Isabella 126.Why did everyone believe that they knew what was best for me? Even the man that mysteriously disappeared when I was a child believed that he knew what was best for me. I could not believe the life that I was currently living was real.“Do not take this the wrong way, I am sure that he is fine young man, but he will only put you in danger,” Emilio said.“And what do I call you? Safe?” I asked sarcastically. I was not interested in his approval. “I went from foster homes to foster homes, and the only stagnant thing in my life was mom, so skip the whole disapproving father bullshit and tell me what is exactly going on,” I said angrily.“A hit was put on your head today,” He said in a quiet tone. I went cold from shock. “Do you want to take a guess at who was behind the trigger,” He added.I was not sure that I wanted to know.“Vito Moretti,”This was the third time that I would be targeted by the man that was unfortunate enough to be Damien’s father. Why did he want me dead
Damien “You think the Japanese were the only corrupt ones? Think about it, how did they know your wife before you?” He asked with that nonchalant attitude he had earlier. The same attitude that got him laid on his back. I had no intention of engaging him again. He was expecting me to attack, he was daring me. What he said made me realize I had no idea what was happening.“Okay, here is how it goes, I am going to a secret club and you are free to join me if you want answers. Or you can be on your way right now to go and find your wife if that is a priority,” He said indignantly.I had no idea where he was going with this but I knew how pointless it would be if I kept on searching for Isabella. She was with her father and when she returned, there had better be a good explanation for her behavior. I did not want to admit it but I was hurt and I felt betrayed which made me want to break Vito’s jaw. I nodded at his invitation.“This had better be worth it,” I muttered.“Oh trust me me, it
Isabella My heart was thumping hard in my chest as the man that was my estranged father stood far away from the door and pointed his gun at the door. I did not hide in the closet like he told me to. Instead I waited, confident that I could protect myself. “The first rule of owning a gun is to never let them know that you are carrying one,” Damien had told me when we were at the shooting range and he was teaching me how to hold the gun.In the end, I had chosen a gun called a Beretta with bullets that were called forty fives. It was a very difficult learning process. I hated the recoils the gun produced but over time, and in other to please Damien, I had gotten used to it. I was not an excellent shot yet, but in a circumstance like this, It could prove useful. But I was afraid of shooting anyone. I was afraid of taking a life. I hoped that Emilio knew how to use his gun.“Who is it?” Emilio asked in a calm clear voice. His hand never wavered as he pointed the gun at the door.“It’s me
Damien 131I was not expecting to see my wife when I got down from the Limousine. Even more, I was surprised to see her with Emilio, her estranged father. I saw a look etched on Isabella’s face that was filled with questions and accusation at the same time. I wondered what she had been told. What baffled me the most was that Marcus, the husband of the woman I had been I the vehicle with was here with my wife. What was going on?“It seemed like everyone is here after all,” Rose said. I ignored her and went to where Isabella was.“What happened? Where did you go?” I asked.“Why is she in the car with you?” Isabella asked me, referring to Camilla.“I have no idea what role she is meant to play in our lives but she is involved in all these somehow,” I told her, helpless. But she had not answered my question.“You still have not told me why you disappeared all of a sudden, I believed that you were kidnapped,” I told her, throwing Emilio a dirty look. He regarded me with a steady and cold g
Isabella 132.I was disturbed by Camilla’s presence. I was concerned by her newfound position of power. I realized that I never had an inkling of the kind of person to was. I could not deny that I was worried about how closer she was to the whole thing because I mistook her for an outsider of the company. I could not forget the way she had glared at me when she saw me nor could I forget how she was eyeing my husband like a piece of meat. The joke was on her because Damien would never fall for someone as cruel as her. I was glad for a moment that I was with child, but it seemed dangerous to let her know that I was pregnant.I adamantly waited outside the entrance of the mysterious meeting, dying to know what was so important that someone like Camilla was allowed in and not me. I was loyal and proactive. What the hell was she? She had wrong taste in men, and she worked with con men and pedophiles. The more I thought of it, the less it made sense to me. Renaissance was a massive box of m
Damien 133.I had never wanted to knock out someone so bad until I met my wife’s father. Never had I met someone who was so meddling. He came out of nowhere to save the day and all of a suddenly wanted to play dad. The way everybody thought that they could just come into my life and start making decisions for me. The drive to our home was filled with an uneasy silence from Isabella.After Emilio had basically forced the truth out of me and I was appalled by just how much he knew about Renaissance. I needed to find out how he knew what he knew. Just who the fuck was Emilio Montenegro? The more Jackson drove towards the house, the more I dreaded the impending conversation I was going to have with my wife.The things that I had heard in that meeting filled me with rage and despair. What hurt me the most was that mother had been present and stoic all through. She was quiet throughout the meeting and if I did not know better, I believed that she was part of those who were against me.Senat
Isabella 134.There was a nervous pit in my stomach as we got closer to home. Jackson the jovial bodyguard was grim with worry as he drove the car and looked at the rearview mirror almost every time. Her would glance at the side view mirrors too every chance he had. He was in ultra-watch dog mode and I was confident that he could spot anything that stood out of place as he drove.I looked over at Damien, who was looking moodily out of the window. He was not really looking at anything because it was the only way he could avoid any form of conversation with Jackson still present.We both quickly and silently walked into our apartment without saying a word to Jackson. It was a really long hard and bad day and his funny or snarky comments were not going to cut it. I had believed that we would at least make it into the bedroom before we fell apart, but we could not even make it to the staircase before we both erupted.“I can not believe that you willingly went with him, behind my back,” Da
Damien 135.I was left with a myriad of emotion as soon as my Cara left me. I had seen the look of sadness on her face and without even realizing it, my words had caused her more sadness than I intended. Why could she not see that I was only looking out for her? If she thought that this was a game, then she was sorely mistaken.I had seen how dangerous and depraved some business could be and who they had hired when it comes to protecting their nefarious agenda. I was not going to risk her life by letting her into the dark secrets of the business world. I was so hurt and I knew that she was right. Her feelings were valid and if truth was to be told, I had let Vito had his way for so long because deep down I had been hoping he could at least reach out. Do something to make amends but he had been cold, unrepentant and unremorseful.I would give Isabella the space she needed. In time she would soon come to realize and accept that this for the best. I was still armed and restless. I had a
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