Chapter 6: Unraveling Secrets
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Elena lay awake, staring at the ceiling.
Sleep was impossible.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the past—the day she ran, the threats whispered in her ear, the fear that had driven her to leave everything behind.
Now, she was back in the one place she swore she’d never return to. And Damian… Damian was more dangerous than ever.
She needed to escape.
But how?
She sat up, her gaze sweeping the room. The door was locked, the windows unbreakable. Security was tight—Damian had made sure of that. But there had to be a way.
Her mind raced through possibilities when the sound of approaching footsteps made her freeze.
The door unlocked.
Damian stepped inside.
He looked like he hadn’t slept either. His dark hair was slightly tousled, his black dress shirt rolled up at the sleeves, revealing his strong forearms. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were sharp, assessing.
Elena swallowed.
She knew that look.
He had found something.
“I made some calls,” Damian said, his voice deceptively calm.
Her stomach twisted.
“I asked my men to look into your disappearance.” He stepped closer, his gaze locked onto hers. “Do you know what they found?”
Elena forced herself to stay still. “I don’t care.”
His lips curled slightly. “You should.”
He leaned against the doorframe, watching her closely. “No sightings. No records. It was as if you vanished into thin air.” His head tilted slightly. “And yet, you were living in a small town under a different name, working as a waitress. Doesn’t that seem strange, Elena?”
Her pulse pounded.
He was digging.
She had been careful. She had erased her tracks, hidden herself well. But Damian was relentless.
“Elena Carter disappeared.” He took another step forward. “So tell me, who were you running from?”
She flinched.
“I wasn’t—”
“Don’t lie to me.” His voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument. “Someone made you leave. Who?”
She clenched her jaw, refusing to answer.
Damian’s patience was thinning. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll find out myself.”
Panic flared in her chest.
No.
If he kept digging, he would put himself in danger.
She couldn’t let that happen.
But before she could say anything, he spoke again.
“I hired a private investigator.” His eyes darkened. “By the end of the week, I’ll know everything.”
Elena’s breath caught.
She was running out of time.
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Later that day, Elena wandered through the mansion, her mind racing.
She had spent the morning searching for a way out, but every exit was guarded. Damian wasn’t taking any chances.
Her only option was to convince him to let her go.
But how?
She was still thinking when she found herself outside his office.
The door was slightly open.
She hesitated.
Then she heard voices.
“I want every detail.” Damian’s voice was firm. “Who she spoke to, where she went before the wedding—everything.”
Elena’s heart pounded.
She peeked through the gap in the door.
Damian stood behind his desk, speaking to someone on the phone. His expression was cold, unreadable.
“I don’t care how much it costs,” he continued. “I need answers.”
Her stomach twisted.
He was serious.
She needed to act fast.
Before he could find out the truth.
Before it was too late.
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