Doomsday Revenge: Payback Time (Josie) novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65

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Yes. I always have.” A raw, unspeakable pain laced Damon’s voice.“So, come back to me. Let you be the one to pluck the hate from my heart, piece by agonizing piece. Hating someone is too painful. I can’t live like this anymore.”

Aubrey’s eyes welled up instantly.

Damon’s pain tore at her heart.

To hate a woman for five years, without ever letting go, without finding peace–what an agonizing torment that must be.

But she truly couldn’t be with him.

She didn’t even dare tell him that her love for him had never faded.

She was suffering too, and utterly helpless.

She was already working relentlessly to clear her father’s name, and in saving him, she hoped to restore her own integrity, to grasp just a sliver of hope hat she might one day be worthy of Damon.

Damon, I can’t be with you.” Aubrey’s voice grew unsteady, thick with a barely suppressed sob.

Don’t you like money?” Damon’s voice was low, each word bitten off, forceful and desperate.“I have a sprawling estate in New Haven City, worth over a hundred million dollars. If you don’t like a historic property, if it’s luxury cars and mansions you prefer, I’ll take you to pick them out right now.”

Every single word Damon uttered pierced her heart like a needle.

It was her fault that a man as warm and morally upright as Damon had been reduced to such a crass display, forced to use money to beg a woman who had betrayed him to stay.

Tears welled uncontrollably, spilling over her lids, a searing ache in her chest making her feel fragile and exposed.

The more Damon persisted, the more her heart ached.

A woman like her truly wasn’t worth his hatred, not for five long years, and certainly not his refusal to let go even now.

What kind of twisted emotion was this, to hate her so fiercely, yet still crave reconciliation?

She pushed down the ache in her chest, her voice unnervingly calm as she refused. “It’s not about money. We’ve already broken up. We’re not getting back together.”

He was Damon–brilliant, upright, and incredibly accomplished, a top–tier professional and the scion of an esteemed, powerful family. To marry him vas seen as the ultimate stroke of luck, a blessing earned over lifetimes.

Aubrey was utterly unworthy of him.

Damon’s voice, already low, turned hoarse, edged with ice.“If it’s not about money, then what is it?”

She hardened her heart.“You don’t need a reason not to love someone. Please, let me go.”

Damon fell silent, but he held on.

With a surge of desperate courage, she lowered her head and sank her teeth hard into his arm.

‘Mnh.‘ Damon stifled a groan of pain, his brow furrowed.

She bit down so hard she knew it must be hurting him terribly, yet Damon didn’t flinch.

Jnable to bear inflicting more pain, she released him, her gaze falling on the vivid red teeth marks blooming on Damon’s arm. The sight was jarring.

Her own heart felt as though a chunk had been bitten out of it, and fresh waves of pain surged through her.

The room plunged into a desolate, ice–cold silence, heavy and oppressive, like falling into a pitch–black abyss. Only the ragged sound of their breaths

choed, a desperate, hopeless rhythm.

The blanket slipped from Damon’s fingers, puddling on the floor. His arm, which had held her so tightly, slowly unfurled

He took a single step back.

The warmth drained from Aubrey’s skin, and her heart plummeted with it, utterly lost. She didn’t know what force kept her standing, only that she was desperately holding on.

Damon’s bloodshot eyes, burning with raw, agonizing disappointment, fixed on her cold, unyielding back. His voice, when it came, was a flat, discant

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monotone. “My apologies for interrupting.”

With that, he moved past her, his strides long and decisive, leaving her room with an unwavering finality.

The door clicked shut.

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