Elena POV
I ran.
The moment the private jet landed back in the city, I grabbed the emergency bag I had stashed in my apartment and disappeared. No note. No goodbye. Just pure survival instinct after everything that happened in Aspen.
Every time Damien had f****d me, stretched my cunt with that thick c**k and filled me with his c*m, he had been claiming something he should never have touched. And the worst part? I still craved it. My body still ached for him even as my mind screamed at me to get as far away as possible.
I checked into a cheap motel on the outskirts under a fake name. My heart pounded every time a car door slammed outside. My contact had been blowing up my phone with demands to leak the affair, sabotage the wedding, and finish the job. But after what I had learned about
