CHAPTER SIX : SIGNED BY THE DEVIL
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Alex left the hospital room with a grim look on his face and began making urgent phone calls.
Inside, Serena’s breathing grew shallow. Her panic attack escalated quickly, memories she’d buried were rushing back like a tidal wave.
Nurses and the doctor stormed in, trying to calm her down, but her screams echoed through the walls.
Damina refused to leave her side. He held her trembling hands tightly, whispering calm words, though he knew they weren’t enough. Turning to Alex, he ordered in a dangerously calm voice, “Find him. Whoever he is, track him down. Now.”
As Serena was sedated, Damina sat silently, the weight of her trauma pressing on his chest. Pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fit.
Her fear, her scars, her silence, everything made sense now. She had lived through unimaginable pain.
Without wasting time, Damina contacted one of his most trusted private investigators, Jordan. “I need everything you can find about Serena’s past. Start in Italy. Hours passed.
When Jordan’s report came in, Damina’s heart sank as he read the file.
Serena Moore was the illegitimate child of a wealthy Italian businessman who had refused to acknowledge her.
Her mother later married a man named Lorenzo De Luca, who became Serena’s stepfather. But Lorenzo was no ordinary man he had a dark history.
He’d been convicted of kidnapping and murder, and sentenced to life in prison.
But he had escaped.
Damina's blood ran cold. Is Lorenzo the man that violated Serena? This question lobbies in his mindr.
Rage bubbled beneath his skin.Just then, his phone rang. It was Alex.
“His name is Lorenzo De Luca,” Alex said, his voice grim.
Damina grip tightened, he finally has answers to his questions.
Lorenzo De Luca, her stepfather is the man who violated serena.
“I know,”
Damina replied, clenching his jaw.
“There’s more, He’s off the grid. No credit cards, no calls.
It’s like he disappeared.”Damina’s hand tightened around the phone. “Find him,” he growled, before throwing the phone across the room.
The crash echoed like thunder. He walked over to Serena’s bedside, gently brushing a lock of hair from her face. “I will do whatever it takes to protect you. Even if it means burning the world down.”
Later that evening, Serena stirred.
Her eyes fluttered open. Still groggy, she reached for her phone.A video began playing automatically.
“My sweet Serena ” a deep, familiar voice crooned. Her blood turned to ice.
That was what he always said right before he touched her.
She screamed, raw, terrified.The phone slipped from her hands.
Damina rushed in and grabbed the phone. As soon as he saw the video, his entire expression changed, Fury,Pure and unfiltered.
“He’s taunting you,” he said darkly, “But it ends now.”
Knowing she wasn’t safe, Damina convinced Serena to move into his penthouse.
He installed high-tech security systems, doubled the guards, and hired another private investigator to locate Lorenzo. “He won't get near you again,” he promised her.
Elsewhere, in a hidden underground room, Benita sipped expensive liquor, her lips curled in a bitter smile. She wasn’t done, not yet.
Her phone rang.She hesitated but answered.A voice, deep, smooth, commanding, came through the line.
“Benita, darling.
The obsessed ex who lost everything to a girl who doesn’t even belong in our world, what a tragedy.”
Her heart skipped. “Who the hell is this?” she snapped.
The man laughed darkly. “Let’s just say we have a common enemy. Serena Moore. I know you want her gone. So do I.”
Benita’s eyes narrowed. She was tempted to hang up, but revenge whispered in her ear. “And why should I trust you?”“Because I can give you what you want. But we do it my way.”
Silence stretched between them.
Then Benita whispered, “Deal.”
DAYS PASSED
Serena slowly adjusted to her new home. She and Damina grew closer, soft glances, lingering touches, late-night conversations.
For the first time in years, she started to feel safe.
That evening, she sat curled up in bed, reading a romance novel. But an odd feeling crept up her spine. Goosebumps lined her skin.
She froze.She could feel someone watching her.
Trying to shake off the dread, she looked around. The room was empty. She shook her head. “It’s just my mind playing tricks,” she whispered.
But then a sharp sound from the bathroom.Her heart dropped.
She rose slowly, her legs trembling with each step.
She approached the bathroom, hand reaching for the doorknob.And then she saw it.
Written in bold, dripping red letters on the mirror:
“I’m coming for you, my sweet Serena.
Yours sincerely,
Lorenzo De Luca”
Her scream pierced the silence like a blade.
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