Chapter 14 – Unraveling Secrets
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Elena sat stiffly in the backseat of the car, her mind spinning with Victoria’s words.
"Run before he makes sure you can’t."
The warning replayed in her head, clawing at the doubt she had tried so hard to suppress. Damon Blackwell was dangerous—she had known that from the start. But just how dangerous?
She needed answers.
When the car pulled up to the penthouse, she barely waited for Victor to open the door before stepping out. She marched inside, determination coursing through her veins.
She was done being left in the dark.
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By the time evening fell, Damon still hadn’t returned.
Elena paced the penthouse, frustration bubbling beneath her skin. He was avoiding her, just like always.
Fine. If he didn’t give her answers, she’d find them herself.
With a deep breath, she headed for his office.
The large mahogany doors were slightly ajar. She hesitated before pushing them open.
Inside, the space was immaculate—dark wood, floor-to-ceiling windows, shelves lined with expensive books. And on the desk, neatly stacked, were several documents.
Her heart pounded as she approached, fingers grazing the edge of a folder.
She shouldn’t be doing this.
But then her eyes landed on something that made her breath hitch.
A file.
Her name was printed in bold letters across the front.
Her hands trembled as she opened them.
Inside were pages of information—her birth records, medical history, past jobs. There were even surveillance photos of her, some from months before she ever met Damon.
Her blood ran cold.
Had he been watching her all this time?
Her stomach twisted as she flipped through the pages, her hands shaking. Then, near the bottom of the stack, she found something even worse.
A contract.
Not the one she had signed.
But one that had been drawn up before she ever met him.
Her breath hitched.
Damon had planned this.
Before the debt. Before the one-night stand.
Before everything.
Her hands clutched the papers so tightly they crumpled.
He hadn’t just taken advantage of her situation.
He had created it.
“Elena.”
The deep, familiar voice sent a jolt of panic through her.
She whirled around, the file still in her hands, to find Damon standing in the doorway.
His dark eyes flickered at the documents she held.
A muscle in his jaw ticked.
“You were never supposed to see that.”
Her pulse thundered. “How long?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“Elena—”
“How long have you been planning this?” she demanded, her voice rising.
He took a slow step forward, but she backed away.
“Elena, listen to me—”
“No,” she cut him off, chest heaving. “You knew who I was before I ever met you. This wasn’t about my father’s debt, was it? This was about me.”
Silence.
The confirmation was written all over his face.
A chilling realization settled over her.
She hadn’t just walked into Damon Blackwell’s trap.
She had always been in it.
Her fingers trembled as she dropped the file onto the desk.
“I trusted you,” she whispered. “I actually started to believe…”
She shook her head, blinking back the burn in her eyes.
Damon’s expression remained unreadable, but there was something dark, something desperate flickering beneath his cold exterior.
“Elena.” His voice was softer this time, almost pleading.
But she didn’t want to hear it.
Heart pounding, she turned and bolted for the door.
She barely made it two steps before strong arms were wrapped around her, pulling her back against a hard chest.
“You’re not leaving.” His voice was low, dangerous.
Panic flared inside her. She struggled, but his grip was unyielding.
“Let me go,” she choked out, her breath shallow.
Damon’s lips brushed against her ear, his voice a dark whisper.
“I can’t.”
The words sent a shiver down her spine.
Because, for the first time since meeting him, she realized—
He meant it.
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