The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Damien’s Truth

Aria pov

"I know." Vivian sank into the chair. "I know. That’s why I’m here. Because Marcus—he showed me his plans yesterday. And I realized" Her voice broke. "I realized I’d gone too far. That revenge wasn’t worth" She looked up. "He’s going to blow up the engagement party. Kill everyone there including me."

The room went silent. "What?" Damien’s voice was deadly quiet.

"The engagement party." Vivian wiped her eyes. "He knows you’re planning one. He has someone on the inside feeding him details. And he’s going to" She pulled out her phone, showing us photos. "He has explosives. Military-grade. He’s going to turn your celebration into a massacre."

I stared at the photos—devices, blueprints, timers. "Oh God." I grabbed Damien’s arm. "We have to cancel"

"We can’t." The detective was already on her phone. "This is our chance. We know what he’s planning. We can use it."

"Use it?" Vivian stared at her. "People will die!"

"Not if we’re prepared." She finished her call. "We have time to plan, to set our own trap. Marcus thinks he’s hunting you—but we’ll be hunting him."

"That’s insane" I started.

"That’s strategic." Damien’s voice was cold. "We go ahead with the party. But we control every element, every guest is vetted. Every entrance is monitored. And when Marcus makes his move"

"We end him." She finished.

I looked at Vivian, still crying in the chair. At Damien, his face set with determination. At the detective, already planning our counterattack.

"What about Sophia?" I asked. "She gave me his address, said she was warning us."

"Probably part of his plan." She pulled up building schematics. "Send you chasing shadows while he prepares the real attack."

"Or she’s telling the truth." I thought back to the coffee shop. "She seemed genuinely scared."

"Doesn’t matter." Damien moved beside me. "What matters is we now know what Marcus is planning and we’re going to stop him."

"And me?" Vivian’s voice was small. "What happens to me?"

"That depends." I looked at my sister. "Are you really done helping him? Or is this another manipulation?"

"I’m done." Her eyes met mine. "I swear, Aria. I’m done. I just" Her voice broke. "I just want to stop being the villain in your story."

"Then help us." Damien’s voice was hard. "Everything you know about Marcus. His plans, his resources and weaknesses."

"I’ll tell you everything." Vivian nodded desperately. "Just please—don’t let him kill anyone. Even me."

"Especially you." I moved to the window. "You’re going to testify. Against Marcus. Against everyone who helped him, you are going to fix this."

"I will." Vivian stood. "I promise. I’ll fix this."

I wanted to believe her. I wanted to think my sister had finally found her conscience. But trust was earned. And Vivian had burned through mine years ago.

"The detective will take your statement." Damien gestured to the door. "Every detail and conversation, every plan you know about."

After Vivian left with the detective m, I turned to Damien. "Do you think she’s telling the truth?"

"I think she’s scared." He pulled me close. "Whether that makes her truthful or just a better liar" He paused. "We’ll find out."

"And the engagement party?"

"We’re doing it." His arms tightened. "But on our terms with every possible precaution and Aria—" He pulled back to look at me. "When Marcus shows up, we end this once and for all."

"What if people get hurt?"

"They won’t." His voice was absolute. "Because we’re going to be smarter than him. He thinks he’s setting a trap for us—but we’re setting one for him."

"And if it doesn’t work?"

"It will work." He kissed my forehead. "It has to. Because I’m not losing you again and I’m sure as hell not losing Noah."

I leaned into him, drawing strength from his certainty. "Okay," I whispered. "We do this, I hope we end Marcus for real this time around."

"We end him." Damien echoed. "And then"

"Then we get married." I smiled slightly. "For real this time. Without explosives or psychotic brothers-in-law."

"Without explosives or psychotic brothers-in-law." His smile matched mine. "I like the sound of that."

Damien’s POV

I couldn’t sleep once again. Three AM found me in my office at the penthouse, nursing whiskey and staring at engagement party plans. Security protocols. Guest lists. Every detail meticulously planned to trap my brother.

My brother who wanted to murder my family. The irony wasn’t lost on me.

"You’re brooding again." Aria’s voice came from the doorway.

I looked up. She wore one of my shirts—soft gray cotton that fell to her thighs—and her hair was messy from sleep. She’d never looked more beautiful.

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