Chapter 10
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Damian’s POV
I couldn’t take my eyes off her—and I wasn’t even sure why.
Alex was fast asleep, her breathing soft and steady, but my mind was anything but calm. Thoughts raced through my head, sharp and relentless.
“Diana…” I muttered the name under my breath.
My ex-wife.
She was the kind of woman who would go to any lengths to bring me down. A queen in her own world—powerful, cunning, and dangerous. She surrounded herself with influential men, and her mere presence could strike fear into the average person’s heart.
I rubbed my temples, my jaw clenching. “Damn it.”
I could feel the anger rising, burning through me. I knew this had her fingerprints all over it. Who else would be bold enough—or cruel enough—to put Alex in harm’s way?
I reached for my phone, the cracked screen lighting up in my hand. I scrolled through my contacts until I saw her name glaring back at me.
Without hesitation, I tapped it.
The phone rang once—twice—then connected.
“Damian!” Her voice was louder than I remembered. Smug. Confident.
I didn’t waste time. “Why would you target an innocent girl? She has nothing to do with this.”
She laughed, a dark, amused sound that grated against my nerves. “That wasn’t harm. And besides, she’s stronger than you think.”
I paused. “Stronger? What are you talking about?”
“She killed one of my men,” she said casually.
My stomach turned. Alex hadn’t mentioned anything like that—not once during her explanation. Either she’d left it out… or Diana was twisting the truth.
I clenched the phone tighter. “You really want to test me, Diana? You’ve got no idea the line you’re about to cross.”
She didn’t even flinch. “And if I do, Damian Blackwood? Or should I say… the weakling?”
That word hit harder than it should have. Weakling.
She always knew how to strike where it hurt.
Our past was a war zone, and every word she spoke now only dragged me back into it.
“Watch your step, Diana Matthew,” I growled. “One wrong move, and you’ll regret ever coming after her.”
She laughed again, louder this time—colder. It sent a chill right through me. I knew that laugh. I knew what it meant.
She wasn’t bluffing. She never did.
Diana was ruthless. She fed on fear. She drank power like wine and found joy in other people’s suffering.
“You know what I want, Damian,” she said, her tone suddenly low and possessive.
“What the hell do you want from me?” I snapped.
“You. Your body. All of you,” she purred.
I exhaled sharply, disgusted. There was no way I was going back to her. Not for pleasure. Not for peace. Not for anything.
“What?”
“Tomorrow. Chapter Chaser Tower. Come alone.”
And with that, the line went dead.
I let out a frustrated hiss and slammed my phone to the floor, the sound cracking through the silence.
I looked over at Alex.
She was still asleep—so still, so quiet—it almost scared me.
Like she was slipping away.
And I couldn’t let that happen.
Not because of Diana.
Not because of my past.
A nurse walked in, her expression serious as she looked around the room.
“I heard a noise in here,” she said, approaching my bed.
“It’s nothing,” I replied quickly. “My phone just fell, that’s all.”
She gave a small, understanding smile and nodded.
“Are you feeling okay now?”
“Yeah,” I said, then gestured toward Alex. “But… can you check on her?”
My gaze shifted to Alex, still lying motionless beside me. Her stillness unsettled me—she looked too peaceful. Too quiet. It sent a shiver through me.
“Of course,” the nurse said, walking over to her. She began checking her vitals, doing a few things I couldn’t quite follow.
I sat back, trying to calm the tension building inside me. But my thoughts drifted again—to Diana. To the wreckage of our past.
» 10 years ago «
“I’ll make you beg for my mercy, Damian,” she hissed, her voice sharp as glass.
I stood my ground, refusing to let her words break me again.
She’d always been cold. Calculated. Heartless. A master manipulator who used her body like a weapon to get whatever she wanted.
“Diana, leave my life—for good!” I shouted, my voice raw with fury.
She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with venom. “You think it’s my loss? No, Damian. It’s yours.”
I laughed bitterly, but there was no humor in it.
Because deep down… I knew she meant every word, but I didn't care. I needed my peace and needed to fulfill my agreement.
I had walked away from her that day, leaving her standing alone in the tower—just like she deserved.
» Present Time «
“Sir…” the nurse’s voice pulled me back. I looked up at her.
“She’s fine,” she said with a gentle smile. “Just sleeping.”
“That’s good,” I replied quietly.
She turned to leave, but I stopped her.
“Hey, nurse.”
She turned back, eyebrows slightly raised. “Yes? Is there a problem?”
“I need to be discharged first thing tomorrow morning.”
She glanced at her notepad, hesitating. “According to your charts, you’re not ready.”
I let out a long breath, frustration building in my chest.
“But I have somewhere important to be.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said, her tone firm but kind. “You need to stay and complete your treatment. You’re only just starting to recover.”
She didn’t understand. She couldn’t.
I gave her a nod, but my mind was already racing—coming up with plans, backup plans, any way to get out of this place by morning.
Diana wanted something from me.
Not my body—no. This time, I had something far more valuable to offer.
Something that would make her lose interest in me forever.
And I was ready to give it to her.
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