Chapter 337
Chapter 337:
“Burn it all, Eliza,” Azalea whispered. “Burn it until it stops hurting p>
Eliza gathered the stack of documents — the marriage license copy, the photos she hadn’t smashed, the little notes he used to leave on her pillow.
“Let’s go p>
They took the elevator down to the private garden. The wind was biting, whipping Eliza’s hair across her face.
She walked to the stone fire pit and turned the key. Blue flames roared to life, dancing against the gray sky.
𝖲𝘢𝘃𝘦 𝘆o𝗎r 𝘧𝗮𝘃о𝗋𝗂𝗍е 𝗻𝘰𝘃els 𝗈ո.с𝗈m
Eliza stood before the fire. She held up a photo of them at the gala — Dallas looking at her as if she were the only star in the sky.
She dropped it.
The edges curled, blackened, and burst into flame. His face melted away.
She threw in the notes. The receipts. The memories. The fire consumed them greedily.
Eliza watched the smoke rise, her face blank, her eyes dry. She felt lighter. And colder.
Across the street, parked in the shadow of an alley, a black sedan sat idling.
Damon Luna lowered his binoculars. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face as he watched the woman by the fire.
“She’s burning bridges,” Damon murmured to himself. “Perfect p>
The last photo turned to ash, a gray flake carried away by the wind. Eliza watched it go, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over her. She hadn’t eaten a real meal since the airport. Her body was running on adrenaline and spite.
“Burn it all down. It suits you p>
The voice was smooth, cultured, and carried a hint of familiar arrogance — nothing like the rough, guttural growl of the man who had kidnapped her at the docks.
Eliza spun around.
Standing on the garden path was Damon Luna.
He was the eldest Luna brother, the CEO of Luna Corp. He wore a bespoke Italian suit that fit his lean frame perfectly, his dark hair slicked back. Unlike his brother Dante, who looked like a brawler, Damon looked like a shark in human skin.
“Damon?” Eliza took a step back, her hand instinctively going to her pocket where the lighter was. “What are you doing here p>
“I heard the news,” Damon said, walking closer but stopping at a respectful distance. He didn’t loom; he observed. “The divorce decree. The settlement talks. Word travels fast on the street, Eliza. Especially when a Koch falls p>
“If you’re here to finish what your brother started,” Eliza said, her voice shaking with residual trauma, “my security is on the way p>
Damon let out a short, dismissive laugh. He pulled a silk handkerchief from his pocket and turned it over in his fingers.
“Please. Don’t compare me to Dante,” Damon said, his lip curling in distaste. “Dante is a blunt instrument. A thug. He tried to break you with a hammer. I told him it was foolish. You don’t smash a diamond, Eliza. You acquire it p>
“He’s in jail,” Eliza reminded him. “Or he should be p>