CHAPTER FIVE
1358 Words
BURN ME, BREAK ME 18+
Sheila’s POV
I was shocked to my bone marrow.
What had I done to deserve this?
Why would Demian do this to me? Why would he lead me on, make me fall so deeply, only to rip my heart out in the most brutal way?
All weekend, the memory of that woman standing in his penthouse haunted me. His woman, he said. His woman. The words rang in my ears like a curse.
Monday came. I resumed work like nothing happened.
I buried myself in tasks, doused in meetings, chasing deadlines. I refused to break. I pretended to care about nothing but my job. I didn’t speak to him.
Didn’t acknowledge his absence. Word got around that he hadn’t returned to the office since that night. I convinced myself I didn’t care.
Two weeks passed.
Then he came back to the office and that was my cue to leave.
I typed out my resignation, printed it with trembling fingers, and dropped it on his desk without a word. His assistant blinked at me in confusion. I didn’t stop to explain. I just walked away.
That night, I told Olivia everything. She listened in silence, then sighed.
“Babe, you need to go somewhere quiet. Breathe. Heal.”
Just like that, I vanished.
I returned to the village where my mother raised me, to the soil where I first learned to dream. My aunt, Rose, my mom’s younger sister and my second favorite person in the world welcomed me with a warm hug and the scent of home-cooked food.
“You’re too thin,” she said, her hands on my cheeks. “Stay. Rest. Let the world spin without you for once.”
Aunt Rose ran the biggest fashion shop in the village. I helped her stitch, iron, and run errands, grateful for the distraction. I visited different places. The stream where I caught a crap as a child. Memories of my mother poured in like warm rain. I missed her more deeply than I had in years.
Then, a few days later, my phone rang.
“Olivia,” I answered, smiling. “I miss you.”
“I miss you more,” she said. “But guess what…”
My heart skipped.
“What?”
“The devil came looking for you.”
“What do you mean?” My voice trembled.
“He came by himself. He asked about you. Said he didn’t want to disturb you. Just wanted to know if I’d heard from you.”
My throat tightened.
“He knows where you are.”
I didn’t respond for a long while. Then I said quietly, “I was planning to come back next weekend.”
“Take your time, Sheila. Come back when you’re ready,” Olivia said softly. “But… there’s one more thing. He rejected your resignation letter.”
“What?”
“He said you must return and explain in person. Or else… you risk not getting work in any other company again.”
I let out a short, bitter laugh. “Is he mad? Who does he think he is?”
But even as I ranted, I knew what I’d do.
If he wanted me to face him… then I would.
The next morning, I returned to the city.
Dressed in a fierce red dress with a slit high up my thigh, I walked into the office with my head held high.
Whispers followed me. I ignored every stare, every look of pity or curiosity. I had only one goal, to end this once and for all.
I marched straight to his office.
His assistant Diego rose and bowed slightly. “Ma’am. He’s not here. But he left instructions. You’re to be driven to this address.”
He handed me a small note.
I frowned. “What’s this?”
“He asked for your trust.”
Trust?
He had the audacity to ask for trust?
Still, I said nothing. The assistant escorted me to the private elevator. Down to the underground garage, where a black car waited, sleek and silent. The driver opened the door with a nod. I got in, heart pounding.
Minutes later, I found myself at a small private airstrip.
A jet.
His private jet.
I hesitated, but something inside me, a burning curiosity or unfinished emotion pushed me forward. I boarded.
The flight was short.
When we landed, I was led into what could only be described as paradise.
A private island. Surrounded by crystal-blue waters and lush gardens. And in the center of it all, a glass-walled mansion that sparkled under the sun like a dream.
I stepped inside and gasped.
The floor was lined with fresh rose petals. Candlelight flickered everywhere.
Soft music hummed through the air. And at the dining table sat Demian Sebastian, in a crisp black shirt, eyes locked on mine.
A feast of colorful dishes was spread before him.
But I had no appetite for food.
“What the hell is this?” I snapped. “You think because you have money, you can just throw surprises around and get away with murder?”
I didn’t even realize I was crying until he stood up, walked toward me, and gently licked a tear from my cheek.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Then his lips were on mine.
We kissed violently, hungrily. Like a starved lion.
Our tongues fought for dominance. His hands gripped my ass and pinned me against the wall. Every ounce of anger inside me melted into heat. The fire between us roared back to life like it had never left.
He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom.
We tore each other’s clothes like we hated them.
His lips burned down my neck, leaving trails of fire. He kissed the mark he once gave me, now with reverence. He whispered my name like a prayer, like a man starved for too long.
He thrust into me with fury, then tenderness, then fury again
I screamed in ecstasy.
We made love like we were at war.
His lips found every inch of me. My nails dug into his back.
Our moans filled the room, our bodies tangled in sheets and sweat and need. When we came, we shattered together, violently, breathlessly, beautifully.
And at that moment, I hated him.
And I loved him more than I ever had.
The next morning, I woke up in soft white sheets, sore and deliciously satisfied.
Demian sat beside me, brushing my hair from my face.
“I’m sorry for everything,” he said again.
I didn’t answer.
“The woman you saw… Her father is extremely dangerous. I was forced into an arranged marriage but I don't feel anything for her.
If I didn’t agree to marry her, he'd harm you. I panicked. That’s why I said what I said. I didn’t mean it.”
I blinked, silent.
“But it’s over now,” he continued. “I ended it. I handled him. You’re safe.”
“And you’re telling me this now?” I whispered.
“I didn’t want to lose you. But I already did. So I figured… the only way to make it right is to be honest.”
He handed me a file.
“What’s this?”
“Open it.”
I did.
My jaw dropped.
Property titles. A full map.
The entire island… was mine.
“It’s in your name,” he said. “An apology, and a promise.”
I looked at him, stunned. “You’re for real?”
“Yes, baby.” His voice cracked. “And it will never happen again.”
I couldn’t speak.
Tears slid down my face again, but this time, they were warm and full of something close to hope.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
Demian cupped my face. “Sheila, even if loving you destroys me. I’ll keep doing it, break me, take everything… just don’t leave me.”
And in his eyes, I saw it.
The pain. The truth. The raw, uncontrollable love.
He wasn’t just a man anymore.
He was mine.
And I was dangerously, deeply his.
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