the truth
823 Words
Calla Monroe’s POV
The knock on my door came at noon. Sharp, deliberate, impossible to ignore. My heart leapt into my throat.
I peeked through the peephole.
Damian Vale.
He wasn’t smiling. His gray eyes were sharp, intense, scanning my apartment like a predator.
Lucas was playing with his blocks in the living room, oblivious to the tension that gripped me. My chest tightened. I had to protect him—no matter what.
I opened the door, keeping my voice steady. “Damian… what are you doing here?”
“I told you I’d come,” he said smoothly. “Alone. I need answers.”
I swallowed, trying to keep my fear in check. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He stepped closer, closing the space between us, making the room feel smaller, suffocating. “Calla… you can’t hide from me. Not now, not ever. I know there’s something you’re keeping.”
My hands clenched at my sides. Every fiber of my body screamed to protect Lucas. “There’s nothing,” I whispered.
Damian’s gaze drifted past me, landing on Lucas, who had stopped building blocks and was now staring curiously at the man at the door. The resemblance was undeniable. The gray eyes, the dark curls… my stomach twisted.
He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.
Flashback – Damian’s Possessive Streak
I remembered a night in his penthouse, the city lights stretching endlessly beyond the windows. Damian had been charming, terrifying, possessive all at once.
“You’re mine,” he had whispered, holding me close. “Do you understand what that means?”
I had nodded, terrified and enthralled at the same time. The intensity had been intoxicating.
And now, that intensity was back, magnified, and focused.
Calla’s Panic
Lucas looked up at me, a question in his eyes. “Mommy… who is he?”
I forced a smile, my voice trembling. “Just… someone from the past, baby. Nothing to worry about.”
But the truth weighed heavily in my chest. Damian’s presence alone was a threat. If he discovered Lucas, he wouldn’t hold back.
“Calla…” Damian said softly, almost tenderly, but the steel beneath his tone was unmistakable. “You need to tell me. Now.”
“I… I can’t,” I whispered, tears threatening to spill.
He moved closer, his eyes locked onto mine. “Do you realize how long I’ve waited? How long I’ve imagined this moment? You can’t protect him from me by hiding him. I will find out eventually.”
My hands shook. “He’s just a child! He… he doesn’t even know you!”
“And that’s exactly why I need to know,” he said, voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur.
Rising Romantic Tension
He was close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. His presence was suffocating, yet a small, forbidden part of me ached. The memories of nights spent in his arms, of whispered promises and stolen touches, came rushing back.
I tried to push the longing away. No. Not now. Not ever. Lucas first.
But Damian’s eyes, so sharp, so calculating, seemed to see right through my resolve.
Flashback – The Night We Parted
I remembered walking away in the rain, the city lights blurred through tears.
“You don’t understand,” I had cried. “I can’t stay.”
“You’re running from me,” he had said. “Do you think you can hide from what we had?”
I had stepped into the shadows, leaving him behind. I had thought I could escape. I had been wrong.
The Confrontation Intensifies
Damian’s gaze dropped to Lucas again, his jaw tightening. I could see the storm brewing behind those gray eyes. He didn’t speak, but every muscle in his body radiated danger.
“You’re hiding something. I can feel it, Calla,” he said finally. “And I will find out what it is. No one keeps me in the dark, not even you.”
My chest tightened. I wanted to scream, to run, to shield Lucas from the man who could tear our lives apart with a single word.
“I… I can’t tell you,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
He stepped even closer, lowering his voice to a whisper that made my heart race. “Then I’ll wait. But know this—I always get what I want. And I want you. All of you. Everything.”
Cliffhanger – The Threat of Discovery
That night, I lay in bed, Lucas sleeping beside me, and my phone buzzed once more.
“Tomorrow, we talk. No games. No lies. I’ll be there.”
The text had no name, but I didn’t need one. I knew who it was.
My world, my hidden life, the life I had built for Lucas—it was crumbling. And I didn’t know if I could hold it together.
Because Damian Vale… had returned.
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