Blood Oath and Shattered Hearts

Mia’s POV The gunshot echoed in my soul. “Damien!” I screamed, catching his collapsing body as blood poured from the wound in his chest. His weight slammed into me, driving us both to the cold floor of the panic room. Warm blood soaked through my thin robe and mixed with the c*m still leaking down my thighs. “No, no, no…” My hands pressed desperately against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Damien’s eyes fluttered, locking onto mine with fierce intensity even as life drained from him. “Mia…” His voice was a broken rasp. One bloody hand reached up, cupping my cheek. “Protect… our baby. Run.” “Shut up!” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face. “You’re not dying on me, you bastard! Not after everything!” My father stood in the doorway, gun still raised, face cold and calculating. The man who I had sacrificed my virginity, my freedom, and my body for looked at me without a shred of remorse. “Put the gun down, Dad!” I screamed. “This is insane!” He didn’t lower it. “He’s poisoned you, Mia. Just like he did Sophia. Step away from him. The baby is the only thing that matters now.” Damien coughed, blood flecking his lips. With surprising strength, he pushed me behind him and tried to stand, but his legs gave out. I caught him again, holding his heavy, muscular body against mine. “You’re a f*****g monster,” I spat at my father. “I sold myself to him to save you. And you were working with Harrington the whole time?” My father’s smile was chilling. “The Voss empire was always going to be mine. Damien was just the bridge. The fertility drugs ensured the heir would carry his bloodline. With him gone, I control everything through you and the child.” Rage exploded inside me. I lunged for the gun Damien had dropped earlier, but my father kicked it away. Two more men entered behind him, weapons drawn. Damien’s breathing was getting shallower. His hand gripped mine tightly. “Love… you,” he whispered, eyes starting to glaze. “Real… from the first night.” Those words broke something inside me. I pressed my forehead to his, our blood and tears mixing. “Don’t you dare die,” I whispered fiercely. “I hate you… but I love you too, you ruthless asshole.” A weak, bloody smile tugged at his lips. Suddenly, the emergency lights flickered. A loud alarm blared through the penthouse. Damien’s security team must have finally broken through. Gunfire erupted again in the hallway. My father cursed and turned to his men. “Take the girl! Leave Voss to bleed out!” Strong hands grabbed me. I fought like a wild animal, kicking and screaming as they tried to drag me away from Damien. “Get your f*****g hands off her!” Damien roared with sudden strength. He surged up, tackling the nearest man despite the bullet wound. Blood sprayed as he fought with pure feral rage. I broke free and grabbed the discarded gun. My hands shook, but I pointed it at my father. “Stop this!” I screamed. “Or I swear I’ll shoot!” My father laughed bitterly. “You don’t have it in you, sweetheart.” I pulled the trigger. The gunshot was deafening. The bullet grazed his arm. He staggered back in shock. “You little b***h—” Security flooded the room. Chaos erupted. Damien, bleeding heavily, managed to disarm one attacker and take his weapon. In the middle of the violence, he reached for me, pulling me against his bloody chest. “We need to get out of here,” he growled, voice strained. “Now.” He half-carried, half-dragged me toward the hidden exit in the panic room. Alarms blared. My father’s men were being taken down, but more were coming. We stumbled into a secret elevator that led to the underground garage. Damien slumped against the wall as the doors closed, blood pooling at his feet. “Damien, stay with me,” I begged, pressing my hands to his wound again. “Please.” He pulled me close, kissing me with bloody lips — desperate, raw, full of everything we hadn’t said. “I never drugged you,” he whispered between kisses. “The files were planted. Sophia… I loved her once. But you… you’re my obsession. My wife. My everything.” The elevator dinged. We emerged into the garage. Damien’s private car was waiting, keys still inside. He got behind the wheel despite his wound, driving like a madman through the city streets. “Where are we going?” I asked, voice trembling as I tried to stop the bleeding with my robe. “A safe house. Only I know about it.” He glanced at me, eyes burning with pain and love. “I’m sorry I dragged you into this hell, Mia. But I can’t let you go. Not now. Not ever.” We made it to an abandoned-looking warehouse on the outskirts. He parked inside and collapsed the moment we got out. I dragged him to a hidden room stocked with medical supplies. With shaking hands, I cleaned and bandaged the wound as best as I could. He was pale, but the bleeding slowed. As I worked, he caught my wrist. “The paternity test…” he said weakly. “It’s mine. I swear on my life.” I climbed onto the small bed beside him, still naked under the bloody robe. The adrenaline, fear, and overwhelming emotions crashed over me. I kissed him hard. He responded with surprising strength, pulling me on top of him. Even shot and bleeding, his c**k hardened against me. “Damien, you’re hurt—” I protested. “I need you,” he growled. “Need to feel you alive. Need to feel us.” I sank down onto his thick c**k with a broken moan. We moved together slowly at first — emotional, desperate, tears mixing with sweat. Then harder. Faster. He thrust up into me with everything he had left, hands gripping my hips possessively. “I love you,” I sobbed as another orgasm ripped through me. “Even if you’re a monster.” “I love you too,” he groaned, filling me once again with hot c*m. “You’re mine forever, Mia.” We collapsed together, exhausted. But peace never lasted. A phone rang in the room — Damien’s burner. He answered, putting it on speaker. Harrington’s voice came through, cold and triumphant. “Congratulations on surviving the first round, Voss. But you should know… the baby isn’t yours. The fertility drugs I had Mia’s father administer altered the DNA. Check the real test results I just sent.” A new email pinged. Damien opened it with trembling fingers. The results showed 0% match. “No…” I whispered, horror filling me. Damien’s face went deathly pale. His hand tightened on my belly. Harrington laughed. “See you soon, lovebirds. The real father is coming to collect what’s his.” The line went dead. Damien looked at me, eyes filled with devastating pain and murderous rage. “Mia… I swear to you—” The warehouse lights suddenly cut off. Footsteps echoed in the darkness. A familiar voice called out from the shadows. “Hello, daughter. It’s time to come home.” My father.