Dominating CEO Snatch The Twins From His Ex-Wife

"Miss Carter, congratulations-you're eight weeks pregnant," the doctor announced with a warm smile. Enlyan's heart soared as if it had grown wings. Joy surged through her, filling every corner of her being.

"Thank you so much, Doctor,"

She said, her voice trembling with excitement. She quickly grabbed her report and stepped out of the office, her thoughts swirling with happiness.

Enlyan had married Damian for three years and now they finally had their first child.

Enlyan and Damian's marriage was never built on love. It was an arrangement, a contract between two families. The idea of love or personal happiness had no place in the deal.

For Enlyan, however, the situation wasn't for business.

She had harbored feelings for Damian long before their wedding. His charisma, intelligence, and commanding presence had drawn her in, and when their parents proposed the marriage, she agreed without hesitation. She believed that over time, her devotion and care would win his heart.

But Damian had been brutally honest with her from the start. On their wedding night, his words cut through her hopes like a blade:

"Don't hold any illusions, Enlyan. I will never love you. This marriage is a formality, nothing more." From that moment, he treated her as little more than a shadow in his life-a mere convenience he was obligated to tolerate.

Still, Enlyan refused to give up. She had confidence in herself, in her ability to nurture something real between them. For three long years, she poured her heart into the marriage, doing everything she could to bridge the emotional gap between them. But her efforts were met with indifference at best and outright disdain at worst. Damian remained distant, and the love she dreamed of never came.

Now, as she stood on the brink of motherhood, Enlyan held onto a fragile hope. Perhaps the child she carried would be the key to softening Damian's heart.

Maybe, just maybe, the arrival of their baby would finally open a door to the love she had longed for.

She couldn't contain the excitement of sharing the good news with him.

As she walked down the hallway, she pulled out her phone and was about to dial the familiar number.

However, a tall, steady figure emerging from a nearby room caught her eyes first. It was her husband, Damian Blackwood. And followed him, a woman in a long red dress came out from another Gynecologist's Office.

Who was she? Why was she here with Damian?

Their voices were low, but the hushed tones carried enough for Enlyan to catch fragments of their conversation.

"Are you sure you're eating enough?" Damian's deep voice carried concern.

"I am," She replied softly. "It's just been hard keeping anything down lately."

"You need to take care of yourself," Damian insisted, his tone unusually gentle. "I'll make sure you get the best care. You and the baby are my responsibility now."

His hand lightly brushing the woman's arm as they walked.

Enlyan's heart sank. Her legs felt like they might give way beneath her.

You and the baby.

The words echoed in her mind, cutting through her thoughts like a blade. She glanced again at the woman, noticing the gentle curve of her stomach-a pregnant belly.

Was this Damian's child?

Her throat tightened, and the world around her seemed to blur. Clutching her phone with trembling hands, she dialed Damian's number, hoping against hope that he would answer.

The phone rang once, twice-then stopped abruptly.

She looked up and saw Damian glance at his phone, his face tightening in irritation before he silenced it and slipped it back into his pocket.

"Are you not going to answer that?" the woman asked, her voice curious.

"It's not important," Damian replied coldly, his tone dismissive.

The words felt like a slap to Enlyan. He hadn't even bothered to acknowledge her call. Her heart shattered further as she watched him place a hand on the woman's back, gently guiding her toward the elevator.

Tears stung her eyes as she leaned against the wall for support, her vision clouded by disbelief and pain. The man she had called her husband, the man she had sacrificed so much for, was walking away with another woman-one who appeared to be carrying his child.

Her world, once fragile but intact, began to crumble around her.

The tenderness in his gestures, the care in his demeanor-these were things Damian had never shown her in their three years of marriage.

Stumbling out of the hospital, Enlyan felt like a ghost of herself. Her thoughts spiraled as she drove home, the truth cutting deeper with every mile.

Their three years of marriage were meaningless to him-a burden forced upon him by his father. To Damian, she was nothing more than a woman who had married him for his wealth.

From the very beginning, Damian had resented her, treating her as a burden forced upon him. Enlyan had endured it all-the indifference, the coldness-because she hoped that time might soften his heart. Now, she realized how futile her hopes had been.

When Enlyan arrived home, the house was quiet, the silence pressing down on her like a weight. She hadn't even taken off her shoes when Damian's mother, Meye, stormed into the living room, her expression sharp and accusatory.

"Finally decided to come home, have you?" Meye's tone was icy, her arms crossed as she surveyed her daughter-in-law. "Dinner isn't ready. Do you even care about this household, or are you just trying to prove how useless you are?Do you expect my son to starve because of your laziness?"

Enlyan remained silent, her body and mind too exhausted to respond.

"Don't just stand there like a statue," Meye snapped, growing more irritated by Enlyan's lack of reaction. "This is exactly why Damian will divorce you soon. He has no use for a wife who can't even manage a simple household."

The words pierced Enlyan, but she refused to show it. Her silence only fueled Meye's anger.

Meye snapped, her voice rising. "You're lucky we took you in after your family's disgrace. And this is how you repay us? By acting like a spoiled child?"

Still, Enlyan said nothing.

Her silence only angered Meye further. She stepped closer, her voice lowering but carrying a venomous edge.

"Did you think you could keep him forever? You should know by now that his first love is back," Meye continued, a cruel smile tugging at her lips. " She's everything you're not-beautiful, accomplished. It's only a matter of time before he leaves you for her. You're nothing but a placeholder"

Enlyan's head snapped up, her breath catching. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to keep her composure.

"That's right," Meye said, her smile cruel. "Katrina, the love of Damian's life. He's been waiting for her, and now she is back. Did you really think you could compete with that?"

Enlyan's heart shattered anew at the confirmation of her worst fears.

The room seemed to tilt as the realization settled over Enlyan. Katrina wasn't just any woman-she was the one Damian had always loved, the one he had been forced to give up when their arranged marriage was imposed on him.

Now, she was back, and she was everything Meye had said-beautiful, confident, and pregnant with the child Damian had never wanted with Enlyan.

"You've overstayed your welcome," Meye continued, her tone dripping with triumph. "Pack your things and leave before Damian asks you himself. You're nothing to him now-if you ever were."

Enlyan was still in shock until Damian's mother left.

When Damian arrived home that evening, the faint sound of his footsteps echoed through the quiet house. Enlyan had been waiting in the living room, her hands clenched tightly together as she rehearsed the words she wanted to say. The image of him at the hospital, standing beside the woman, still burned vividly in her mind.

As Damian entered, his sharp gaze fell on her. He shrugged off his coat and tossed it onto the back of a chair. Without sparing her a warm glance, he spoke first, his voice clipped and indifferent.

"Your father called again today," he said, his tone tinged with irritation. "Remind him not to bother me about his issues. I don't have time for his problems."

Enlyan's breath hitched, the words she had planned to say caught in her throat. The disdain in his voice stung like a physical blow, but it was the look in his eyes that crushed her further-cold, detached, and dismissive.

Her father's condition had always been a sensitive topic in their marriage. After his business collapsed and the accident left him in a wheelchair, her father had become a burden in Damian's eyes. No matter how hard she worked to avoid leaning on him financially, her father's struggles were a constant source of tension.

Enlyan lowered her gaze, swallowing the lump in her throat. She had wanted to ask him about the woman at the hospital, to find some clarity or reassurance, but she knew better. Mentioning it now would only escalate his irritation, and she couldn't bear another cold dismissal.

"Alright, I'll tell him," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Damian didn't seem to notice her subdued demeanor. He walked past her toward the dining room, leaving her standing there, frozen in silence.

After dinner, Enlyan quietly prepared the bath for Damian, as she always did. It had become her routine, a small act of service she performed despite the emotional distance between them. As the steam rose from the warm water, she placed the towel on the rack and turned to leave the bathroom.

But Damian intercepted her in the hallway. His tall frame loomed over hers, and the glint in his eyes made her uneasy.

"Stay," he said, his tone low but commanding.

Enlyan froze, her heart beating faster. "Damian, I-" she started, her voice trembling, but he silenced her with a touch, his fingers brushing her cheek.

"Don't overthink it," he muttered, leaning closer.

Her instincts told her to resist, to push him away. She had seen too much that day-the woman at the hospital, the tenderness in his gaze that was never meant for her. But as she raised her hands to stop him, Damian's grip tightened, his eyes darkening with something that wasn't love but possession.

"Why are you hesitating?" he asked, his voice edged with irritation, as though her resistance was a challenge he couldn't ignore.

"Damian, please." she whispered, trying to step back, but her hesitation only seemed to fuel him further.

"You're my wife," he said firmly, his lips brushing against hers. "Don't forget that."

Enlyan's resolve crumbled. She thought of her father, her family's precarious situation, and the baby she carried. She had clung to a fragile hope that this moment might bring them closer, that he might finally see her as more than a duty.

Surrendering to his touch, she let him guide her to the bed.

In a fleeting moment, their bodies pressed closely together. Enlyan looked at him briefly before closing her eyes. Damian's hand gently slid along her face, cupping her cheek and tilting her head toward him.

Moments later, she felt his lips on hers, firm and demanding. His fingers rested against her cheek, keeping her still as his kiss deepened. A nervous tension stirred in her stomach as his voice whispered, "Open your mouth."

Her lips parted hesitantly, allowing his tongue to delve in as he kissed her again, the sensation unfamiliar yet intense. The sound of their breaths and lips moving together sent heat rushing to her face.

She flinched slightly as his hand, once tenderly cupping her face, slid down her body until it rested firmly on her chest. His fingers squeezed her breasts, eliciting a soft moan she tried-and failed-to suppress.

But even as her body gave in, her heart ached with the knowledge that this was not love-it was an illusion she had created to survive.

Without warning, Damian positioned himself against her core and thrust into her with an unrelenting rhythm. Enlyan's body arched sharply in response, her nails digging into his back as he moved with unbridled intensity. The sensation was overwhelming and endless, leaving her gasping.

Time seemed to blur as their body moved together.

When he finally reached his peak, he released inside her with a force that left her trembling.

However, that singular release wasn't enough to satiate his insatiable desire. His erection remained hard and eager, refusing to be sated.

He continued, his movements rough and demanding, driving deeper into her until both their bodies teetered on the edge of exhaustion. Only after what felt like an eternity did Damian relent, easing away from her at last.

They lay side by side, their chests rising and falling with labored breaths. Enlyan felt utterly drained, her body too spent to even lift a finger.

she turned her head to him, gathering the courage to speak. She wanted to tell him about the baby, to ask him about the woman she had seen, to finally bridge the chasm between them.

But before she could say a word, Damian's phone buzzed on the nightstand. He glanced at the screen, and a faint smile crossed his lips.

"I have to go," he said, sitting up and reaching for his clothes.

"Now? Damian, can't it wait?" she asked, her voice laced with desperation.

"No," he replied curtly, buttoning his shirt. "It's important."

She watched as he grabbed his coat and phone, his demeanor shifting into something lighter, almost eager.

"Don't wait up," he added as he walked out the door, leaving her alone in the silence.

Enlyan lay there, staring at the ceiling. The emptiness in her chest expanded, swallowing the fragile hope she had nurtured. She realized then that Damian would never truly be hers, no matter how hard she tried or how much she gave.

She had tried so hard to make their marriage work, but it felt like grasping at sand that slipped through her fingers no matter how tightly she held on.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling her out of her thoughts. She reached for it hesitantly, half-expecting another dismissive message from Damian. Instead, it was an anonymous text, accompanied by a picture.

The image was like a knife to her heart. Damian, clad in a bathrobe, stood casually in what appeared to be another woman's home. Beside him, Katrina smiled, her hand resting on his arm. On her finger was a ring Enlyan recognized instantly-the heirloom ring of the Blackwood family, a symbol of their lineage and loyalty.

Below the image, the message read: " your husband has already moved on. Why are you still holding on?"

Enlyan's fingers tightened around her phone as the words burned into her mind. Her thoughts flashed back to Damian's mother's scathing remarks earlier that day.

"You think he'll stay married to you forever? His first love is back. It's only a matter of time before he leaves you for good."

Her mocking voices echoed in her ears, each word twisting the knife deeper into her chest.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but this time they weren't from sadness-they were from anger and resolve. She had endured three years of indifference, humiliation, and loneliness, believing she could somehow change Damian's heart. But this was the final betrayal.

Next morning,

Enlyan stepped into the towering Blackwood Enterprises building, her heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor. The divorce papers clutched tightly in her hand felt heavier than they should, as though they carried the weight of her shattered hopes and unspoken pain.

She approached the front desk, her nerves barely held in check. "I'm here to see Mr. Blackwood," she said, her voice firm despite the lump in her throat.

The receptionist raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. Enlyan rarely visited Damian at work; their worlds were kept apart by his insistence.

Suddenly the elevator doors slid open, laughter floated into the lobby. Enlyan froze, her heart sinking as Damian stepped out, his arm brushing against a woman beside him. The woman's melodic laugh rang out, and the way Damian leaned slightly toward her, smiling and engaged, made Enlyan's stomach churn.

Damian stopped mid-step when he saw Enlyan. His smile faltered, replaced by a flicker of surprise.

"Enlyan?" he said, his voice low but edged with irritation.

The woman beside him glanced at Enlyan curiously, her expression unreadable. Damian quickly turned to her. "Excuse me for a moment," he murmured, his tone soft, almost apologetic-a tone Enlyan had never heard directed at her.

He walked over to Enlyan, his movements brisk, and grabbed her arm gently but firmly. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice sharp as he guided her to a quiet corner of the lobby, away from prying eyes.

"I needed to talk to you," Enlyan said, lifting the divorce papers slightly. She hated how small her voice sounded, but the sight of him with the woman had shaken her resolve.

Damian glanced around, his jaw tightening. "You couldn't wait until I got home?" he asked, his tone clipped.

"I'll ask once," she began, her voice trembling but determined, "Who is she?"

Damian's brow furrowed as though the question itself was an affront. "That's none of your concern," he said dismissively, his tone cold and detached.

"You've been spending time with her," she said, her voice rising slightly.

Damian cut her off with a sharp wave of his hand. "I said it's none of your business," he repeated, his tone more clipped now.

The sting of his words made Enlyan's grip on the papers tighten. She took a deep breath to steady herself, and held the divorce papers out to him. "Fine," she said quietly. "Then let's not waste each other's time. Sign these."

Damian's eyes flicked to the papers in her hand, then back to her face. For a moment, there was silence, and then he let out a short, humorless laugh. "So, that's what this is about," he said, shaking his head. "You think throwing around the word 'divorce' will get my attention?"

Enlyan blinked, momentarily stunned. "I'm not doing this for attention," she said, her voice firm despite the lump in her throat. "I'm done, Damian. I can't do this anymore."

He scoffed, stepping closer to her, towering over her in his usual intimidating manner. "You're bluffing," he said, his voice laced with mockery. "Do you even know what you're asking for? You think you'll walk out of here and everything will be fine?"

"I'm not afraid to start over," Enlyan shot back, though her voice wavered slightly.

Damian's eyes narrowed, and his smirk turned cruel. "Start over with what?" he asked. "Your father's medical bills? Your family's debts? Do you think anyone else will be as generous as I've been?"

The words hit her like a physical blow, and she staggered back a step. "You're not doing this out of generosity," she said, her voice shaking. "You're doing it to control me."

He took a step closer, his voice low and venomous. "You should think carefully before you go through with this. Once we're done, I'll have no reason to support your father. You'll be on your own, Enlyan. Completely."

Enlyan swallowed hard, fighting back tears. The man she had once admired, who she thought she could make love her, stood before her as a stranger-cold, cruel, and indifferent to her pain.

"You can't use my father like that," she said, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to keep it steady.

Damian's expression was unreadable. He didn't even seem to care.

Before she could say another word, the phone rang, and Damian immediately answered it, his tone changing the instant he spoke. "I'll be there in a moment," he said, his voice warmer, more familiar.

Enlyan felt a sickening wave of nausea rise in her stomach as she realized who was on the other end of the line.

He didn't even glance at her as he hung up, his attention fully diverted.

"You'd better not regret this later," he said, his voice cold and indifferent as he turned away. "I won't be here when you realize how much you've lost."

He signed the divorce paper And just like that, he walked away.

Enlyan stood there, her heart shattering with each step he took toward the exit, toward the woman who had so easily replaced her in his life. She stared after him, the echo of his words ringing in her ears.

Enlyan's mind was a blur as she walked out of the building, holding divorce paper, her body feeling light as though the weight of her emotions was pulling her down.

Her lawyer was waiting for her outside and she give him divorce paper and he left.

After lawyer left, a man stepped into her path, blocking her way. His suit was impeccable, his expression polite but detached.

"Mrs. Blackwood," he greeted, bowing his head slightly. "Mr. Blackwood arranged for us to take you home."

Confusion clouded her thoughts. She didn't understand why Damian would care about her getting home when he just signed the divorce paper. He'd just mocked her, made it clear he didn't want her anymore. But before she could protest, the man gestured toward a car parked nearby, its engine running quietly.

She hesitated for a moment, but She followed him into the car, her heart still heavy.

As the car began to move, something didn't feel right. The route they were taking was unfamiliar, and the scenery around her quickly became more desolate. The car's steady hum filled the silence, but a growing unease curled in her stomach.

"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

The driver didn't answer immediately. His eyes remained focused on the road, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. After a few moments, he spoke, his voice as cold as ice.

"Mr. Blackwood didn't want the divorce to ruin his reputation, Miss Blackwood," he said, his words sending a chill down her spine. "But. it wouldn't be a problem if you died."

The words cut through her like a knife, and for a moment, she thought she hadn't heard him correctly. "What?" she whispered, unable to fully comprehend the meaning behind his chilling statement.

"Don't worry," the driver continued, his tone detached, "this is all for Mr. Blackwood's sake. You won't be a problem anymore."

Enlyan's pulse quickened, panic creeping up her spine. She realized then that the car wasn't headed in the direction of her home. The surroundings had become more isolated, the streets darker, and she had no idea where they were going.

What was Damian thinking?

He wanted her dead?

Why?

Her heart raced as the car continued toward the edge of the world. She tried to steady her breathing, but the fear was suffocating. She had always known Damian was ruthless, but she never imagined he would go this far.

She looked out the window, the ocean in the distance now visible, its waves crashing violently against the rocks. And it was then that she understood-this wasn't just about her leaving him.

This was about eliminating the problem altogether.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. It's all Mr. Blackwood's orders. Don't worry, Mr. Blackwood will pick a good cemetery for you." Then he jumped out of the car.

The car drove straight toward the edge of the ocean, the headlights illuminating the dark waters. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, as the realization hit her hard: Damian had arranged for her to die.

With a final, deafening screech, the car plunged into the ocean. The world tilted violently as the water rushed in, swallowing everything around her. The last thought that passed through Enlyan's mind was a vow-a vow she would never forget.

I will never forgive you, Damian.