The Betrayed Heiress's Second Comeback-Chapter 28: Ch : She’s Mine

__________Damian’s Pov

Jenna’s hand slipped into mine the second we stepped out of the car, and I knew—without a doubt—that every camera turned toward us in that moment.

’Hmm, I do not like these cameras, but I will put up with them for the sake of my revenge...’

It was for the sake of my revenge, and not because Jenna wanted them to be around. That was what I convinced myself to think.

My partner was beside me, and I wanted every single person in that venue—Rose, Karl, the reporters, and every useless parasite in this city—to understand that she was with me.

Under my protection. Under my shadow. Under my name.

That she was mine in every way that mattered.

And they would be wise to remember that.

Jenna adjusted her dress, unaware of the daggers I was glaring at the people staring at her too long.

Some were stunned. Some were fascinated. Some were jealous.

And some... looked at her with interest.

That was a mistake on their part.

Between one blink and the next, I shifted my posture, placing my hand around Jenna’s waist and pulling her flush against me.

My actions were not gentle, but they were careful to send the message that I wanted to send to these people- this girl is mine, so hands off.

It did not matter whether she was a temporary partner, or a prop I was using. The mere fact that I was claiming her served as a warning to others.

If you want to keep your life running smoothly— You stay the hell away from what belongs to Damian Black.

Jenna didn’t even notice the way the whispers changed when I did that. But I saw it.

I saw the panic, the fear, the quick glances among businessmen and socialites trying to decide whether approaching us was worth the risk.

’Most of the pests who have unhealthy interest in Jenna will stay away now. However, the reporters are a different kind of pest that are not as easy to get rid of...’

Reporters and some people tried anyway. A board member from the Ministry of Security stepped forward with an eager smile, his eyes fixed on Jenna instead of me.

A mistake he wouldn’t live to repeat.

He took one step closer. One. And my glare froze him in place. I didn’t smile. I didn’t pretend. I wanted him to know I saw exactly what he was thinking—

That I would take him apart piece by piece before anyone could intervene.

He swallowed, bowed stiffly... and backed away.

’How pathetic. If these people want to talk to Jenna, then they at least need the courage to come close and risk getting burned by me. Otherwise, they do not deserve to have any of her time.’

Keeping Jenna beside me like that felt too natural, too right. The longer she was with me, the more I felt like she belonged with me. My mind was beginning to see her as an inseparable part of me and a familiar darkness emerged in my mind.

’You should take her and hide her, or she might disappear like our first love did. You do not want that to happen, right? Then don’t wait. Lock her up and keep her with you.’

The voice made me feel like a primal part of me had woken up, ready to swallow my partner. I wanted to lock her away from everything and everyone.

I could lock every door, take every phone and make sure no one ever saw her again except me.

I wanted her to be in a place where there would only be two of us- me and her. And no one else.

The thought came so easily, so sharply, that it shocked even me for a second. Had I always been such a man?

I knew I was possessive but the desire to monopolise something like this felt new and old at the same time. And I did not want to let go of this feeling anytime soon either-

"Damian."

Jenna softly called out my name, her hand lightly touched my arm, grounding me before the dark spiral finished forming. My thoughts halted where they were as soon as I felt her touch.

I blinked, forced my expression to soften, and looked down at her. I was sure that my expression was not a relaxed smile but something dark.

But Jenna wasn’t scared. She didn’t pull away. She just looked at me like she always did—

as if I wasn’t a monster, as if being near me didn’t put her in danger.

"Are you alright?"

She whispered, too quiet for anyone else to hear. She sounded genuinely concerned, her eyes looking me up and down to make sure I was truly fine.

I let out a slow breath and adjusted my hold around her waist—not releasing her, never releasing her—but not gripping her hard enough to leave bruises either.

"Perfect."

I murmured back, realizing that I meant every word I told her. But I didn’t take my eyes off the room—not for a second.

Because everyone here needed to understand something very clearly:

Jenna is beside me.

And if anyone wants to test how far I’ll go to keep her there...

I’ll happily show them.

_________Jenna’s Pov

Damian’s arm wrapped around my waist a little too tightly as soon as we stepped into the venue, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe.

The lights, the people, the flashes—none of it mattered as much as the heavy weight of his hand holding me in place. It felt... protective.

Possessive even.

Something in me told me that I should be scared because of this. But a bigger part of me felt safe and protected with him.

People kept glancing at us, whispering behind their hands, pretending not to stare. And I couldn’t help but notice that most of the attention wasn’t on Damian—

It was on me.

Maybe it was because I looked like Jenna Harvour, or maybe it was because I had replaced her in the public eye so suddenly.

But I could tell that Damian didn’t appreciate their looks.

His fingers pressed harder into my waist every time someone’s gaze lingered too long, and the tension in his body only grew thicker by the minute.

"Damian...People are watching."

I whispered, trying to nudge him back to reality.

"Yes, I know."

He answered calmly, but there was something dark simmering under that calm.

I swallowed. There was no point arguing—not here. At least he was playing his role as my fiance perfectly.

Someone approached us for a greeting, and the moment they tried to get too close to me,

Damian’s posture shifted. His shoulders straightened, his expression sharpened, and his hand practically caged me against him. The poor man froze before he even finished his sentence.

For someone not interested in me, Damian was doing a great job of pretending to be my partner and keeping other people away from me. He was so attentive that he even sometimes made me forget that we were not actually together.

His attention was something I had only read about in books before and I could not help but feel envious.

’I wonder who the lucky lady who ends up with Damian in the future will be.’

Somehow, that thoughts made my mouth and heart feel sour.