The Blackmail contract Bride - Chapter 24: Chapter 24
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Lena POV:
Domino walked in three minutes later with a worried expression on his face, his brows were knitted in worry and I was at loss on why.
I was getting tired of everything happening right now and I don't know what to do.
“I don't want you to say anything unless I ask you the questions I have now. I would believe you and I will not argue with you if that counts as anything,”
He looked from the food he was preparing, I was trying so hard not to snap at him.
" Go on. I don't know what Claire told you but it's not true and you need stop overthinking about everything and you would be able to understand things more.
“Are you trying to shift the consequences of your actions towards me? I wasn't the one who tried to kill an innocent woman who knew nothing about you until she met you in that bar.
Infact I don't want to see you anymore! Leave me." I thought, but I didn't say anything as he came closer trying to read my passive and well concealed feelings from my eyes.
“What? What aren't you saying anything? Are you fine?" He asked, touching my arms and goosebumps spread all over it.
I closed my eyes for some minutes trying to understand what he was trying to do. Or say. Probably lies as always.
“Can you leave now? I will call you when I'm feeling much better, as for now. My head is pounding and I can't seem to think properly.
I'm having a hard time keeping my head up.” I said, laying down as I faced the wall to my thoughts.
He was still there! Standing and I wished I had the strength to push him away.
He was still there. Standing and staring at me like I was some kind of puzzle he couldn’t solve. Like I wasn’t breaking in front of him—shattering, piece by piece.
I wished I had the strength to push him away.
But fuck… he was stronger than I am.
Not just physically, but emotionally too. He knew how to twist his silence into guilt, how to use his presence like a leash around my throat.
He moved a step closer. My breath caught. His scent hit me—leather, smoke, and something darker. Something that used to make my knees weak.
Now it just made me sick.
“I don’t know what Claire told you,” he said finally, voice rough, “but it’s not true. She’s been trying to come between us from the start. You know that.”
I didn’t respond. I kept my face to the wall.
He exhaled hard. “Lena. Look at me.”
I didn’t move.
“I said look at me.”
His voice dropped lower—dangerously soft, the way it always got when he was close to snapping. It made a shiver crawl up my spine, made my skin tighten with the ghost of things we used to do when he sounded like that.
“I’m not playing your game today,” I said quietly. “Not anymore.”
“What game?” His footsteps were slow now. “The one where you accuse me of things that aren't real? The one where you believe someone else over me?”
I sat up then, turning to face him. My hands were shaking, my throat dry, but the fire in my chest drowned out the fear.
“Are you trying to make this about me? Again?” I asked coldly. “I wasn’t the one who lied. I wasn’t the one who tried to destroy someone’s life to cover my own. I wasn’t the one playing two faces in the same room.”
His jaw tensed.
“I trusted you, Domino,” I whispered. “God, I let you into every part of me. And you—you were the danger. The whole time.”
“I never meant to hurt you—”
“But you did!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “You are! You’re still here, trying to gaslight me into thinking I’m the one who’s overreacting, when all I’ve ever done is try to love you.”
Silence fell. Heavy. Oppressive.
His eyes darkened. “What did Claire say exactly?”
I narrowed mine. “She said you wanted my life.”
He blinked. His mouth opened, then shut.
“Yeah,” I said, nodding, voice bitter. “That’s what stopped me cold. Not the lies. Not the cheating. Not the twisted secrets. But that you wanted me dead. From the very beginning.”
“That’s not true.” His voice was low and tense. “She twisted things. You don’t know—”
“Then explain it!” I snapped. “Right here. Right now. Look me in the eye and tell me she’s lying.”
He stepped closer. Too close. His hand brushed mine. Sparks danced over my skin, traitorous and electric.
I hated that I still reacted.
That my body remembered him.
That I remembered the weight of his mouth on mine, the feel of his fingertips pressing promises into my skin—promises he had no intention of keeping.
“You don’t understand, Lena,” he murmured, voice strained. “The world I come from... the things I was trying to protect you from…”
“You are what I needed protection from.”
He flinched, just slightly. But I caught it.
I backed away, wrapping my arms around myself. “Don’t touch me. Don’t try to fix this with soft words and half-truths. Not this time.”
“You’re not thinking straight,” he muttered. “You’re exhausted. You’re spiraling. Let me explain and I’ll—”
“No.” I shook my head. “I want you to leave.”
He didn’t move. His chest rose and fell, tense and tight.
I could feel him staring—burning holes into my body like he always did. His gaze lingered on my bare legs, the nightshirt clinging to my hips. I felt his hunger like a brand, like a scar I couldn’t scrub away.
And maybe that’s what broke me.
“You think I don’t see it?” I whispered. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing when you come in here acting worried and then letting your eyes slide over me like you still have the right?”
His throat bobbed. He looked away for a second—guilty. Or maybe calculating.
“I still care about you,” he said softly. “Even now. Even after everything.”
“No, you don’t. You care about control.”
He took a step closer again, and I couldn’t stop the way my pulse jumped. The way my body leaned into him like muscle memory hadn’t gotten the memo yet.
His fingers brushed my cheek. I slapped them away.
“I said leave.”
“Lena—”
“Get out!” I screamed.
It echoed. The walls caught it. So did the silence that followed.
He stared at me like he couldn’t believe it. Like I hadn’t broken a thousand times before this and let him put the pieces back wrong every damn time.
My voice trembled now, but I forced it out anyway.
“Please, Domino. Leave before I say something I can’t take back.”
And still… he stood there.
Watching.
Lingering like a poison I couldn't spit out.
Domino walked in three minutes later with a worried expression on his face, his brows were knitted in worry and I was at loss on why.
I was getting tired of everything happening right now and I don't know what to do.
“I don't want you to say anything unless I ask you the questions I have now. I would believe you and I will not argue with you if that counts as anything,”
He looked from the food he was preparing, I was trying so hard not to snap at him.
" Go on. I don't know what Claire told you but it's not true and you need stop overthinking about everything and you would be able to understand things more.
“Are you trying to shift the consequences of your actions towards me? I wasn't the one who tried to kill an innocent woman who knew nothing about you until she met you in that bar.
Infact I don't want to see you anymore! Leave me." I thought, but I didn't say anything as he came closer trying to read my passive and well concealed feelings from my eyes.
“What? What aren't you saying anything? Are you fine?" He asked, touching my arms and goosebumps spread all over it.
I closed my eyes for some minutes trying to understand what he was trying to do. Or say. Probably lies as always.
“Can you leave now? I will call you when I'm feeling much better, as for now. My head is pounding and I can't seem to think properly.
I'm having a hard time keeping my head up.” I said, laying down as I faced the wall to my thoughts.
He was still there! Standing and I wished I had the strength to push him away.
He was still there. Standing and staring at me like I was some kind of puzzle he couldn’t solve. Like I wasn’t breaking in front of him—shattering, piece by piece.
I wished I had the strength to push him away.
But fuck… he was stronger than I am.
Not just physically, but emotionally too. He knew how to twist his silence into guilt, how to use his presence like a leash around my throat.
He moved a step closer. My breath caught. His scent hit me—leather, smoke, and something darker. Something that used to make my knees weak.
Now it just made me sick.
“I don’t know what Claire told you,” he said finally, voice rough, “but it’s not true. She’s been trying to come between us from the start. You know that.”
I didn’t respond. I kept my face to the wall.
He exhaled hard. “Lena. Look at me.”
I didn’t move.
“I said look at me.”
His voice dropped lower—dangerously soft, the way it always got when he was close to snapping. It made a shiver crawl up my spine, made my skin tighten with the ghost of things we used to do when he sounded like that.
“I’m not playing your game today,” I said quietly. “Not anymore.”
“What game?” His footsteps were slow now. “The one where you accuse me of things that aren't real? The one where you believe someone else over me?”
I sat up then, turning to face him. My hands were shaking, my throat dry, but the fire in my chest drowned out the fear.
“Are you trying to make this about me? Again?” I asked coldly. “I wasn’t the one who lied. I wasn’t the one who tried to destroy someone’s life to cover my own. I wasn’t the one playing two faces in the same room.”
His jaw tensed.
“I trusted you, Domino,” I whispered. “God, I let you into every part of me. And you—you were the danger. The whole time.”
“I never meant to hurt you—”
“But you did!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “You are! You’re still here, trying to gaslight me into thinking I’m the one who’s overreacting, when all I’ve ever done is try to love you.”
Silence fell. Heavy. Oppressive.
His eyes darkened. “What did Claire say exactly?”
I narrowed mine. “She said you wanted my life.”
He blinked. His mouth opened, then shut.
“Yeah,” I said, nodding, voice bitter. “That’s what stopped me cold. Not the lies. Not the cheating. Not the twisted secrets. But that you wanted me dead. From the very beginning.”
“That’s not true.” His voice was low and tense. “She twisted things. You don’t know—”
“Then explain it!” I snapped. “Right here. Right now. Look me in the eye and tell me she’s lying.”
He stepped closer. Too close. His hand brushed mine. Sparks danced over my skin, traitorous and electric.
I hated that I still reacted.
That my body remembered him.
That I remembered the weight of his mouth on mine, the feel of his fingertips pressing promises into my skin—promises he had no intention of keeping.
“You don’t understand, Lena,” he murmured, voice strained. “The world I come from... the things I was trying to protect you from…”
“You are what I needed protection from.”
He flinched, just slightly. But I caught it.
I backed away, wrapping my arms around myself. “Don’t touch me. Don’t try to fix this with soft words and half-truths. Not this time.”
“You’re not thinking straight,” he muttered. “You’re exhausted. You’re spiraling. Let me explain and I’ll—”
“No.” I shook my head. “I want you to leave.”
He didn’t move. His chest rose and fell, tense and tight.
I could feel him staring—burning holes into my body like he always did. His gaze lingered on my bare legs, the nightshirt clinging to my hips. I felt his hunger like a brand, like a scar I couldn’t scrub away.
And maybe that’s what broke me.
“You think I don’t see it?” I whispered. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing when you come in here acting worried and then letting your eyes slide over me like you still have the right?”
His throat bobbed. He looked away for a second—guilty. Or maybe calculating.
“I still care about you,” he said softly. “Even now. Even after everything.”
“No, you don’t. You care about control.”
He took a step closer again, and I couldn’t stop the way my pulse jumped. The way my body leaned into him like muscle memory hadn’t gotten the memo yet.
His fingers brushed my cheek. I slapped them away.
“I said leave.”
“Lena—”
“Get out!” I screamed.
It echoed. The walls caught it. So did the silence that followed.
He stared at me like he couldn’t believe it. Like I hadn’t broken a thousand times before this and let him put the pieces back wrong every damn time.
My voice trembled now, but I forced it out anyway.
“Please, Domino. Leave before I say something I can’t take back.”
And still… he stood there.
Watching.
Lingering like a poison I couldn't spit out.
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