Page 91 of The Merciless Don's Bride

“Where’s Damien?” I burst out.

“Mrs. Luciano?” Lila says confused. “Is something wrong?”

“Where the hell is Damien?”

“He’s in his office,” she says gesturing towards the hallway to the side.

I immediately rush in the direction of the office, opening the door without a second thought. The sight that meets me has my eyes widening. Not only is Damien completely and perfectly fine. But he’s in a meeting, with two men I don’t recognize sitting across from him. Luca’s standing behind his chair. All their eyes swing in my direction.

I stand there, rooted to the spot in confusion. Damien immediately rises, his gaze assessing me.

“Mi vida,what’s wrong?” he asks.

I scan his entire body, double checking to make sure he’s fine and then I feel my cheeks heat. God, this is so embarrassing.

“You didn’t pick up your phone,” I murmur.

He looks to the side where his phone is resting on the table, “Sorry, sweetheart. This is a pretty important meeting.”

“Okay. I’ll let you get back to it.”

I turn around, wishing for the ground to swallow me up and needing to get away from their inquisitive gazes. I step away from the doorway, hearing footsteps approaching. Damien whirls me back around before I can get too far.

“Not so fast, Cassie. Why are you here? And have you been crying? What’s going on?”

I huff out an annoyed breath, “Your sister’s a con artist.”

“Sofia?” he asks amused.

“She called me earlier and said you were hurt. I was worried.”

“So you rushed over here because you thought I was hurt?” he questions, his expression smug.

“Of course,” I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest. “You’re my husband after all. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and kill your sister.”

I start to walk away, but he grips my wrist, keeping me in place.

“Not so fast, sweetheart. I haven’t seen you in days,” he states. “Does this mean you’re back for good?”

The hope in his voice is impossible to ignore. I slowly turn back to look at him and I can see it in his eyes. All the feelings I’d been trying to keep buried. It’s like looking into a mirror, filled with longing and desperation.

“I’m still mad at you,” I start feeling my chest ache. “But I missed you like crazy over the past few days so I guess I am back.”

I watch as he exhales a breath of relief before tugging me closer and into his arms.

“I missed you too, sweetheart,” he murmurs into my hair.

I let him hold me, inhaling his scent as relief floods through me. He’s okay, he’s safe. I don’t think I’ve ever been as scared as I was on the way here. It really made me realize the gravity of my feelings.

The truth is, I don’t just like Damien. I might be in love with him. And I was terrified I would never get the chance to say it. I should say it now, but something’s holding me back.

Maybe the thought that he doesn’t feel the same way. The truth is, I’m a coward. I just hope I’ll be brave enough to tell him eventually.

“Oh thank God,” someone interrupts, groaning softly

I step out of Damien’s arms, armed with a glare directed at Sofia.

“Not cool,cognata,” I state. “I was really scared he got hurt.”

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