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"Mrs. Sterling? More like the live-in maid," the servants whispered, staring at the empty socket where my eye used to be—Damon's "gift" to his pr3//gn-nt mistress. I endured his cruelty, kneeling before his sister's photo every day, swallowing humiliation like poison. "You're carrying a b@s/ta/rd. Who would want you?" Damon sneered when I mentioned divorce. But he didn't know one thing: Simon Moore, my childhood love and the heir I was promised, had returned. I clenched my fist, stomach heavy with the pr3//gn-ncy that tied me to his h3!l. "Take me to the hospital," I told Simon, end!ng the cha!ns that bound me to Damon. Weeks later, Damon froze, staring at my flat st0mach and Simon's unwavering gaze. I smiled coldly, letting the truth hit like lightning. "You wanted a Quinn to pay? Meet the new CEO of Quinn-Moore Holdings. Everything you tried to destroy... now belongs to me." Damon's empire? Crumbling. My freedom? Absolute. And me? Unstoppable. Damon Sterling brought his pregn@nt mistress home. She was already three months alongShe was already three months pregnant. He didn’t care that I could barely keep food down due to my own morning sickness. He slung an arm around her waist as he turned to me with a warning. “Bianca’s fragile. Upset her, and you’ll regret itYou upset her and you’ll regret it.” Bianca Croft pressed herself against his chest, her voice sickly sweet. “Everyone keeps talking about Mrs. Sterling’s beautiful eyesPeople won’t shut up about how gorgeous Mrs. Sterling is. I hate it. I hate thinking about them looking at you. It makes me so jealousI can’t stand the idea of those beautiful eyes looking at you all day. It makes me jealous…” A smile tugged at Damon’s mouth. His gaze locked onto mine—without a flicker of hesitationThen he looked straight at me, not a flicker of hesitation. His voice cut through the room, cold and sharp. “Aria, choose. The baby or your eyes.” My hand flew to my stomach. I felt the blood drain from my face. “Damon, please! I’m begging you. Don’t do this to me! It’s your baby!” My screams didn’t matter to him. He gave the order, and his men went for my left eye. Right before everything went black, I saw Damon shield Bianca’s eyes. He whispered into her hair, promising her she had nothing to fearHe murmured that everything would be okay, that she didn’t need to be afraid. The happy life I’d imagined had never existed at all. If that was the truth, then fine. I’d leave. They deserved each otherIf that was the truth, then I’d leave. They could have each other. *** The sharp bite of disinfectant was the first thing I noticed. I was in a hospital room, coming to. I lifted my hand and passed it in front of my face. Thick gauze covered my left eye. My right eye was still there. Damon sat on the sofa across from me. When I moved, his voice was flat, completely detached. “I can’t believe you’d give up an eye for that b@st@rd. If Bianca weren't pregn@nt... if she could stomach the sight of blood, you’d have lost both.If Bianca wasn’t pregnant, if she could handle the sight of blood, you’d have lost both.” Pain tore through my chest with every breath I took. I managed a weak smile. Is that so? Then I supposed I should’ve thanked her for her generosity. My hand moved to my stomach. This baby had cost me an eye. “My baby…” Before I could finish, his phone rang. The room went silent. Even without speakerphone, I caught every word. “Damon, I hurt my foot. Come back, please? I need you here with me…” Bianca was crying on the other end. Damon’s expression changed. His voice softened as he reassured her. He was on his feet, jacket in hand, already halfway to the door. His panic over heranxiety was almost laughable. My mind flashed back to that night. They had forced me down to my knees. The bodyguard with the dagger hesitated, but Damon didn’t even blink. Blood ran down my face, and through the pain, I grabbed at his pant leg and begged. He kicked me away. “Disgusting,” he spat. The difference in how he treated us couldn't have been crueler. … After two weeks in the hospital, they finally peeled off the gauze. In the mirror, my left eye socket was an empty hollow. Damon used to say my eyes were the most beautiful thing about me, like nobody else’s. Now that light was gone, and there was nothing in its place. Damon had the doctor fit me with a prosthetic eye. It passed as real at a glance, but anyone who looked closely could tell something was off. I knew Damon hated me enough to want me dead. Five years ago, the Quinn family still had m0ney, and I still had everything. Damon was the y0unger brother of one of our maids. His sister Lyla Sterling worked for us. They were orphans; they only had each other., and the two of them lived together because they had no one else That’s how I met him, and we fell in love. I thought it would last forever. Then something happened to Lyla. She came running back to the estate in the rain, crying. She packed her things and disappeared. The next thing I heard, she was dead. She left a letter claiming my father had violated her. Broken by the shame, she jumped to her deathShe left a letter saying my father had assaulted her, and then she jumped. After that, Damon hated the Quinns. He hated me. He decided I deserved to die. Three years later, he’d made his fortune and destroyed ours. The shock killed my father. Then he forced me to marry him so he could make me pay. I came back to Sterling Manor, the place Damon and I were supposed to share as a married couple. He’d ground me down here too many times to count. The first year we were married, he took me every night, rough enough that I could barely walk the morning after. Afterward, he’d drag me to the same room. Every time. There was a framed photo of Lyla Sterling on a side table. He’d grab my chin, his face hard. “The Quinns are gone, Aria. You’re what’s left. Your father killed my sister, and you’ll pay for it for the rest of your life.” Every day, he made me kneel in front of her picture and ask her to forgive me. Sterling Manor didn’t feel cold and empty anymore. Ever since Bianca Croft moved in, Damon bought her jewelry and handbags without missing a beat. The baby wasn’t even four months in, and already the house was full of toys and clothes for boys and for girls. Seeing it all made my eyes sting. I went upstairs. I could hear them inside my bedroom. “Damon, your wife’s back. Should I stop? Should I give her back her bed? Do you want me to give her the room?” In response, the bedsprings creaked violently, and Bianca’s moan grew louderThat did it, and Bianca’s moans rose. “You’re distracted. Stop thinking about her. Don’t bring her up. I only care about you.” I stood there listening, feeling something break inside me again. Panic spiked, and I had to get out. I must have made a sound, because suddenly his voice snapped through the door. “Who’s out there?” The door opened, and Damon’s frown tightened when he saw me. Bianca’s hand glided over his chest. “Aria? Back from the hospital so soon?Aria, you’re out already? How’s your eye?” “I’m so sorry. I only told Damon I couldn't stand the way you looked at himI only told Damon I didn’t want you showing up anymore. I had no idea he’d go that far.” She looked at my ruined eye, nothing but fake sympathy. “Those eyes were so beautiful. Such a wasteSuch a shame.” I caught the smirk tugging at her mouth. I lost it and lunged for her. Damon shoved me back before I could reach her, and my forehead slammed against the banister. Blood streamed down my face. For a second, Damon hesitated. “Are you out of your mind? She’s pregn@nt! You’re trying to hurt the baby!” I’d pushed him too far, and he decided to punish me by making me sketch him fu//cking Bianca. They were already half-n@ked on the bed. He touched her like she might break. He took his time with her, nothing like how he used me. Her body arched against him as he pushed inside. I sat there with my easel, watching. He knew I’d studied art, and this was how he wanted to humiliate me. The prosthetic eye made it hard to see, but I made it work. My fingertips bled from gripping the pencil too hard, drops falling onto the paper and soaking into the sketch. Something in me finally died watching them, and all I felt was disgust for every year I’d wasted loving him. My stomach turned, but I forced myself to finish and set the sketch on the table. “It’s done,” I said flatly. Damon withdrew and got dressed. He barely looked at it. The sketch was perfect. My face was pale and blank, and something about it made his chest clench. Then he saw me dragging out a suitcase. “What are you doing? Where do you think you’re going? I’m leaving so the two of you can be happy. Isn’t that what you wanted?” I met his eyes. “Let’s get divorced.” The word “divorce” stopped Damon cold. Then he let out a laugh, bitter and cold. “Don’t forget your father killed my sister.” “He’s dead. So you pay for what he did. You don’t get to leave.” “Divorce? You’re carrying a b@st@rdYou’re pregnant with a bastard’s baby. Who the hel1 would want you?” I didn’t say anything. I’d told him over and over my father would never do something like that. He would never do that to my mother. But Damon had seen the letter, and nothing I said mattered. I put up with everything because I still loved him, because part of me thought we could make it work. Then I found out he had Bianca on the side, and she was four months pregn@nt. I was exhausted, and I couldn’t do this anymore. A tear slipped down my cheek, and for once, his voice softened. “Don’t piss me off. Act right and I won’t have to punish you.” I opened my mouth, but Bianca’s voice carried over, sweet and needy. “Damon…” He went to cater to her cravingsHe went to make her soup. He thought I was bluffing. I’d never actually leave him. He walked away without another word. The servants had been gossiping about us for days. “Mr. Sterling treats Miss Croft like a queen. He waits on her hand and foot He makes her soup every single day. Did you see how worried he got when she had morning sickness?” “Poor Mrs. Sterling. I went to clean her room the other day, and her eye socket was completely empty. Scared me half to death.” I thought about the day I’d shown Damon my positive pregn@ncy test, so excited I could barely hold still. He’d thrown it in the tr@sh without even looking up. “Why are you so excited about a b@st@rd?” he’d said. “You don’t even know if it’ll survive.” I used to think he just didn’t want kids. Watching him fuss over Bianca, I realized he just didn’t want them with me.

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