The rain came down in sheets the next morning, soaking the windows of the estate in silver-grey streaks.
Ava sat at the long dining table alone, cradling a steaming mug of coffee as Lisette's betrayal replayed over and over in her mind. The knife. The calm in her voice. The utter certainty that she had been doing the right thing.
It still haunted her.
When Damien entered the room, he was already dressed in black — a custom-tailored suit that made him look like he belonged in shadows. His hair was slicked back, eyes unreadable.
He slid a folder across the table toward her.
"Read it," he said.
Ava flipped it open.
It was a contract.
Her eyes scanned quickly. Legal jargon. Specific clauses. Immunity protections. A payout.
And at the bottom…
"Mutual Termination of Marriage Contract – Voluntary Dissolution."
Her throat tightened.
"You're letting me go?"
Damien didn't blink. "You don't belong in this world. Not with the threats closing in. Not with Helena watching everything we do. If you walk away now, no one will stop you. You'll be protected. Paid. Safe."
"And you?" she asked quietly.
"I'll deal with the consequences."
Ava closed the folder.
"You think this is what I want?" she whispered. "After everything—"
"You deserve peace," he said, almost gently. "Not this war I was born into."
She stood up, slow and deliberate, moving toward him.
"Peace without you," she murmured, "would be worse than anything Helena could do to me."
His jaw ticked. She saw the conflict behind his eyes — the desire to protect her, and the deeper fear of what it would cost him to keep her close.
"What if I said I wanted to stay?" she asked.
He looked at her then, fully.
"I'd say you're insane," he murmured, "and then I'd kiss you until you forgot how to breathe."
A small smile curved her lips. "Then kiss me."
And he did.
Fierce. Wild. Devastating.
As if the weight of the world might shift with every press of his mouth to hers.
---
Later, Damien revealed the real reason for the contract.
It wasn't just protection.
It was bait.
"She'll expect you to leave," he explained. "When you don't, she'll see it as weakness on my part. Emotion. Attachment. She'll strike faster — and harder."
Ava arched a brow. "And that helps us… how?"
"Because she'll make mistakes," Damien said. "She'll act rashly. She'll expose her hand. And when she does…"
He opened a drawer and placed a thin USB drive on the table.
"This," he said, "is the real insurance. Every dirty secret Helena's tried to bury for the last ten years. Blackmail. Bribery. Death certificates with no bodies."
"Where did you get it?" Ava asked, stunned.
"From the same man who wants her gone as much as I do." Damien's smile was ice. "My father."
"You made a deal with him?"
"A temporary one."
"And when Helena's gone?"
Damien's expression darkened. "Then I deal with him next."
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That night, Ava sat by the bedroom window, staring into the downpour beyond the estate gates.
Damien came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
He buried his face in her neck, voice low.
"Are you scared?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Good," he murmured. "Only fools aren't."
She turned in his arms. "What happens if we win?"
His eyes softened. "Then we find out who we are without all the blood and secrets."
"And if we don't?"
He kissed her forehead. "Then I'll die knowing I finally had something worth protecting."
The thunder rolled outside, distant and foreboding.
But in that moment, Ava didn't care.
She had chosen her side.
And no matter what came next, she would not run.
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