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 136.I might have not thought my actions through because as soon as I sent my resignation letter to Renaissance, things between Damien and I began to get strained. I looked out the window and saw a long Royce pulling up close to the house. Damien was still down stairs after we had our fight. I saw my two worst enemies step down from the car as soon as the driver opened up the door for them.Natalia and Camilla were two ladies who had made life a bit unbearable for me during the times that I was an employee under them. To make matters worse, Damien used to date one of them and even almost married her, twice. However, it did not work out but I believe that Natalia had not yet taken the hint that Damien had moved on.I saw the two women saunter happily into my home to break the news of my departure to my husband. The truth was that I did all these on purpose. I needed Natalia and Camilla to distract Damien while I got the truth from my dead beat dad. I knew that he would never l
Damien 137.I had heard enough of what these two insane women were talking about. I hated how they both looked at me as if they knew something I did not. I hated that I did not know any of their angle or what ever the fuck they were up to. As soon as my wife resigned, things have been rather confusing. Natalia had a problem with letting go and it was beginning to get on my nerves. Camilla was not who I thought she was and I kept feeling like I had been played for a total fool.“Just who the hell are you, Ms. Valdez?” I asked. From then, on, I had decided to play their game. It was the only way to ease my way out of this. I just hated the method that I had used on to get my way.“I am the woman who is going to bring you to the very dark places, Damien,” Camilla said with a cold professional look etched on her face. It disturbed me a little bit because of how sure how very sure she sounded.“You don’t mind explaining the terms, dark places, do you?” I asked.“It is better to show you, t