He Pretend To Be Broke But He Owns Everything

You Are Not Safe Anymore

Chapter Four: You’re Not Safe Anymore

Luna Hart — POV

I shouldn’t have walked away.

That thought hit me the moment I turned the second corner.

The street was quieter here.

Too quiet.

My steps slowed.

Something didn’t feel right.

Again.

I clenched my bag tighter, trying to shake off the feeling, but it only grew stronger.

Then—

A car door slammed.

My heart jumped.

Before I could turn, a hand grabbed my wrist.

“Got you.”

Panic exploded in my chest.

“Let go of me!” I struggled, but the grip only tightened.

This wasn’t like before.

These ones weren’t talking.

They weren’t asking.

They were taking.

“No—!”

My voice broke as I tried to pull away, but another hand grabbed my shoulder.

I was outnumbered.

Outmatched.

Fear rushed through me like ice.

And then—

“Enough.”

The voice came like a command.

Cold.

Sharp.

Familiar.

Everything stopped.

The grip on me loosened slightly.

I turned—

And there he was.

Damien.

But not the same Damien from before.

Something about him had changed.

No…

Something about him was finally showing.

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Damien Cross — POV

They moved faster than I expected.

That annoyed me.

I stepped forward slowly, my gaze locked on the men holding her.

“Let her go,” I said.

No hesitation.

No room for argument.

One of them scoffed. “And who exactly are you supposed to—”

I didn’t let him finish.

This time, I didn’t hold back.

The first one dropped before he could react.

The second barely lasted longer.

Clean.

Efficient.

Controlled.

But not gentle.

Because this wasn’t a warning anymore.

This was a message.

They hit the ground hard.

Groaning.

Breathing.

Alive.

I don’t kill unless necessary.

But they would remember this.

I straightened slowly, then turned to her.

She was staring at me.

Not confused this time.

Not unsure.

This time…

She looked afraid.

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Luna Hart — POV

My heart was racing so fast it hurt.

I couldn’t look away from him.

The way he moved…

The way he handled them…

That wasn’t normal.

That wasn’t luck.

That wasn’t coincidence.

That was training.

Power.

Danger.

“…you followed me,” I said quietly.

He didn’t deny it.

“You shouldn’t have walked away,” he replied.

Something about the way he said it made my chest tighten.

Not controlling.

Not angry.

Just…

Certain.

I swallowed.

“Those men earlier… and now this…” my voice trembled slightly. “This isn’t random.”

“No,” he said.

Simple.

Direct.

Honest.

For the first time.

Fear settled deeper in my chest.

“…then tell me what’s going on,” I said.

Silence.

Then he stepped closer.

Too close.

“You’re not safe anymore, Luna.”

My breath caught.

“You need to stay with me.”

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Damien Cross — POV

There it is.

The moment everything changes.

She froze at my words.

Of course she did.

Anyone would.

“Stay with you?” she repeated.

Suspicion.

Fear.

Doubt.

All expected.

“Yes.”

“No.”

The answer came immediately.

I almost smiled.

Stubborn.

“I don’t even know who you are,” she continued, stepping back. “And now you’re telling me to trust you?”

Fair.

Completely fair.

But this wasn’t about trust.

This was about survival.

“You don’t have to trust me,” I said calmly.

Her brows furrowed.

“Then why should I stay with you?”

I held her gaze.

“Because they won’t stop.”

Silence.

Heavy.

Real.

“And next time,” I added quietly, “I might not get there in time.”

That hit.

I saw it in her eyes.

The fear.

The realization.

The truth settling in.

Far away, inside a luxury penthouse, the same woman from before watched the screen in front of her.

Live footage.

Of Luna.

Of Damien.

A slow smile spread across her lips.

“So he stepped in again,” she murmured.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

She picked up her phone.

“Move to phase two,” she said softly.

A pause.

Then her voice dropped slightly.

“…bring the girl to me.”