Chapter 33
Chapter 33
DAMIEN
The drive to Rosalie’s family home was a blur. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My jaw ached from clenching it, but I didn’t care. The thought of someone laying a hand on her–on my my blood. I couldn’t get the image of her red cheek out of my mind,
Her father. That spineless bastard.
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When I pulled up to their house, I didn’t bother knocking. I shoved the front door open and stepped inside, my presence immediately drawing attention.
“Damien,” her mother greeted, stepping out of the kitchen with a surprised smile. “We weren’t expecting you. What a pleasant-”
“Where is he?” I cut her off, my voice sharp and unyielding
She froze, her smile faltering. “Who?”
“Your husband,” I said, my tone low and deadly. “Where is he?”
At that moment, her father emerged from the living room, holding a newspaper in his hand. His eyes widened slightly when he saw me, but he quickly masked his surprise with a stiff smile.
“Damien,” he said, his voice firm. “What brings you here so unexpectedly?”
I took a step toward him, my fists clenched at my sides. “Did you hit Rosalie?
His face contorted with confusion–or at least an attempt at it. “What? Of course not! Why would you even ask such a thing?”
“Don’t lie to me,” I growled, my voice rising. “She told me what happened. Don’t stand there and deny it.”
Her mother moved closer, her hands raised as if to calm me. “Damien, please, let’s not jump to conclusions. There must be a misunderstanding.”
“A misunderstanding?” I snapped, turning to her. “She has a mark on her face because of him. Does that sound like a misunderstanding to you?”
Her father’s expression darkened. “Now, hold on. I don’t appreciate you coming into my home and throwing around accusations. Whatever happened between Rosalie and me is not that big of a deal.”
I stepped closer to him, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “She’s my wife. Everything that happens to her is that big of a deal to me.”
“Damien, please,” her mother tried again, her voice trembling slightly. “Let’s all sit down and talk this through. I’ll make
Some tea-
“I don’t want teal” I shouted, my patience snapping. “I want the truth!”
The sound of footsteps on the stairs drew our attention, and Charlotte, appeared, her brows furrowed. “What’s going on?” she asked, her tone laced with annoyance. “Why is he yelling?”
“Did you lay your filthy fingers on my wife!?” I barked.
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Her mother turned to her, clearly distressed. “It’s nothing, Charlotte. Go back upstairs?
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But Charlotte ignored her, folding her arms as she looked me over “o, this is about Rosalie, isn’t it? What did she tell you this time? What lie Damien? Did she run crying to you because Daddy scolded her? How pathetic?
I turned to her, my eyes narrowing “May out of this”
But Charlotte smirked, her jealousy and spite evident. “Of course it’s about her. She’s always playing the victim. Did she tell you what she did? Did she tell you how disrespectful she was to our father?”
“Charlotte, stop,” her mother said weakly, but Charlotte wasn’t done.
“Whatever he did, she deserved it,” Charlotte continued, her voice dripping with venom. “Maybe if she wasn’t such a selfish, stupid girl, she wouldn’t need ‘correcting”
The words hit me like gasoline on an already raging fire. I turned to her, my voice ice cold. “Say another word, and I’ll make you regret it
Charlotte’s smirk faltered, but she quickly recovered, rolling her eyes.
1 focused back on her father. “I’ll ask you one more time. Did. You. Hit. Her?”
“I already told you, I didn’t-
I didn’t let him finish. Rage consumed me, and before I could stop myself, iny hand shot out, grabbing him by the neck.
“Damien, no!” her mother screamed, rushing forward, but I didn’t let go.
“Listen to me,” Thissed, tightening my grip as he struggled against me, his face turning red. “If you ever lay a finger on her again, I swear I’ll make you regret the day our paths crossed. I’ll cut off that fucking finger and shove it down your throat till you choke on it”
“Damien, stop!” Charlotte shouted, her voler panicked now.
Her mother was crying, pleading with ine to let him go, but I didn’t care. All I could see was Rosalie’s face, the pain in her eyes as she tried to hide the mark he left on her.
“You think you can hurt her and get away with it?” I growled, my voice low and menacing. “You think I’ll let you? She’s mine. Do you understand? Mine”
Her father clawed at my hand, gasping for air, but I didn’t loosen my grip. “This is your one and only warning,” I said, my voice like steel. “Touch her again, and I’ll destroy you.”
“Damien, please!” her mother sobbed, tugging at my arm.
Finally, I released him, and he stumbled back, coughing and gasping for breath.
The room was silent except for her mother’s quiet sols and her father’s labored breathing. Charlotte stood frozen, her face pale, her usual arrogance gone
1 straightened, adjusting my cuffs as I glared at her father. “This conversation is over.”
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Without another word, I turned and walked out, slamming the door behind me. My blood was still boiling, but a small part of me felt satisfied. He wouldn’t dare touch her again–not alter this.
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Chapter 33
CHARLOTTE
The door to my room shut with a loud thud, and I leaned against it, seething My chest bewed with angesag control. How could he? How could Damien care so much about Rosalie? That spoiled here he did down
-she didn’t deserve him.
I paced the room, my fists clenching and unclenching at my sides. No matter what I did, no matter how much tred Damien only had eyes for her. It made my skin crawl with jealousy. What did she have that I devet was the one whe always tried to make him notice me. But none of it mattered to Damien
All he cared about was her.
Right from high school. He only loved her!
I sat on the edge of my bed, my mind racing. I thought back to earlier, to the chans that undrided when mens stormed in like a force of nature. The way he grabbed Father, the fire in his eyes–it wasn’t just anger. It was worthing the worthing protective.
That was when the idea struck me.
I reached for my phone, my fingers trembling slightly as I scrolled through my contacts. I stopped at Rosales ta
staring
at it for a moment. I didn’t want to think about whether this was the right thing to do or not. All I knew was that I needed to break whatever hold she had on him.
With a deep breath, I pressed the call button.
“Hello!” Rosalie’s voice came through the line, soft and uncertain.
I sniffled, letting my voice crack as I spoke. “Rosalie, it’s me. Can we talk?”
“What’s wrong. Charlotte?” she asked, her tone cautious,
I took a shaky breath, letting my voice waver just enough. “Something happened earlier with Damien and Father
There was a pause on the other end, and then she said, “What do you mean? What happened?”
I bit my lip. fighting back a smirk as I continued. “I didn’t want to tell you, but Damien came over and.” I hesitated, letting the silence stretch for effect. “He hit Father.”
“What?” Her voice was sharp, laced with disbelief.
“I saw it with my own eyes, Rosalie,” I said, my tone heavy with fake emotion. “Damien was so angry. He grabbed Fathe and choked and hit him. Then he threatened him I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
“Damien did all that?” she said, her voice shaky.
“Well, it happened right before my eyes,” I snapped, then softened my tone, adding, “I think I think he was upset because of you. What did you tell him?”
There was another pause, and I could almost hear her mind racing “I Iwell we had a talk. I–I didn’t think he’d react that way” she stammered.
“It’s Damien Hale you are married to Ofcourse he’d react that way.” I pressed, my voice low and conspiratorial “The way he acted it was like he was defending you. Like he thought Father had hurt you or something I know father reprimanded you because mum told me. But that’s normal between a father and his children. He has all the right to reprimand you and you were disrespectful, you know that.”
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“Father was unconcerned about my feelings,” she said, but there was doubt in her voice now,
I let out a shaky breath, wiping at imaginary tears. “The truth is, I didn’t want to call you and tell you this, but I thought you deserved to know. I mean, if Damien is acting like this now, who knows what he’s capable of? He is a beast you know. I’m beginning to see that this marriage alliance was a bad idea. I genuinely think you should get a divorce. A man who can hit your own father can do worse to you.”
“That’s enough, Charlotte,” Rosalie said, her voice firmer now. “I’ll talk to him myself.”
“Fine,” I said, letting a little hurt creep into my tone. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you, Rosalie. I’m just looking out for you.”
I ended the call before she could respond, a satisfied smirk spreading across my face.
If this didn’t cause a rift between them, I didn’t know what would.
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