The Wife He Never Meant to Love (Lila and Damon) novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15

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Lila excused herself from the bar, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor as she made her way toward the restroom. She needed a moment alone-just a brief escape from the energy of the room, the glances, the lingering questions.

Inside the comfort room, she leaned against the sink, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She was still wearing the red dress-the one that had once made her feel empowered, untouchable. Tonight, it felt like a shield.

After a few deep breaths, she straightened and walked back into the bar, her mind still racing. As she made her way toward the door, the manager, who had been quietly watching the crowd, stepped into her path.

“Excuse me, Mrs. Blackthorne,” he said, his voice polite but insistent. “Someone asked for you. They’d like to speak with you.”

Lila’s brow arched slightly, a flicker of annoyance passing through her. “Who?” she asked, her tone neutral.

The manager didn’t immediately respond, just gave her a small, apologetic smile. “It’s someone who’s waiting for you.”

Lila shook her head, a tight smile pulling at the corner of her lips. “I’m fine. I don’t want to be disturbed.”

She brushed past him, her steps light, but as she moved down the hallway, she saw the door to a private room slightly ajar. Her pace slowed.

Lila stood frozen in the doorway, watching Damon on the couch with the woman beside him, serving him drinks. The moment he caught sight of her, his expression darkened, and he stood slowly, his eyes never leaving hers.

“What are you doing here?” Damon demanded, his voice low and tight.

Lila didn’t flinch. She met his gaze with an ice-cold stare, refusing to give him the satisfaction of showing weakness. She took a deliberate step forward, unbothered by his presence in the private room.

“Having fun,” she replied, her tone sharp and challenging. “What, am I not allowed to have fun too?”

Damon’s jaw clenched as he closed the distance between them, his fingers curling slightly as if he wanted to grab her. But Lila held her ground, her posture still strong despite the anger simmering between them.

“You’re here to make a scene,” Damon said, his voice low with frustration.

Lila smirked, a cold edge to her expression. “You’re one to talk, Damon,” she shot back. “What are you doing? Sitting here, drinking with some random woman while your wife is-what? Supposed to sit at home and wait for your attention?”

The woman beside him shifted uncomfortably, but Damon didn’t even glance at her. His full focus was on Lila now, and the intensity between them was palpable.

Damon stood up with a swift, forceful movement, his jaw tight with barely contained frustration. He looked over at James and the woman still sitting by the couch, then said, his voice cold and commanding, “Leave.

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The woman hesitated for a brief second, looking between Damon and Lila, but James was already moving toward the door. As he stepped past Lila, he paused and glanced back, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

“I thought you weren’t interested,” James said with a raised brow, before turning and walking out, the door clicking shut behind him.

Lila felt Damon’s grip tighten on her arm as he dragged her farther into the room. Her pulse quickened, but she held her ground, refusing to be intimidated. Before she could pull away, his hold on her tightened again, and in one swift motion, he yanked her closer.

She stumbled, unprepared for the force, and found herself falling directly into Damon’s lap, her knees hitting the couch cushion. She quickly tried to push herself up, but his hands were already on her waist, holding her in place. His grip was firm, possessive.

“Having fun yet?” Damon’s voice was low, thick with frustration and something darker. He smirked as he wrapped one hand around her waist and moved the other carefully over her legs, fingers brushing the fabric of her dress, the movement almost deceptively gentle.

Lila’s heart pounded in her chest, and she had to fight the instinct to push him off. Instead, she leaned back, meeting his gaze with defiance. She couldn’t let him see how rattled she was.

“Let go of me, Damon,” she said, her voice steady, though the words felt harder to get out. She could feel the tension in the room, thick and suffocating, as Damon’s fingers trailed lightly over her skin.

Damon’s expression didn’t change. His eyes flickered between anger and something else—something more dangerous.

“You think you can walk into my life and do whatever you want?” he asked, his voice almost a growl. “You think you can have fun and I won’t notice? You don’t get to do that.”

Lila’s breath hitched, but she forced herself to remain calm. “I’m not your property, Damon,” she said, her voice biting with resentment. “I’m not anyone’s.”

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice low and possessive. “You’re bound to me. The contract isn’t over yet.”

Lila’s breath hitched, the words sinking in like a cold blade. She stared at him, her eyes wide with a mix of anger and disbelief. “I’m not your property, Damon,” she spat, trying to stand up, but his hold on her tightened, pulling her back into his lap.

“You are,” Damon growled, his voice dripping with finality. “You think just because you walk into a bar and get attention, you’re free? No, Lila. You belong to me. That contract we signed… it’s not over. And as long as it’s in place, you don’t get to do anything without my say.”

Lila froze, the weight of his words pressing down on her like a heavy stone. For a moment, it felt as though the room was closing in on her, but she refused to let him see her falter.

“No,” she said, her voice trembling only slightly. “I don’t belong to you, Damon. Not anymore.”

Damon’s eyes flashed with anger, his lips curling into a thin, cruel smile. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. “You do,” he said softly, his voice tinged with something darker. “And you’ll remember that.

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Whether you want to or not.”

Lila’s heart raced, but she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. She stared back at him. her chin lifted in defiance, even as his hand lingered dangerously close to her skin.

Damon’s grip tightened around her waist as he pulled her even closer, his body hard against hers. His eyes darkened, burning with something primal.

“I thought you wanted to have fun, Lila,” Damon said, his voice low and thick with an almost dangerous calm. “I’ll give you the fun you wanted.”

Lila’s heart hammered in her chest, and a cold shiver ran down her spine as she realized the full weight of his words. His hands locked around her, as if there was no escaping him. He wasn’t just holding her physically- he was trying to cage her, to control every movement, every thought.

Her breath caught in her throat, but she refused to let him see her panic. She shoved against his chest with all the strength she could muster, but Damon didn’t budge. Instead, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear as his breath ghosted over her skin.

“You think you can walk in here, flirt with strangers, make a scene, and not face the consequences?” Damon’s voice was sharp now, cutting through the tension that surrounded them.

Lila’s body was pressed tightly to his, the heat between them impossible to ignore. She felt trapped, and yet she didn’t want him to see how much it affected her. She refused to show vulnerability, not to him.

“I didn’t come here for you,” she spat, still pushing against him, her fingers digging into his chest in an attempt to break free. “And I’m not staying for your twisted version of ‘fun.””

Damon’s lips curled into a smirk, his expression dark with something far more dangerous than anything she had expected.

“You will,” he said, his voice low and smooth, as his grip on her waist tightened even further. “You don’t have a choice, Lila. You are bound to me. And whether you like it or not, you’re going to face the consequences of your actions.”

The room seemed to close in around them, the air thick with tension and a quiet, suffocating pressure. Lila tried once more to free herself, but Damon’s arms were like steel.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her jaw as he whispered, “You wanted to play with fire? Well, now you’ve got it. Let’s see how long you can handle the heat.”

Her heart pounded in her chest, and for the first time, she felt the full weight of the trap she was in.