Chapter 3: Blood in a Diamond CagePart 4
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Chapter 3: Blood in a Diamond Cage
Part 4
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Three days passed.
Elena didn’t see Zane again.
Not at breakfast. Not on the security feed. Not even in the shadows of Damian’s cold, glittering prison of a mansion.
She asked Celeste. No answer.
She asked Damian.
His reply?
> “He’s been moved. For his safety.”
Her voice cracked. “You promised—”
“I didn’t promise access,” he said. “I promised protection.”
She stared at him. “And if I stop cooperating?”
He looked up from his files, utterly calm.
“Then he stops breathing.”
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That night, Damian called her into the East Wing.
She wasn’t supposed to be there.
But the door was open.
Inside: marble floors, blood-red rugs, and a large room that looked like a private theater.
Only it wasn’t playing movies.
It was playing people.
On a massive screen, files scrolled — names, photos, security footage, classified reports. Blackmail. Power.
Everything Damian controlled.
And in the center of the room: a chair.
For her.
He motioned for her to sit.
She didn’t move.
“Elena,” he said, voice calm, “if you want to survive this life, you don’t do it on your knees. You do it with leverage.”
“I don’t want your power,” she said.
“You don’t have a choice,” he replied. “Because your family left you nothing but blood.”
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She sat.
The screen shifted.
And there, in real time, was Zane — sleeping in a different room. Still under watch. Still not free.
“Every asset I protect costs me something,” Damian said. “And now you do too. So it’s time you start earning.”
He placed a file on her lap.
Inside: a name. A face. A government badge.
Her stomach twisted. “You want me to spy on a senator?”
“I want you to distract him.”
“Why me?”
“Because you still look innocent.”
“I’m not.”
“I know,” he said softly. “But they don’t.”
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Suddenly — the lights flickered.
The screen went dark.
A sharp click echoed in the room.
Then — the sound of a door opening in the hall.
Damian turned instantly, sharp as a blade.
“Elena,” he said, calm but fast, “move behind the wall. Now.”
She didn’t ask questions.
She ran.
Gunshots rang out.
Three. Then silence.
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
Seconds passed like hours.
Then the door creaked.
And Damian stepped back in, blood on his sleeve.
“It’s handled.”
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Later, security would confirm what she feared.
The assassin hadn’t come for Damian.
They came for her.
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Back in her room, she stared at the mirror.
The girl who looked back wasn’t the same.
Her eyes were harder. Her mouth set.
She wasn’t safe.
Not even as his prisoner.
Because the truth was becoming clearer:
> Damian might not be her worst enemy.
He might be the only thing keeping the others from finishing what they started.
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She pulled the folder back out.
The senator’s name stared up at her like a dare.
> Elena Vaine was gone.
What stood now… was someone darker.
Someone willing to burn everything to keep her brother breathing.
Even herself.
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✨ END OF CHAPTER 3 ✨
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🔥 Chapter 4 Preview: The Girl with No Exit
What’s coming:
Elena meets the senator… but he knows too much
A coded message from her father surfaces
Damian’s real weakness is revealed — and it’s not Elena
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