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“Don’t,” Damien cut me off firmly. “Giselle Grayson is responsible for her own actions. Not you.”

Chapter 147 – Giselle’s Fury, Damien’s Shield

“Thank you,” I said, overwhelmed by his kindness despite the situation.

Elias Easton had already called for medical assistance. Two waiters were helping a woman who’d caught splashes on her arm.

As they treated Damien’s burns, a nurse tended to Chloe’s hand, applying a special ointment before bandaging it carefully.

Across the room, Giselle stood frozen, the empty bottle dangling from her fingertips. Her expression cycled between shock, fear, and then savage satisfaction.

I gasped when I saw his back. Several angry red patches marked his skin where the acid had seeped through his clothing.

“Hazel, I just heard what happened with Giselle,” he said, sounding frantic. “I had no idea she was planning something like this. You have to believe me.”

“Get his coat off!” someone yelled.

“They deserved it!” She jerked away from his grasp, her eyes wild. “The Graysons are ruined because of her! My brother is devastated! My baby is gone! My parents can’t show their faces in public! All because of this bitch!”

My phone rang suddenly, an unknown number flashing across the screen. When I answered, Julian’s voice came through.

The drive to the hospital was tense. Chloe sat with her hand elevated, trying to hide her discomfort. Damien remained stoic, though I could tell he was in pain by the rigid way he held himself.

“Someone restrain her!” Elias commanded, pointing at Giselle.

“Hazel,” he said, his fingers finding mine. “I would step between you and danger a thousand times without hesitation.”

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I held onto Damien, my fingers trembling as I checked his back. His white shirt showed spots where the liquid had seeped through the outer layers, but thankfully his skin seemed largely untouched.

“Mr. Grayson, I am the victim of tonight’s incident,” he said evenly. “If you have anything to say, say it to me directly. Don’t trouble my girlfriend.”

Giselle lunged toward me again, only to be caught by two security guards. “You destroyed my family! You don’t get to move on while we suffer!”

The police arrived minutes later, forcing their way through the stunned crowd. When they tried to handcuff Giselle, she became hysterical, screaming and thrashing.

The room remained frozen until Elias cleared his throat. “I think it’s best if we end the evening here. Please make your downstairs carefully.”

way

Relief washed over me so strongly I had to sit down.

“Are

you

hurt? Damien, are you hurt?” My voice cracked with panic.

“No one forced Julian to betray me,” I shot back, anger finally overtaking my shock. “No one forced him to steal my wedding. And absolutely no one forced you to bring acid to this event and try to disfigure me.”

Pure instinct took over. I shoved Chloe aside with all my strength, sending her stumbling away. In that split second, I tried to twist my own body, but I knew I wouldn’t be fast enough.

The room erupted in chaos. People shouted and scrambled backward. The acrid smell of something chemical filled the air as Damien’s expensive jacket began to smoke.

motion. His

Then Damien was there, stepping between me and danger in one fl back to Giselle, his arms wrapping around me protectively. Something wet splashed against him with a sickening hiss.

Elias approached us, his expression grave. “I’ve arranged for my private doctor to meet you at Sterling Memorial Hospital. A car is waiting downstairs.”

The thought made me physically ill. I couldn’t bear the idea of Damien being hurt because of my complicated/past.

Before I could respond, Damien took the phone from my hand. His face had transformed into a mask of deadly calm determination.

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Elias stepped forward. “The police and medics are on their way. Everyone who was splashed needs medical attention.”

“You could have been seriously injured,” I insisted. “Your face–if it had hit your face…”

“You’re incredibly lucky, Mr. Sterling,” the doctor said. “The multiple layers of clothing absorbed most of the acid. These are first–degree burns at worst. With proper treatment, there shouldn’t be any scarring.”

His face remained controlled, but I caught the slight tightening around his eyes that betrayed his pain. “I’m fine. Just got through the outer layers.”

Chloe approached carefully, her face pale. I noticed with horror that her right hand was reddened where a few drops had splashed her.

I turned to Giselle, fury burning in my chest. “You’ll pay every medical bill for anyone injured tonight. And you’ll spend time behind bars for this.”

“What do you want, Julian?” My voice was ice cold.

“You see?” she shrieked, seemingly oblivious to the security personnel moving in her direction. “Look what you made me do! This is your fault, Hazel! Everything is your fault!”

“This is all my fault,” I whispered, guilt crashing over me. “She was aiming for me. You shouldn’t have-‘

“Thank you, Bianca,” I said before Damien could respond. I took the coat from her and helped Damien slip it on carefully, avoiding contact with his back.

Her

nod.

eyes flickered with surprise at my intervention, but she stepped back with a polite

“She’s the one you should arrest!” She pointed at me as they dragged her toward the door. “She’s the manipulative one! Ask Julian what she did to him! Ask anyone in the Grayson family!”

“We need the police,” I said, my voice steadying with resolve. “She brought acid to a social gathering. She planned this attack.”

A man I didn’t recognize–apparently Giselle’s cousin–stepped forward, trying to calm her. “Giselle, what have you done? Have you lost your mind?”

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“It’s just a little splash,” she insisted, though I could see she was in pain. “Damien took the worst of it.”

My fingers fumbled with his jacket, yanking it from his shoulders. The fabric was already deteriorating, small holes forming where the liquid had hit. My heart hammered against my ribs as I helped him remove his vest too, which showed similar signs of corrosion.

“I’ll be fine,” he said, but I noticed he was holding himself stiffly. “Chloe’s hand needs attention too.”

At the hospital, we were ushered into a private wing. The doctor examined Chloe’s hand first, confirming it was a mild chemical burn that would heal with proper care.

his shirt to fully assess the damage. For Damien, they had to cut

“I’m sorry about your hand,” I told her when we were finally alone. “If I hadn’t pushed you—”

“Not well?” I cut him off. “She brought acid to a party with the explicit intention of throwing it in my face. That’s not stress. That’s premeditated assault.”

As guests began filing out, murmuring among themselves, I turned my full attention back to Damien.

“We need to get you to a hospital,” I insisted, my hands still shaking. “That was acid. Your back-”

I stiffened instinctively, but forced myself to remain rational. He was standing there in just his shirt, which was partially damaged. Of course he needed.

“Chloe, your hand—” I began.

at.

“If you hadn’t pushed me, I might have gotten a faceful,” she interrupted. “You saved me from worse damage. Thank you.”

As we headed toward the door, a tall blonde woman stepped into our path. I recognized her immediately–Bianca Sinclair, the woman from the charity auction.

As the police escorted her out, her final screams echoed through the now–silent apartment. “You’ll pay for this, Hazel! This isn’t over!”

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“Please don’t press charges,” he begged. “She’s not well. The miscarriage, our family’s troubles–it’s been too much for her. We’ll get her help, I promise.”

“Charges will definitely be pressed,” Damien added, his voice deadly calm. That tone frightened me more than any shouting could have.

Time slowed. The arc of liquid flying toward my face seemed suspended in midair. I registered Chloe standing nearby, her eyes wide with shock as she turned toward the commotion.