Isabella 114.Belladonna Montenegro. Mother. Wife and beloved daughter.I read the words engraved on the tombstone in disbelief. It was so unacceptable that my mother was gone. When the orderly in charge of her care told me that she had died peacefully in her sleep, I found it hard to believe.Every waking moment of my mother's life had been a battle for survival. From an irresponsible husband and father who frequented jail like it was his place of work to fighting a brain disease that turned her senile and forgetful.It had been one problem after the other and all through it all, Belladonna never complained nor did she ask anyone for help. She toughened up through her trials and tribulations. The tears flowed freely as I watched her shiny mahogany coffin being lowered six feet into the ground.It dawned on me that I was never going to see her again. Not in this life.I was held by the shoulders by Damien and his mother. Who all wore black. Even Natalia and her
Damien 115.Mother had been livid when I showed her the graffiti on my wall. A black skull with a black crow perched on it. She had grabbed the phone off my hand and glared at the image displayed on it."Vito sicced those bastards on you?" Mother asked in disbelief and pure rage."It would have been different if I was at home but I had just been returning from work," I had told her."He is going to pay," Mom said with a dead serious tone."It is alright mom, you do not have to do anything," I tried telling her."This is not up for debate, Damien, end of discussion," Mom brusquely replied and got up from the couch.I watched her pace back and forth the living room with a scary scowl on her face. I was already regretting letting her know about me and dad."Why would he do that to you, his son?" She mused loudly."It has something to do with some numbers that he told me," I told her. "It happened when those soldiers came to take him away," I reminded her."After all those years, he still
Damien 116. Deadbeat father in law.It was horrible when they finally laid Belladonna to rest. I felt Isabella lean against me for support as she cried. She looked away from the grave and turned into my chest. It felt as if she did not want all these things to be real.But Alas, it was. One by one they all left us. The well wishers, the sympathizers. Who could blame them? They were still alive and there was still time left for them."Do you want to be alone with her?" I asked, already eyeballing a mad hiding a camera inside his long coat. He knew that I was watching and yet I could feel that he was still taking pictures.I saw his be-spectacled brown eyes daring me to do something. After all, it the cemetery was public property and he could be here if he wanted to. He was daring me to do something."I do not know what to say, Damien," Sha said helplessly. It drew my attention back to her cry."Anything that comes to mind is fine, Isabella, as long a
Isabella 117.The days that went by after the burial were a painful blur. I was fooling myself if I believed I could go back to work after everything. I wanted to shut the world out and hide away.However, Damien would not let me. He was there through the pain and agony. He was patient and I admired his patience. He forced me to eat, he forced me drink, he forced me to bathe and when there was no life left in me, he forced me to live. He was a patient man and he was there for me.An August visitor came to visit while I was still grieving. It had been so unexpected. But I deducted that it was about time that she reared her head up."We have to prepare for the great ball," Ava said one morning as I prepared for work."The annual end of the year gala for Renaissance, I totally forgot," I exclaimed wearily."It is not your fault, Isabella, you have been through enough," Ava said kindly."I and Grace were working on it with Jackson," I recalled loudly."Well, it is
Damien 118.The silence that followed was uneasy and loud. What Natalia was saying was out of the question."She was never an employee in the first place," I reminded Natalia."Well she would like to be," Natalia said."This discussion does not concern me," Isabella said in a dry tone and stood up. "I will be in the car," She added and stood up."I think it does, sweetheart, you are in charge of the end of the year party my mom is always so crazy about, and Camilla wants in," Natalia replied."I am not working with you, ever again," Isabella looked directly at Camilla before storming out.I was about to stand up before mom stopped me."Let her go, She needs to calm down," Mom said so with great reluctance, I sat down. This whole thing was making me upset.Mom sat back and scrutinized Camilla and Natalia with a suspicious gaze."Look, Ava, I know we do not get along but clearly you of all people should know about second chances," Natalia said."The problem is if
Isabella 119."Are we being followed?" Damien asked in a calm tone."Negative," Jackson said as he drove us to the office."Who were those men?" I asked Damien as my heart began to slow down."If I guess right, friends of my dad," I told her."Vito is behind this?" I asked in disbelief. The last time I saw Damien's father, he was in an impromptu conference meeting and he had been silent and sullen.He had refused to look me in the eye through out the duration of the meeting and yet he would not hesitate to resort to his violent ways."What does he want from us this time?" I asked in a weary tone."Not us, me," Damien answered. "He believes that I have something that belongs to him," He added."And he will resort to anything to get it back," Jackson added as he pulled over in front of the curb that led to the office lobby.Damien followed me to my floor and would not leave until he was satisfied that office was safe. It was almost ridiculous but it calmed him dow
Damien 120.Jackson was on the same floor as Isabella so I walked to his office. I entered without knocking only to find one of his female coworkers on his laps, kissing him. The lady jumped up with fright and hastily exited the office."Ever heard of knocking?" Jackson asked sarcastically."Is this what I pay you for?" I asked."Nope, but it comes with the job," Jackson said. "So unless your wife is actually in danger, I do not know what you want from me," He said."I need you to hunt someone down for me," I told him."Who made the mistake of crossing you today your highness," He asked."Isabella's father.""The stranger at the funeral?""Yeah. He is becoming a real problem," I answered. I showed him the pendant that was sent to Isabella."He sent this through a courier but there was no return address," I told him."It seems like daddy wants to hang around for a while," Jackson said as he took the silver necklace off my hand and closely examined it. "This is ori
Isabella 121.I noticed something about the way Michael spoke to Damien. It was beyond platonic and what stuck me as odd was that they both had some sort of resemblance and I the playful banter sounded so familiar."Let's get to it," Michael said, straight to the point. "We have reason to believe that your mom was murdered," He said.Damien and I both looked at each other."Damn it. You both know," Michael said and leaned back in frustration."Arsenic acid," I said to Michael.Michael threw Damien a suspicious glare. "That is police information, how do you know that?" He demanded."Someone sent it to my email on my computer this morning," I told him. "When I searched for the email that sent it online, there was no results," I added."Whoever this person is, they know know how to stay hidden," Michael said. "I am currently investigating this matter but it is being done secretly, there is enough heat on you as it is," Michael said.I was wondering if I should tel
Isabella As I lay on the floor, bound and helpless, a whirlwind of emotions swirled within me – fear, uncertainty, and a desperate longing for safety and freedom. But just when it felt like all hope was lost, the door burst open, and there he was – Damien, my husband, my savior.Relief flooded through me as I saw him stride into the room, his presence a beacon of strength and determination amidst the chaos. With him was Jackson, his trusted ally, who had helped orchestrate our rescue. I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards both of them as they quickly moved to untie me and Ava, their movements swift and efficient.As the ropes fell away and I rose to my feet, I couldn't suppress the overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude that washed over me. Damien enveloped me in his arms, holding me close and whispering words of reassurance and comfort as tears of relief streamed down my cheeks.Together, we made our way out of the room, leaving behind the nightmare that had thre
Damien My gaze never wavered from Vito's face as I listened to my arch nemesis. The gravity of the situation got more and more deadlier as the night wore on. The papers were still in Vito's hand as I kept the phone to my hear.My father had an inquisitive look on his face as he watched me closely. The line went dead and I put the phone back into my pocket. I collected the the contract and without breaking eye contact, slowly tore it up right in front of him.Vito's eyes widened in shock and utter disbelief. "What the fuck are you doing?" He yelled maniacally as he knelt on the floor trying in vain to join the piece of paper together in a futile attempt.For the first time in my life, I saw him for what he was. An empty barrel of a man, a pathetic and sorry excuse for a husband to my mother and a fucking dead beat piece of shit of a father. I felt nothing but contempt and disgust as I watched him scrambled across the whole floor."Do you know what you have done?!" He yelled at me as h
Isabella As Ava was pushed into the room, I felt a rush of relief flood through me at the sight of her, mingled with a fresh wave of fear for our uncertain future. She stumbled slightly, her eyes wide with shock and confusion, but when she saw me, her expression softened with a mixture of relief and concern."Isabella, darling, are you alright?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion as she hurried to my side.I reached out to her, my hands shaking as I clutched hers tightly, drawing strength from her presence despite the terror that still gripped me. "I'm scared, Ava," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what's going to happen to us."Ava's eyes filled with tears as she wrapped her arms around me, holding me close in a comforting embrace. "We'll get through this together, sweetheart," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."But before we could say another word, the door swung open once again, and Camilla e
Damien As I waited anxiously for Camilla's instructions, every second felt like an eternity. My mind raced with a thousand thoughts, each one more frantic than the last. Where was she keeping Isabella and Ava? What did she want from me? And most importantly, how could I save them from whatever danger they were in?The minutes ticked by agonizingly slow, the silence of the room weighing heavily on my shoulders. I felt a surge of frustration building within me, the urge to take action and do something, anything, to rescue my wife and mother from the clutches of their captors.Finally, the sound of my phone buzzing broke the silence, and I quickly grabbed it, my heart pounding in my chest. It was Camilla, her name flashing on the screen, and I answered it without hesitation."Damien," her voice came through the line, smooth and composed as ever. "I trust you've had some time to think about our situation."I clenched my jaw, my grip on the phone tightening with barely contained anger. "W
Isabella As consciousness slowly seeped back into my mind, I found myself engulfed in darkness. Panic surged through me as I struggled to make sense of my surroundings, the weight of my own fear pressing down on me like a suffocating blanket.My heart thundered in my chest as I became aware of the rough bindings cutting into my wrists and ankles, the coarse fibers digging painfully into my skin. Panic tightened its grip around my throat as I realized the full extent of my helplessness, the stark reality of my captivity crashing down on me with brutal force.Frantic thoughts raced through my mind as I struggled against my restraints, the panic threatening to consume me whole. Where was I? How had I ended up here? And most importantly, where was Ava?A wave of despair washed over me as I realized that I was completely at the mercy of my captors, whoever they were. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I imagined the worst, my mind conjuring up horrifying scenarios of what fate awa
Damien As I strode through the familiar corridors of the office building, my mind raced with thoughts and plans. Natalia's brazen attempts to undermine me only fueled my determination. I had come too far to let her or anyone else stand in my way.But it wasn't just about me anymore. My family – Isabella, Ava, our unborn child – they were my driving force. I would do whatever it took to protect them, to ensure their safety and security. And that meant taking down anyone who dared to threaten what was mine.And now, as I sat there, surrounded by the trappings of power, I couldn't help but feel a surge of determination. I wouldn't rest until the Founder's Association was dismantled until my family was safe until Renaissance was secure.With a steely resolve, I reached for my phone and began to formulate my next move. There was no turning back now. The game was on, and I intended to win. Immersed in the intricate details of my plan, my phone suddenly rang, jolting me out of my focused s
Isabella Chopping vegetables for the lasagna, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort wash over me. Cooking had always been a soothing activity for me, a way to channel my thoughts and focus on something tangible amidst the chaos of life.Ava, my ever-supportive mother-in-law, stood beside me, offering gentle guidance as we prepared dinner for Damien. "Now, Isabella, remember to slice the vegetables thinly for the lasagna layers," she instructed, her voice warm and reassuring.I nodded, taking her advice to heart as I carefully wielded the knife. "Like this?" I asked, holding up a perfectly sliced zucchini for her inspection.Ava smiled approvingly. "Just like that, dear. You're a natural," she praised, her encouragement filling me with a sense of pride.As we worked side by side, Ava shared her secrets for creating the perfect steak marinade, imparting her culinary wisdom with the patience of a seasoned chef. "The key is to let the meat marinate for at least an hour," she expla
Damien I was watchful during the conference meeting. I took my time to really look at the board members sitting at the table to see if I could see a member of the Founder's Association but none were seated at this conference. Even Rose St Dumas was not present. Maybe she was preparing her cronies of corrupt businessmen and women for the final show down.Camilla Valdez was also not present but Natalia was. I could not tell what was going on in her head as she gazed at me. If her mother was one of them, did that not make her automatically part of tht fold? Was I over reaching? If the plan with the detective worked, it meant that a lot of people will inevitably get hurt. "What is the profit margin for today?" I asked as I got down to business. "Eight percent since last year," Natalia said in a professional manner. "That's lower than last two years," I said with a frown. "That was due to the Al Vegas controversy," One of the board members said. "You mean the embezzlement," I replied
Damien Returning to the office after the recent turmoil felt like stepping into a minefield, each step fraught with the risk of detonating hidden dangers lurking beneath the surface. As I walked through the familiar halls of Renaissance, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gripped me like a vice, a constant reminder of the precarious balancing act I was now forced to perform.Every interaction, every word spoken, had to be carefully calculated and measured, lest I inadvertently reveal the truth lurking beneath the facade of normalcy I presented to the world. I couldn't afford to let slip even the slightest hint of my alliance with Michael, for fear of the consequences it could bring crashing down upon us both.My colleagues greeted me with smiles and nods as I made my way to my office, their cheerful demeanor a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within me. Behind their friendly facades, I couldn't help but wonder who among them could be trusted, and who might be secretly wo