Damien’s POV
I yanked my pants up, heart pounding as the scream echoed through the house again—louder, broken, familiar.
Hold on… Ellie?
What the f**k!
I stormed out of the room, Cleo calling after me, her voice laced with frustration. I ignored her. My feet thundered down the hall toward the living room.
How is she here and where the f**k are those guys? They are supposed to be here! I'd deal with them later.
I got to the living room, eyes searching frantically. Then I saw her.
On the floor by the marble staircase, crumpled in a hospital gown, sobbing like her world had just ended.
“Ellie,” I breathed, dropping to my knees beside her. Her face was blotchy, her hands shaking. A hospital tag still clung to her wrist.
“What happened? Why are you—”
“You lied to me!” she screamed, p
