damien stared toward the darkness beyond the broken window.
His face had gone completely cold.
Dangerously cold.
The kind of expression that reminded her exactly why people feared him.
Then he spoke.
Three words.
Words that made her blood run cold.
"He's found us."
And for the first time since entering Damien Vale's world—
Elena saw genuine fear in his eyes.
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