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Damian had reached his private villa in Dubai, he walked into the room she was kep.
The woman looked pale but stronger than before. Machines hummed softly around her, and sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows.
He had hired doctors to treat her specially in his villa and now she was finally awake.
The woman's weak voice broke the silence.
"Please sir, I need to see my niece. She will be really worried."
Damian still kept a cold look. "You will. She's fine. But first the doctors have to make sure you are fully stable."
Maria gave a faint nod, but her eyes still searched his face for truth.
Just then, his phone rang. The caller ID flashed Viktor.
He walked out immediately, stepping out into the hallway.
"What the fuck do you want now?" his voice snapped through the receiver.
Viktor's voice came fast, urgent.
"I have bad news"
"Spill it" Damian said.
"Damian… it's Elena. Andrew took her."
Everything around Damian froze.
For a second, he couldn't breathe. His knees almost gave way, his grip on the phone tightening until his knuckles turned white.
"What did you just say?" he hissed, his voice low and trembling with rage.
"She was out shopping. We think they followed the car. The chauffeur's dead. Alex was there too."
Damian's jaw clenched hard. His blood roared in his ears.
"Prepare the jet. Now," he barked at one of his men standing nearby. "I'm leaving immediately.
The woman can leave later — just keep her safe."
"Yes, sir."
He ended the call, his heart pounding, fury burning through every nerve.
Andrew.
That bastard.
He muttered under his breath,
"If you lay a single fucking finger on her, Andrew, I swear I'll end you myself."
His heart raced in a way he hadn't felt in years not even during his darkest missions.
Fear. Real fear. Not for his empire. Not for his power. But for her. For Elena.
***
Elena was thrown roughly into a cold, dimly lit room.
Her wrists were hurt from the tight ropes, her hair messy, and her heart pounding so hard it almost drowned out her own thoughts.
"Let me go!" she shouted, twisting in the chair. "Where the hell am I?"
The door creaked open.
A tall man in a black suit stepped out of the shadows, cigarette glowing between his fingers
Andrew.
He walked slowly, his smirk dark and cold.
"Well, well," he said, blowing out smoke.
"Elena Cruz. Damian Volkov's new little weakness."
She glared at him. "Who are you and what do you want from me?"
Andrew chuckled, leaning closer.
"You're prettier than I expected. No wonder he's losing focus.
You see, sweetheart, I don't actually want you. I want Damian — and you, my dear, are the perfect key."
She jerked against the ropes. "You're insane."
He tilted his head, a twisted grin playing on his lips.
"Oh, I'm counting on him coming for you. That's exactly what I want."
Andrew reached out, brushing a strand of her hair from her face, but before he could speak again—
Thwack!
Elena's knee shot up, hard and fast, slamming into his balls between his thigh enough to make him groan in pain.
He stumbled back, grabbing his leg, his face darkening with fury. "You little—"
"Don't you ever touch me again," she spat, her voice trembling but fierce.
"You think you scare me? I've already survived worse."
Andrew straightened, his eyes cold and deadly.
"Tie her up again," he barked to his men, breathing hard.
"This time tighter. I want her to remember who's in charge."
As they grabbed her, Elena shot him a glare that burned hotter than fire.
"You can tie me, threaten me, do whatever you want.
But when Damian finds you…" she paused, her voice dripping with venom, "you'll wish I had kicked higher."
Andrew smirked through the pain, lighting another cigarette.
"Feisty. I see why he likes you."
He turned away, his men locking the door behind them.
Elena sat in the cold silence, heart pounding, whispering to herself.
"Oh God, now I'm captured by a man I know nothing about because of that moron" tears rolled down her cheek as she whispered.
***
Alex lay on a narrow hospital bed. He woke with a bandage wrapped tight.
He stared at the ceiling and then at the phone by his bedside. As he remembered everything that happened.
He heard a feminine voice and turned to look.
"You'll be fine," she told him. "The doctor says you'll recover"
Alex looked at her, confused and grateful.
"Who are you and why are you helping me?" he asked.
Her jaw set. She leaned closer and said plainly,
" I can help you win Elena" . She said immediately.
Alex blinked. "Why would you help?"
"Do you know those people that took Elena?" He asked her.
Her eyes were hard.
"I don't know. But I know for sure that Damian will save her" she said in a tone of jealousy.
"I know Damian. He will move heaven and earth for her. He will save her."
"So it wasn't Damian that took her. What do you even want from me?"
"I need us to work together, you get Elena and I get my Damian back"
"How are we going to do that?"
"I have a plan so you just follow my plan, that's all. But you need to get better fast".
She said and with that, Isabel left the room, her perfume still in the air.
Isabel called it a deal. She left the room with a file and a phone. She moved like a woman who had a list and would not stop until every line was crossed off.