Elena’s POV
My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing.
I was in the living room with Noah, trying to keep things normal with crayons and paper, when the notifications exploded. At first I ignored them. Then Sophia walked in, face pale, holding her own phone like it was poisoned.
“Elena… you need to see this.”
I took the phone from her with a sinking feeling.
The headline screamed across every major gossip site and business blog:
“Damien Voss’s Mystery Woman: Gold-Digger Who Hid His Secret Love Child for Years”
Photos followed — blurry shots of me and Noah from the park weeks ago, zoomed in on his gray eyes. Anonymous “sources” claimed I’d trapped Damien with a pregnancy, disappeared to milk him for money later, and was now using the child as leverage to worm my way back into his empire. Isabella’s name wasn’t mentioned, but I could smell her venom in every poisoned word.
My hands started shaking. Noah looked up at me, innocent and confused. “Mommy? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, sweetheart,” I whispered, forcing a smile that felt like glass. “Just work stuff.”
But inside, I was spiraling. This wasn’t just about me. This was Noah’s face plastered everywhere. His safety. His future. Everything I’d fought to protect was now public ammunition.
The elevator dinged. Damien stepped out, jaw tight, eyes already storming. He’d clearly seen it too.
“Isabella,” he said before I could speak, voice low and lethal. “She’s behind this. She leaked it through one of her contacts this morning.”
Rage and humiliation burned through me. “Of course she did. While you were busy playing protector, your precious business partner is trying to destroy us. This is exactly what I warned you about. She wants me gone. She wants you back.”
Damien crossed the room in three strides and pulled me up from the floor, his grip firm on my arms. “Look at me.”
I did, tears of fury stinging my eyes. “They’re calling me a gold-digger, Damien. They have pictures of Noah. My son — our son — is trending like some dirty little secret. How am I supposed to protect him from this?”
His expression darkened into something truly terrifying. The mask of the polished billionaire shattered completely, revealing the ruthless king beneath.
“Sophia,” he said without looking away from me. “Take Noah to his room.”
Once they were gone, Damien cupped my face, thumbs brushing away the tears I couldn’t hold back. “I will fix this. But first, I’m going to make sure Isabella never tries this again.”
—
He made the call right there in front of me.
Speaker on.
Isabella answered on the second ring, her voice smug and silky. “Damien, darling. I see the news is out. Tragic, isn’t it? Poor Elena caught in the spotlight like that.”
“You have ten seconds to k!ll the story and retract everything,” Damien said, voice deceptively calm. Deadly.
She laughed. “Or what? She’s using you. Hiding your child for years while playing victim. I’m just exposing the truth so you can see her for what she really is.”
Damien’s hand tightened on the phone until his knuckles turned white. “Listen to me very carefully, Isabella. If that story isn’t dead in the next hour, I will destroy you. Not just your career — your entire existence. Every offshore account you think I don’t know about. Every dirty deal you made behind my back. I will bury you so deep that by the time I’m done, you’ll be lucky to get a job washing dishes.”
The line went silent for a beat.
“You wouldn’t,” she whispered, confidence cracking.
“Try me.” His voice dropped to pure ice. “Elena and that boy are off-limits. Touch them again — with words, with photos, with anything — and I won’t just fire you. I’ll make sure you spend the rest of your miserable life looking over your shoulder. You know what I’m capable of.”
He ended the call without waiting for a reply.
The silence that followed was heavy. Damien turned to me, the darkness still swirling in his eyes, but something softer flickered when he looked at me.
“I won’t let her hurt you,” he said quietly. “Or Noah.”
I wanted to believe him. Part of me did. But the scandal was already out there, spreading like poison.
“You used to protect her the same way,” I said, voice breaking. “What makes me different?”
He pulled me against his chest, arms locking around me like steel bands. His heartbeat was steady. Strong. Terrifyingly possessive.
“Because she was never mine,” he murmured into my hair. “You are. You always have been. Even when you ran. Even when you hid him from me.”
I closed my eyes, letting him hold me while the world outside burned with lies about us. His protection was brutal. Dark. Absolute.
And in this moment, wrapped in his arms while he threatened to destroy his own ally for me, I felt both safer and more trapped than ever.
The cracks in my armor were widening.
And I was terrified of what would spill out if they broke completely.
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To be continued….