He Compared Me To My Father’s Mistress’s Daughter Chapter 09

He Compared Me To My Father’s Mistress’s Daughter Chapter 09

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds. Then 

the line went dead. 

By the time Damian reached Sienna’s apartment with his men, she was on the couch crying. 

He stood in the doorway, reeking of alcohol. He’d lost 

weight, his suit hung off his frame like someone else’s clothes. 

Sienna rushed up to him and reached for his face. 

“Damian, you’ve been drinking again…” 

He turned his head and dodged her hand. 

Her fingers froze in the air. She pulled them back, lowering her head. Tears spilled over. 

“Damian. I know losing Aria hit you hard. But you still have me. I’m not going anywhere. No matter what.” 

She rested her hand on the soft swell of her belly. 

“Besides… I’m carrying your child. Please. You can’t keep going like this. Aria was just a dead–end womb. She couldn’t 

even…” 

finished. 

The slap snapped her head sideways before she 

She reeled two steps, caught the arm of the sofa, and steadied herself. Her hand flew to her cheek. She stared at him, disbelief shattering across her face. 

“You hit me? You hit me over a dead woman? I’m carrying your baby!” 

His eyes were ice. “You think you can compare yourself to Aria? What are you, cheap trash I messed around with. And you actually thought you meant something?” 

Every drop of color drained from her face. “Damian… what are you saying?” 

He turned toward the door and gave a short nod. 

Two men stepped inside. They grabbed Sienna by the arms and locked her in place. 

She writhed and screamed, “What are you doing? Get off me! Damian, where are you taking me?” 

They shoved her into a car. Someone stuffed a rag in her mouth. She wailed behind it, tears smearing across her face. 

The car moved fast. She recognized the route, the way to Fairview General. 

The last time she came this way, she was the pampered Mrs. Vance, with the city’s best doctors circling her like servants. This time, two men dragged her like livestock headed for slaughter. 

The OR doors closed. Sienna shook her head frantically behind the gag. 

Damian leaned against the wall, his expression dead. “Terminate the pregnancy. No pain meds. And take her uterus out while you’re at it.” 

The doctor hesitated. He didn’t dare 

argue. 

Sienna’s tears poured out in a flood. The sounds she made 

were barely human. 

No one knew how long the surgery took. When it was over, her lips were cracked and bleeding. Her face was the color of a 

corpse. 

Damian turned and walked away, tossing his last order 

over his shoulder. 

“Put her out on the streets. No one touches her without 

my say–so.” 

He bought a bouquet of daisies and a bottle of bourbon. He 

went to Aria’s grave. 

He set the flowers down in front of her headstone. The 

petals shivered in the breeze, the way her lashes used to flutter 

when she laughed. 

He twisted the cap off the bottle and took a long swallow. “Aria. I came to see you.” 

He drank again, deeper this time, and choked. Coughed a few times. Then he laughed. The laugh turned into tears 

somewhere in the middle. 

“I’m a bastard. I’m so sorry. Aria… I miss you so much.” 

He leaned against the cold stone and kept talking. Saying 

everything. Saying nothing. 

Slowly, he finished the bottle. A hot, searing burn spread 

through his stomach. 

He frowned, but he didn’t stop. He set the empty bottle 

aside and pulled a small box from his pocket. The ring sat 

quietly inside. 

He picked it up and pressed it to his lips. “Aria. I’m coming to find you.” 

He set the ring on the grave, right next to the daisies. 

A second later, he convulsed. Black blood spilled from his 

mouth. He’d known all along, he didn’t want to live. A world without Aria Donovan was nothing but pain. 

The wind picked up, mussing his hair. 

He kept vomiting blood, but his face settled into 

something peaceful. A smile. 

“Aria. Don’t be scared. I’m 

coming…” 

The wind swept through. Silence fell. 

The story of Aria Donovan and Damian Vance, scribbled 

out. Messy to the last line.