Chapter 50: Spiral
(When control slips, chaos reigns)
Cade slammed the door behind him, breath ragged, heart pounding like a war drum. The penthouse felt smaller, suffocating—like the walls themselves were closing in to witness his unraveling.
He paced, wild and raw, fingers running through his hair until it stood on end. The luxury around him—pristine glass, polished marble—was meaningless. Nothing could fix the burning ache in his chest.
Aria’s voice echoed in his mind—her laughter, her touch, the way she’d looked at Damon like he was the only man alive.
He slammed his fist into the wall.
Pain exploded in his knuckles, sharp and deliciously real.
He needed her.
Not as a possession.
Not as a prize.
But as his.
He grabbed his phone, thumb hovering over her name.
Then stopped.
He wasn’t going to beg.
Not anymore.
He was going to take.
He threw on his jacket and stormed out.
Outside, the night air hit him like a shock—cold, unforgiving.
But Cade didn’t care.
He wanted to burn it all down.
Because if he couldn’t have Aria on his terms, he’d make damn sure no one else did.