Her Divorce, His Downfall (Sophia and Damian) novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111

Damian’s heart skipped a beat, a surge of undisguised panic coloring his tone. “What’s wrong with her?”

“She… it looks like she’s been taken!”

The abruptly ended call from earlier flashed in Damian’s mind.

His thoughts erupted into chaos as a wave of dreadful premonition washed over him.

After a quick, terse explanation to Olivia, he bolted from the room.

From her hospital bed, Olivia watched his frantic departure, a strange, chilling smile touching her lips.

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Damian’s Rolls–Royce tore through the city streets as if trying to take flight.

He ran multiple red lights, slashing the journey down to a mere twenty minutes.

By 2 AM, he arrived at the Platinum Palace security room.

Weston and Lucas were already waiting, faces grim.

Both had assumed Isabelle left with

Damian and Olivia.

That belief was shattered when Michael

called Lucas, asking what time Isabelle

would be home since it was past

midnight.

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taken her back.

Lucas tried her phone repeatedly, but it

rang out, unanswered.

The awful truth dawned on them—

Isabelle was missing.

A frantic review of security footage confirmed their fears: she had been led

away by a group of men.

After dispatching teams to search, they immediately contacted Damian.

By the time Damian burst into the monitoring room, his composure was

gone.

Anxiety held his body rigid, his eyes wide

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On the screen, he saw Isabelle being forcefully dragged out of the main

entrance by a tall, imposing man.

He was followed by several others moving

with purpose.

Damian’s eyes widened in shock.

Worry, tension, and regret wove together into a suffocating net, tightening around

his chest.

How could this happen?

His childhood bodyguard, Aaron, had died saving him.

Was he now failing to protect Aaron’s goddaughter as well?

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Aaron had died so young, never even marrying.

Damian vividly remembered the violent scene years ago when Aaron shielded him with his own body, taking a bullet meant

for him.

It was the desperate last act of a business rival Daniel had driven to ruin.

The man, facing bankruptcy, had arranged the kidnapping of ten–year–old Damian, even hiring professional hitmen.

As their vehicles gave chase, gunfire erupting around them, young Damian was paralyzed with terror.

Then Aaron moved, throwing himself over

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the boy he’d sworn to protect just as a bullet sped toward Damian’s back.

The shot tore through Aaron’s chest.

Blood sprayed, crimson staining Damian’s

vision.

He froze, tears welling but trapped in his throat, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

Aaron, struggling for breath, managed a weak, pained smile.

“Don’t cry… it hurts me to see you cry.”

Only then did Damian break, sobbing openly.

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“Aaron, please don’t die… stay with me! We’re almost at the hospital, please hold

on!”

His feelings for Aaron were profoundly complex–not father and son, yet something deeper.

This man had guarded him for ten years.

In Damian’s youth, Daniel’s ruthless expansion of the Hall Group had forged many enemies.

Too busy to personally protect his family, Daniel assigned them bodyguards.

Thus, Aaron stayed by Damian’s side for a decade.

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Once, Damian asked why someone skilled as Aaron didn’t work as a trainer or open a gym, instead of leaving his hometown to come all the way to New York City to work as a bodyguard.

Aaron’s answer was simple: the woman he loved had come to New York, so he

followed.

Now, this steadfast man lay dying in his

arms.

A devastating pain exploded in Damian’s heart, as if the sky itself were falling.

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“Aaron, stay awake. My father’s men have

secured the area. Just hold on a little

longer. We’re almost there.”

Aaron’s face was ashen, his breathing growing faint.

Summoning his last strength, a trembling hand reached into his blood–soaked shirt and pulled out a pendant.

“This…” Each word was a monumental

effort.

“This pendant… it’s one of a pair…”