Bonus chapter :The Mistress

Bonus Scene: Damian & Elena – “The Mistress”

The penthouse apartment in downtown Bellmare reeked of wealth and lust. Marble floors, silk sheets, and expensive wine—all the things Elena Ferraro had grown used to in the six years she’d shared Damian Moretti’s bed.

But tonight, something was off.

Damian stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, sleeves rolled up, cigarette burning between his fingers, untouched scotch in the crystal glass beside him. His jaw was tight. His silence even tighter.

Elena leaned against the kitchen counter in nothing but one of his shirts, her legs bare, hair tousled from the last round of sex that had left her breathless—but not satisfied.

With him, she was never satisfied.

Only addicted.

“Are you going to keep brooding or come back to bed?” she purred, running a hand through her hair.

He didn’t answer. His eyes were locked on the skyline, but his mind was elsewhere.

Her smirk faded. “Let me guess. Wife trouble?”

That got his attention.

Damian turned slowly, eyes narrowing, the cold edge of steel in his stare.

“Elena,” he said, voice quiet but sharp, “don’t mistake the space I give you for freedom.”

She shivered. Not out of fear—out of pleasure. That tone. That danger. It was what drew her to him in the first place.

Still, she pushed. “I just don’t see why you keep her around. It’s been six years. She’s never warmed to you. You clearly don’t care for her—”

“I own her, she's mine ,” he interrupted, voice low, lethal. “That’s all I need.”

Elena stepped closer, dragging her fingers along his chest. “You don’t touch her. You barely speak to her. What kind of wife is that?”

“The kind who knows her place.”

A beat of silence passed. Then, unexpectedly, a flicker of something crossed Damian’s face.

Not guilt. Not affection.

Something colder.

Something like… distraction.

Elena paused. “She’s getting to you, isn’t she?”

Damian’s jaw tightened. “She delivered the divorce papers this week.”

That made Elena laugh—sharp and disbelieving. “She grew a spine after all these years.”

He didn’t laugh. He just stared down into his glass, as if the scotch could answer the question he wouldn’t say out loud.

“She won’t leave,” he muttered. “She doesn’t get to.”

Elena raised a brow. “Why not? You’ve barely looked at her in years.”

“I don’t lose what’s mine. She is mine and always will, since the day she married me.”

Elena stepped back, her amusement fading. There it was again—that cruel, possessive, obsessive glint in his eyes. The one that scared her a little more than she liked to admit. She knew is wasn’t going to end well.

Even when he didn’t want someone, Damian Moretti didn’t let go. He is stubborn. He likes things going his way. Even a small change causes him to lose his temper

End of Bonus Scene

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