Novels by rissa6473

Damon stared at his phone screen, his jaw tightening as he read the message again. The words burned into his mind. *"You took something that belongs to me. I want her back."* *"Enjoy her while you can. You won't have her for long."* He wasn't scared. Fear wasn't something Damon did. But surprise? Yeah, that hit him hard. Who the hell was this? And more importantly, how did they get his personal number? He scoffed, tossing his phone onto the couch. Typical cowardly move, hiding behind anonymous messages instead of facing him directly. But the real question nagging at him was simple: who were they talking about? Had to be Celia, right? She was the only woman close to him right now. The whole fake girlfriend thing they had going on. But who else wanted her? And did Celia even know about this psycho? Lucas was the obvious suspect. But he's also in jail so definitely it can't be him. Damon grabbed his phone again and pulled up Anthony's contact. His finger hovered over the call butt

Just as Serena raised the knife, its tip inches from Mrs. Thorne’s throat and a cruel smile twisting her lips, her hand began to tremble.“What the fuck!” Her eyes widened in shock. “What’s wrong with me?”The tremor spread instantly, first through her arms, then her legs, then her entire body, as if gripped by a violent chill. Dizziness crashed over her like a wave, and the room spun.Mrs. Thorne, still struggling to call for help, could only manage a weak, breathy cry, her throat tightened, her lungs starved of air. But seeing Serena falter gave her a sliver of hope. Still terrified, she couldn’t shake the thought: *What if she regains her strength?*“You think you’ve escaped death?” Serena hissed, her voice trembling but laced with venom. “Maybe tonight—but mark my words: when I’m myself again, I’ll kill you with my own hands. You insulted me. You tried to keep Michael from marrying me. And that… will not go unpunished.”She reached out blindly, grasping at the air for something to

Just as Serena raised the knife, its tip inches from Mrs. Thorne’s throat and a cruel smile twisting her lips, her hand began to tremble.“What the fuck!” Her eyes widened in shock. “What’s wrong with me?”The tremor spread instantly, first through her arms, then her legs, then her entire body, as if gripped by a violent chill. Dizziness crashed over her like a wave, and the room spun.Mrs. Thorne, still struggling to call for help, could only manage a weak, breathy cry, her throat tightened, her lungs starved of air. But seeing Serena falter gave her a sliver of hope. Still terrified, she couldn’t shake the thought: *What if she regains her strength?*“You think you’ve escaped death?” Serena hissed, her voice trembling but laced with venom. “Maybe tonight—but mark my words: when I’m myself again, I’ll kill you with my own hands. You insulted me. You tried to keep Michael from marrying me. And that… will not go unpunished.”She reached out blindly, grasping at the air for something to

Immediately, Mr. Thorne and Michael left the doctor’s office. Once outside, Mr. Thorne pulled Michael aside to a quiet corner to speak privately about Serena.“I want to talk to you about that useless girl,” Mr. Thorne began, and Michael nodded.He’s utterly exhausted by Serena—and maybe, just maybe, his father’s words could be the solution he’s been waiting for: a way to erase her from his life for good.He knew they started it all together. He’d been the one to convince Serena to divorce Damon, even though she was the one who’d first seduced him—drawn in by his wealth. Together, they’d plotted to destroy Damon’s life after he’d taken Serena’s contract and given it to Celia. Their plan was to claw their way back to the top, but it had failed spectacularly. And now, in Michael’s eyes, it was all Serena’s fault. He hated her for it.“Yes, Dad, I’m listening,” Michael replied.“That Serena or whatever her real name is, I know a way to get rid of her without letting her completely drag

Damon hesitated. He didn’t want what he was about to say to reveal too much about his true identity. But after thinking for a few minutes, he decided it wouldn’t. He just needed to tell her a little—enough to test her reaction.Maybe then, he’d know how she would take it when he eventually told her everything about who he was.“Damon?” Celia called softly, breaking his thoughts.“It was many years ago,” Damon began. “We were just kids. That’s why you don’t remember. But I could never forget—not in this lifetime.”Celia nodded quietly, her curiosity deepening with every passing second. She was eager to hear the story of how she once helped Damon when they were still children.“Years ago,” Damon continued, his voice low, “I was living on the streets. No family. No home. Food was like a punishment... I had to fight for every bite. I didn’t even know why my family threw me out then, what I did to deserve it. Every day, I dealt with thugs who thought I was a weak kid they could bully or ki

Damon’s lips curved faintly when Celia asked, “Who owns this mansion again?”He paused for a second before answering in his usual calm tone. “It’s from Anthony. He gave it to me after I saved his mother. He said he wanted to show his gratitude in his own way, and I couldn’t refuse him then.”Celia’s brows lifted slightly. “Anthony gave you this? This entire place?” She glanced around again, her eyes taking in the tall doors and marble pillars. “That’s… a lot for a thank-you gift.”Damon gave a small shrug. “You know how he is. When he wants to do something, he goes all out. He didn’t take no for an answer.”Celia nodded slowly. She knew Anthony well enough to believe that. Still, she couldn’t help thinking the gesture was too much. “I guess he really meant it when he said your help saved their lives,” she murmured, following Damon as he walked toward the entrance.He tapped a code on the side panel, and the doors opened soundlessly. Celia stepped inside with him, stopping just past th