Bound to a VEYRON

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Hey y’all , I could finally access this account but I really can’t use it again as I have started a new account already , so please follow my new account the name is still Damien’s wife and I already even started a book by there which is the von Steiger academy , I checked my account and saw that people really are interested in the book even tho it’s small it’s enough as I like writing , so I would continue this book soon , at the new account and leaving this one , I was so pained to see 5 people following and waiting not knowing that i didn’t even have access to my account again

And now I have to drop lots of nonsense down so that I can be able to post it ohh, yes let me just post a chapter in my new book

Book name: VON STEIGER ACADEMY

For a long moment, Emma didn't move. Just stared, jaw clenched, hands trembling.

Then her eyes flicked to something over Katherine's shoulder. A table. Drinks.

Katherine saw it happen in slow motion.

Emma grabbed the nearest glass—something dark, probably rum—and threw it.

The liquid hit Katherine's face, cold and sharp. It soaked into her hair, dripped down her neck, stained the front of the navy dress. The smell of alcohol burned her nose.

Gasps erupted around them. Someone laughed.

Katherine stood frozen, dress ruined, drink dripping from her chin.

Emma's face twisted with satisfaction. "Oops."

Before Katherine could react, Emma's hand shot out and shoved her. Hard.

Katherine stumbled backward, heels catching. She would have fallen if the wall hadn't been there.

Emma advanced, face flushed, eyes wild. "You think you're special? You think—"

Her hand came up.

Katherine's body moved on instinct. She ducked the slap, shoved back. Her hands connected with Emma's shoulders and Emma stumbled.

For three seconds, it was chaos. Emma grabbed for Katherine's hair. Katherine's nails raked down Emma's arm. Someone screamed. The crowd pressed closer, phones out.

Then a voice cut through the noise.

"Are you f*****g serious right now?"

Everyone froze.

Serena stood three feet away, drink in hand, looking at Emma like she was something stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

"You're really this stupid?" Serena's voice was calm. Almost bored. But her eyes were ice. "You're going to attack her? Here? At his party?"

Emma's hands dropped. "She—"

"I don't care." Serena stepped forward. The crowd parted. "Do you have any idea what you just did?"

Emma's face went pale.

"He claimed her. Publicly. In front of everyone." Serena gestured around the room where people were still watching, still recording. "And you thought it was a good idea to humiliate her? To put your hands on what's his?"

The words landed like blows. Emma actually took a step back.

Serena's smile was knife-sharp. "You're dumber than I thought."

She turned to Katherine, and her expression shifted. Smoothed into something that almost looked like concern. "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up."

Katherine's heart hammered. She didn't trust this. Didn't trust the sudden shift from ice to warmth.

But everyone was still staring. Her dress was ruined. Alcohol dripped from her hair onto her shoulders.

"Okay," she heard herself say.

Serena's hand closed around Katherine's wrist—firm, not quite gentle—and pulled her through the crowd. People stepped aside immediately. No one questioned it. No one stopped them.

They went upstairs. Down a hallway. Into a bedroom that was bigger than Katherine's entire dorm room.

Serena closed the door behind them. Locked it.

The sudden quiet was disorienting. Downstairs, the music still pounded. Up here, it was muffled, distant.

"Bathroom's there." Serena pointed. "I'll find you something to wear."

Katherine moved toward the bathroom on autopilot. She caught her reflection in the mirror and winced. Mascara streaked down her face. Her hair was a mess, sticky with liquor. The dress was definitely ruined.

She grabbed a towel and started wiping her face. Behind her, she heard Serena moving around the bedroom, opening drawers.

"That was quite a show," Serena called out. "Emma's always been dramatic, but that was something else."

Katherine didn't respond. Just kept cleaning her face.

Serena appeared in the bathroom doorway, holding a shirt and pants. "Here. These should fit."

"Thanks."

"Don't thank me yet." Serena leaned against the doorframe, watching. "I didn't do it for you."

Katherine met her eyes in the mirror. "Then why did you?"

"Because Emma's an i***t and I don't like idiots making scenes at my family's parties." Serena's gaze traveled over Katherine, assessing. "And because Damien would have destroyed her if he'd seen it. Better to handle it quietly."

She said it so casually. Like Damien destroying people was just a fact of life.

Maybe it was.

Katherine turned around, accepting the clothes. "Can you—"

"Unzip you?" Serena's smile was sharp. "Sure."

She moved behind Katherine. Fingers found the zipper, pulled it down slowly. The dress loosened, gaped open.

"This is beautiful work," Serena said, voice almost wistful. "Custom?"

"I don't know."

"You don't—" Serena laughed. "Of course you don't. He probably had it made without asking you anything. That's very him."

Katherine shrugged out of the dress, hyperaware of being in just her underwear with Serena watching. She grabbed the shirt quickly, pulled it on.

"You're lucky, you know," Serena continued. Her tone was light, conversational, but something underneath felt sharp. "Most people don't get this kind of attention from Damien. He usually doesn't bother."

Katherine pulled on the pants. They were too long, designer label she didn't recognize. "I don't feel lucky."

"No?" Serena tilted her head. "Interesting."

Silence fell. Katherine turned to the mirror, tried to salvage her hair.

She could feel Serena staring. The weight of it pressed against her shoulders.

"That necklace," Serena said finally. "Where did you get it?"

Katherine's hand went to her throat. The pendant rested against her collarbone, warm from her skin.

"Damien gave it to me."

"I can see that." Serena's voice had gone flat. "I'm asking if you know what it is."

"It's his mother's."

Something flickered in Serena's expression. Too fast to read. "He told you that?"

"Yes."

"Did he tell you anything else about it?"

Katherine turned to face her. "Like what?"

Serena's eyes were fixed on the necklace. Her jaw was tight. "Like what it means when someone wears the El-Sayed family crest."

El-Sayed. Damien's mother's family.

"It means I'm under his protection," Katherine said carefully.

"Is that all you think it means?" Serena stepped closer. Her hand came up, fingers reaching for the pendant.

Katherine stepped back. "Don't."

"I just want to see it."

"No."

Serena's hand dropped. Her smile was brittle. "Take it off."

"What?"

"The necklace. Take it off."

Katherine's hand closed around the pendant protectively. "No."

"It doesn't belong to you."

"Damien gave it to me."

"He shouldn't have." Serena's voice had gone cold. Sharp. The pretense of friendliness cracking. "Do you have any idea—" She stopped. Breathed. The smile returned but it looked wrong now. Forced. "Never mind."

She turned away, moved to the window. Looked out at the party below.

Katherine watched her reflection in the glass. Serena's shoulders were tense. Her fingers gripped the windowsill hard enough that her knuckles went white.

"How long have you known Damien?" Serena asked.

"Not long."

"But long enough for this." She gestured vaguely at Katherine. "Long enough for him to dress you up, parade you around, give you his mother's jewelry."

Katherine didn't answer. Something in Serena's tone made her throat tight.

"Do you love him?"

The question hung in the air.

Katherine's heart hammered. "I don't—"

"It's a simple question." Serena turned around. Her eyes were too bright. "Do you love him?"

"I barely know him."

"That's not what I asked."

The door handle rattled. Someone trying to get in.

Then a voice. "Serena. Open the door."

Damien.

Serena's expression shuttered. She moved to the door, unlocked it.

Damien stepped inside. His eyes went immediately to Katherine, scanning her face, the borrowed clothes, the ruined dress on the bathroom floor.

"What happened?" His voice was flat.

"Emma happened," Serena said. "Threw a drink at her, tried to start a fight. I brought her up here to clean up."

Damien's jaw tightened. "Where is she?"

"Emma? Downstairs somewhere. Probably crying."

His eyes hadn't left Katherine. "Are you hurt?"

Katherine shook her head. "I'm fine."

"She's not fine," Serena corrected. "She's soaked in alcohol and her dress is ruined and half the party got it on video." She paused. "But I handled it before it got worse."

Damien looked at Serena then. Something passed between them—understanding, maybe. Or warning.

"Thank you," he said.

Serena's smile was knife-sharp. "Anytime."

She brushed past him, paused at the door. Looked back at Katherine.

"Keep the clothes," she said. "They look better on you than they ever did on me."

Then she was gone.

Damien closed the door behind her. Locked it again.

The room felt smaller with just the two of them.

"Come here," he said.

Katherine stayed where she was. "I'm fine."

"I didn't ask if you were fine. I said come here."

She moved toward him slowly. Stopped a few feet away.

Damien closed the distance. His hands came up, cupping her face, tilting it toward the light. He examined her like he was looking for injuries—checked her cheekbones, her jaw, her neck.

"Did she touch you?" His voice was quiet. Dangerous.

"She shoved me. I shoved back."

Something dark flickered in his expression. "And then?"

"Serena stopped it."

His thumb brushed her cheekbone. "I should have been there."

"You were busy."

"I should have been there," he repeated.

Katherine pulled back slightly. His hands dropped.

"What did Serena want?" Damien asked.

"To help me clean up."

"What else?"

Katherine's hand went to the necklace. "She asked about this."

Damien's eyes followed the movement. "What did she say?"

"She told me to take it off."

"And?"

"I said no."

Something shifted in Damien's expression. Not quite a smile. "Good."

He took her hand, pulled her toward the door.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere Emma won't find you." He looked back at her. "And somewhere Serena can't ask questions."

They left the bedroom, went down the hallway. Not back to the party. Somewhere else.

Somewhere private.

So this was chapter 7 in the novel I’m currently working on and even the last chapter I had published , but more are coming , just been falling sick frequently lately .