Chapter 18: Lines Blurred
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Damien can’t sleep.
The storm outside has calmed, but his thoughts? They’re a hurricane.
For the first time in years, his mind isn’t filled with boardroom deals or pleasure-seeking distractions. It’s her.
Elara.
The woman hiding in the shadows, accused of murder—but claiming innocence.
And the worst part?
He believes her.
That should be the end of it. He should move on.
But there’s one problem.
If she didn’t kill Richard Beaumont, then who did?
And why the hell did someone want to pin it on her?
Damien sighs, running a hand through his hair.
Not his problem.
He should be focusing on getting out of here, not getting tangled in her past.
Except…
He’s already tangled.
The morning air is thick with tension.
Elara is quiet.
Damien is watchful.
They move around the kitchen without speaking, but the silence is different now.
Not the usual charged standoff.
This is something else. Something uncertain.
Elara grips her coffee mug too tightly. Damien notices how her eyes dart toward the window every few minutes.
Like she’s waiting.
Or worse—dreading something.
He leans back in his chair. “Are you expecting someone?”
Her hand tightens around the mug. “No.”
Liar.
Before he can call her out on it—
A sharp knock echoes through the house.
Elara freezes.
Damien’s body goes rigid.
Another knock. Louder. Harder.
Elara shoots him a look.
Don’t answer it.
Stay quiet.
Then—
“Elara, open the damn door!”
Damien exhales. Of course.
Theo.
Elara throws the door open, eyes flashing with irritation.
Theo barrels inside, drenched from the rain, panting. His eyes wild.
Damien raises an eyebrow. “Rough night?”
Theo ignores him. He locks eyes with Elara.
“We have a problem,” he says.
Elara stiffens. “What kind of problem?”
Theo swallows. “I think I was followed.”
Silence.
Then—
Elara’s face drains of color. “What?”
Theo rakes a hand through his wet hair. “I didn’t think much of it at first, but on my way back, I noticed a black SUV. Unmarked plates. It wasn’t there when I left the city. I lost it twice, but something felt… off.”
Damien leans forward, jaw tight. “And you still came here?”
Theo glares at him. “I didn’t have a choice.”
“You led them straight to her.”
Theo’s nostrils flare. “I didn’t know!”
Damien stands, his patience snapping. “Well, now you do.”
“Maybe it wasn’t me,” Theo bites back. His gaze shifts. “Maybe it was you.”
Damien’s eyes darken. “Watch it.”
“Oh, don’t act innocent.” Theo steps closer. “Your billionaire buddies know you’re here. Who’s to say one of them didn’t tip off Elara’s enemies?”
Damien’s fist clenches. “The only people who know I’m here are my staff. None of them would—”
“Wouldn’t they?” Theo cuts him off. “Victor Langley himself had to beg Elara to take you in. He paid a heavy price to keep you here. But did you ever wonder why she agreed? Why she needed the money so badly?”
Damien’s gaze snaps to Elara.
She looks away.
A muscle in Damien’s jaw ticks. “What is he talking about? Do you need money?”
Elara exhales sharply. “It doesn’t matter.”
Damien steps closer. “It matters to me.”
She hesitates.
Then—
Her shoulders drop.
“I didn’t have a choice,” she says quietly. “After I fled, they froze my accounts. I lost everything. I could barely afford to keep the estate.” Her voice tightens. “I never disclosed my identity online. Victor didn’t know who I was. He just needed a place to dump you, and I needed the money badly.”
Damien stares at her.
Processing.
She didn’t take him in because she wanted to.
She took him in because she was desperate.
Something in his chest tightens.
Then—
Theo speaks again.
“If anyone tipped off the wrong people, it’s more likely your rich buddies, not me,” Theo mutters. “So stop looking at me like I’m the enemy.”
Damien’s patience snaps.
“You waltz in here after leading danger right to her door, and you expect me to believe you’re not the enemy?”
Theo steps forward. “At least I’m not the one who dragged her into a stupid bet.”
Damien freezes.
Elara inhales sharply.
Theo smirks. “Oh, she didn’t know?” He crosses his arms. “Let me guess—your phone, your money, your power? You lost it all in some rich-boy game, didn’t you?”
Elara’s gaze whips to Damien. Oh how could she forget that it was a bet that brought him here.
For the first time, she sees him clearly.
Not the man he’s been pretending to be.
Not the easygoing housemate, or the arrogant playboy.
She sees the billionaire.
The man who gambled away everything—just because he could.
Damien doesn’t break her stare.
But for the first time since he got here—he feels ashamed.
The silence stretches.
Then—
Elara closes her eyes. Exhales. Shakes her head.
And finally, snaps.
“Enough.”
Theo and Damien turn to her.
She glares at them both. “Standing here blaming each other isn’t going to solve anything. We need to figure out how to keep me safe.”
Silence.
Then Damien speaks.
“Pack a bag.”
Theo stares at him.
Elara blinks. “What?”
He holds her gaze. “We’re leaving.”
Elara shakes her head. “Damien, no—”
“I’m not arguing with you.” His voice is sharp. Final. “You can’t stay here,” he says. “If you do, you’re a sitting duck. The moment they find you, it’s over.”
Elara exhales shakily. “You don’t have to do this.”
Damien steps closer.
Looks her dead in the eye.
“Yes, I do.”
Elara swallows. “And running with you is the solution?”
“Yes.”
Theo scoffs. “Why would she trust you?”
Damien doesn’t take his eyes off Elara.
“Because I’m the only one who can get her out of this alive.”
Silence.
Elara’s heart pounds.
This is insane.
But when she looks at Damien—really looks at him—
She realizes something.
He’s not offering this because he has to.
He wants to.
Like his life depends on it.
Like he’d die if harm were to befall her.
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