They know everything
965 Words
Damien Cross — POV
“And this time… they left a message for Luna.”
The atmosphere changed instantly.
Every thought in my head sharpened at once.
“What message?” I asked coldly.
“We didn’t open it. Security locked the floor down immediately.”
Good.
At least someone used their brain today.
“I’ll be there soon.”
The call ended.
I looked up.
Luna was already watching me carefully.
Alert.
Tense.
“What happened?”
I should’ve lied.
Kept her away from it.
But that stopped working a long time ago.
“There was another breach,” I said calmly.
Her expression tightened immediately.
“At your company?”
“Yes.”
“And the message?”
Silence.
Then—
“It was addressed to you.”
I watched the color drain slightly from her face.
Fear.
Real fear.
Not dramatic.
Not loud.
Just quiet realization.
“They know my full name now,” she whispered.
“They already did.”
“No,” she replied quickly, shaking her head slightly. “This is different.”
She was right.
This was escalation.
A direct move.
Which means they’re getting impatient.
Or confident.
Neither option is good.
“We’re leaving,” I said immediately.
Her brows furrowed.
“What?”
“You’re coming with me.”
“To your company?”
“Yes.”
“Absolutely not.”
I stared at her.
“You think staying here alone is safer?”
Silence.
She hated that question because she knew the answer.
Still—
“That doesn’t mean I belong in your world,” she muttered.
Too late for that.
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Luna Hart — POV
Cross Holdings looked exactly how I imagined it would.
Huge.
Expensive.
Intimidating.
The building itself practically screamed power.
The moment Damien’s car pulled up, security moved immediately.
People greeted him differently here.
Sharper.
More respectful.
Almost nervous.
And for the first time—
I fully understood who he was outside private conversations and dark dangerous nights.
This wasn’t just a rich man.
This was someone powerful enough to control entire rooms without speaking.
“You’re staring again,” Damien said quietly beside me.
I looked away immediately.
“I’m observing.”
“A dangerous habit.”
“That’s rich coming from you.”
A faint shadow crossed his expression again.
Almost amusement.
Almost.
We entered the building quickly.
Employees moved out of his way instantly.
Nobody questioned him.
Nobody delayed him.
I stayed close without realizing it at first.
Not because I wanted to.
Because this place felt overwhelming.
Too polished.
Too controlled.
Too far from my world.
The elevator doors opened onto a private floor.
Security stood everywhere.
The tension in the air was immediate.
One man approached quickly.
“Sir.”
“The message,” Damien said.
The man handed him a black envelope carefully.
My stomach tightened instantly.
My name was written across the front.
Not printed.
Handwritten.
Slowly—
Damien opened it.
His eyes darkened immediately.
“What does it say?” I asked quietly.
He didn’t answer.
Which terrified me more.
“Damien.”
This time his gaze lifted toward me slowly.
Then he handed me the paper.
My hands felt colder the moment I touched it.
There was only one sentence written inside.
“You can hide beside him, but we still know where your mother sleeps.”
My breathing stopped.
No.
No.
No—
“Mum.”
Fear crashed into me so violently my knees almost weakened.
“They know about her,” I whispered.
The paper shook slightly in my hands.
“They know where she is.”
Damien stepped closer immediately.
“They won’t reach her.”
“How do you know that?” I snapped suddenly.
Emotion cracked through my voice instantly.
“Every time you say something is under control, things get worse!”
Silence filled the room.
Everyone else wisely stayed quiet.
My chest rose unevenly.
I was scared.
Too scared.
And now my mother was involved again.
Because of me.
Because of him.
“This is my fault,” I whispered weakly.
Damien’s expression hardened immediately.
“No.”
“If I never met you—”
“They still would’ve found you.”
The certainty in his voice made me look up instantly.
“What?”
The room suddenly felt colder.
“What do you mean they still would’ve found me?”
Silence.
A dangerous silence.
Then I realized something horrifying.
He knew something.
Something he wasn’t telling me.
Again.
My eyes locked onto his.
“What aren’t you saying?”
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Damien Cross — POV
Too soon.
This conversation is happening too soon.
But there’s no avoiding it anymore.
Not after that message.
“They’re not only targeting you because of me,” I said carefully.
Luna stared at me.
Confusion slowly mixing with fear.
“I don’t understand.”
No.
Not yet.
And once she does—
Everything changes.
I stepped closer slightly, lowering my voice.
“Before you met me… did your mother ever tell you anything about your father?”
The moment I asked that question—
Everything in her expression changed.
Shock.
Confusion.
Suspicion.
Because I already knew something she didn’t.
And now—
She realized it too.
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Luna Hart — POV
“My father?”
The words felt strange in my mouth.
Unfamiliar.
Dangerous.
I barely even remembered him.
He left when I was young.
Or at least—
That’s what my mother always said.
“What does my father have to do with any of this?” I asked slowly.
Damien didn’t answer immediately.
And suddenly—
I was terrified of whatever answer was coming next.
Because deep down—
I could already feel it.
My life was about to become even more complicated than I imagined.
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