chapter 6
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Alex POV;
I screamed for help until my throat was raw, but no one came.
Damian’s weight was heavy on me, but the blood pooling around him felt like a cold ocean, and I couldn’t swim.
“Damian, please!” I cried out, shaking him, trying to make him look at me, to show me some sign he was still there. His skin was so pale, his body too still, his both eyes close.
The world outside felt like a distant hum, muffled and wrong, as if nothing mattered beyond the two of us. I wanted to believe he was just unconscious, that the blood soaking through his suit wasn’t as bad as it seemed. But the way he slumped against me—lifeless—told a different story.
Why wasn’t anyone coming?
“Damian…” My voice broke. “You said… don’t trust anyone, not even you. But—”
I didn’t know what to say. What could I say when the man who had made my life a living nightmare was now the only person I cared about?
His body twitched, and I froze. For a heartbeat, I thought he was waking up, but his eyes stayed closed, not giving any close sign of waking up sooner.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn't think straight.
There were footsteps coming—running, fast. But they weren’t from the people I wanted. They were from the guards Damian had stationed at the mansion. They burst into view, their guns drawn, their eyes darting to Damian’s body.
One of them, a tall man with a scar across his jaw, glanced at me with barely concealed suspicion.
“What happened?” he demanded, his tone sharp. “Who did this?”
I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out, it felt as if my throat was clogged.
"Answer him, or we’ll make you," another guard threatened. His voice was colder than the steel in his hand.
I swallowed hard. “I—I don’t know. I don’t know who did this.”
One of the guards bent down beside Damian, checking for a pulse, his fingers pressing firmly against his neck. I held my breath, praying.
Nothing.
The guard stood, his face unreadable, but I saw the flicker of something in his eyes—disappointment? Relief?
"Get her inside. Now." The first guard’s voice was commanding, and it snapped me back to reality.
“No,” I gasped, clutching Damian’s hand tightly. “You can’t take me away. I need help. He needs help.”
They ignored me, pulling me roughly to my feet. I stumbled, still holding on to Damian’s limp body as they dragged me away.
“Let go of me!” I shouted, my heart hammering in my chest. “Damian! Please!”
But no one cared. They shoved me toward the mansion, toward the front door I hadn’t seen since arriving.
As they pushed me inside, the house felt colder than it had before. And emptier.
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I was thrown into a room. A dark room. The door slammed behind me. My breath came fast, panic clawing at my chest.
Damian. I had to get back to him. I had to help him.
I rushed to the door, but it was locked. Of course it was.
I slid down the wall, hugging my knees to my chest. I wanted to scream, but my throat was sore, and I didn’t think anyone would listen anyway. I wanted to fight, but I knew I couldn’t win—i knew I don't have enough strength to do all those.
A knock on the door made me jump, and the door swung open.
It was the man with the scar—the guard who’d spoken earlier.
“Don’t try anything stupid,” he warned, his eyes narrowed. “Stay in here. We’ll take care of everything.”
He shut the door again, leaving me in darkness.
“Atleast, take me out of here!“ I managed to scream.
I pressed my palm to my forehead, breathing shallowly. My hands were shaking, my chest tight. What had just happened? Why had they done this?
And what did Damian mean when he said “Don’t trust anyone… not even me”?
I tried to steady my breath. I tried to make sense of it all, but nothing added up. Damian had saved my life only to be shot. The guards? They were still loyal to him—or so I thought. Why were they so quick to take me away from him?
And then, there was the note I had received at the gala. “You’re the key to his destruction. They’re coming for you.”
Who were they? And why was I the key?
My mind raced, questions piling up faster than I could think. But nothing seemed to make sense.
I stood up, pacing the small room. My fists clenched. I couldn’t just sit here and wait for someone else to decide my fate. I needed answers.
And I needed to get back to Damian.
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The door creaked open again.
This time, it wasn’t the guard.
It was someone else.
A figure stepped inside—tall, broad, their face obscured by the shadows of the hallway.
I froze, my heart stuttering in my chest.
Then, the voice I recognized so well.
“Alex.”
I took a step back. “Damian?”
But it wasn’t him. Not exactly.
“Don’t scream,” the figure warned, his voice low and familiar.
I blinked, my heart pounding. “Who are you?” I whispered.
The man took a step forward, the shadows finally pulling away enough for me to see him clearly.
It was someone I never expected.
“Someone who’s been watching,” he said, eyes glinting. “And someone who can help you. But you’re going to have to trust me.”
I swallowed, my mind a whirl of emotions. “You—”
But before I could say another word, he stepped forward, the door closing behind him with a soft click.
“I know you don’t trust anyone right now,” he said, his voice steady. “But if you don’t listen to me, you’ll never see Damian alive again.”
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