Isabella 157.I remembered the weight of Damien's secrets that had pressed down on me like a suffocating blanket, smothering me in a web of lies and deceit. As the wife of a renowned CEO, I was no stranger to the dark underbelly of corporate intrigue. But nothing could have prepared me for the truth that lay hidden beneath the polished veneer of the Renaissance.I sat alone in our spacious living room, bathed in the soft glow of lamplight, the silence of the night wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. But despite the tranquility of my surroundings, my mind was anything but at peace.My thoughts drifted back to Damien, his handsome face etched with determination as he embarked on his crusade to cleanse the Renaissance of its corruption. I admired his strength and conviction, his unwavering sense of justice. But beneath the surface, I sensed a darkness lurking, a shadow that threatened to consume us both.I knew that Damien was keeping secrets from me, that there were truths he
Damien 158For the first time in weeks, my wife and I slept together in a room. It was blissful and then we got naked. It had been spontaneous and slow. Isabella took her time to explore my body with her soft small hands. I wanted to go crazy with lust.I had missed the feel and touch of her body on mine and deep down I hoped that she missed me the same way that I missed her. She caressed my chest and slowly trailed her hands down my stomach. She viciously tore away the clothes I had on me as we had a feel of one another.When this was happening, we were in the kitchen. I was down to my boxers before I realized that we were still in the kitchen. However, Isabella did not seem to care about our current location. Her hands were already on my waist band.I could not even tell how we got to the living room but we somehow groped our way to the couch.I did not relent myself, I pulled of her soft shirt and silky bra. I gently fondled one of her breast while I used
Damien 159.I left Isabella's home with a secret security detail. They were a special type of protectors and they were experts at being discreet when doing their job. I hired them so they could secretly keep a tab on Isabella.The drive to the office was grim and I was always lost in thought as I heard a hunk from an angry driver before I realized that I was on the road.Last night with Isabella was magical. We did it again this morning. Then again in the shower. I had reluctantly left for work as I was beginning to get aroused again.I ruminated on the unforgettable talk I had with Isabella's father last night at the coffee shop. He knew too much about Renaissance than I did and I even suspected that he knew even more than Camilla herself.I recalled Emilio walking out of the coffee shop, his ominous warning echoed in my mind. "Protect my daughter with your life or I will take it,“The gravity of his words had hit me like a freight train, leaving me paraly
Isabella 160.Last night had been magical. I still felt happily sore from the abundant love he showered on me in the living room. I almost did not let him get to work this morning because I had missed so much of his touch and warmth.We had risen together and had our bath together. Under the hot shower, we made love after we had a morning quickie. I just could not get enough of this man and it scared me. Although the last night had been filled with good sex, I had trouble sleeping because of the situation we were currently in.In the dark last night, I had laid in bed next to Damien, his steady breathing a comforting rhythm in the darkness, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at my insides.Despite the warmth of his embrace, despite the intimacy we had shared just moments ago, I felt a cold dread creeping into my heart, suffocating me with its icy grip.His assurance had done nothing to ease my fears and I also suspected that he was still hiding something from me. When
Damien 161.I composed myself and adjusted my suit. I had to be very careful from now on. I must not show anyone that I knew anything. As long as I played dumb, everything would be fine until I decided upon the next step of action.I picked up my phone and sent a text message to Jackson.'Code Red'I clicked off and returned it into my inner pocket. I was certain of how deathly serious everything was now. I had to be careful of every decision that I made from here on.It hurt me to realize that I was going to have to let my wife know that are former employers wanted her dead. There was no point in staying at the office.I picked up my car keys and left the building.As I stepped out of the building and into the late morning sun, I knew that the road ahead would be long and treacherous. But I also knew that I wouldn't be facing it alone. With Jackson by my side, and Isabella in my heart, I would do whatever it took to uncover the truth and bring those responsible t
Isabella 162.Renaissance wanted me dead. It felt unbelievable to even think about it. When Damien told me that they kept a secret list of former employees who they terminate due to the fear of leaking out company secret, I did not put think much about how grave it was until he let me know that I was a potential target.I was suddenly paralyzed by terror and dread. I wondered if I would ever live long enough to be a mother before they came for me. I tried to stay calm but Damien saw through my struggle and hugged me up in a protective manner."I will not let anything happen to you, My Cara, I swear on my life," He huskily whispered in my ear. I held on to him for a while before gently letting go. There was a question bothering me."How did you get in touch with my father," I asked him. We have had numerous issues with me going to see Emilio so I needed to understand why he went to see the man that he had forbidden me from ever seeing."I did not get in touch wi
Damien 163.I turned over in the haze of sleep and put my arm around Isabella. I felt only rumpled sheet. Alarmed, I sat up in panic and looked around the room. The discussion of yesterday flooded my mind with fear as I searched for my wife. I was only in a black Calvin Klein underwear as I entered the bathroom to see if she was there.The bathroom was empty. I went out of the room and headed down the stairs. Did she go to her father's house again? I knew that Isabella was very adamant once she had put her mind on doing something. She needed to realize how unsafe she was at the moment.The scent of hot coffee swirled up my nose as I made my way downstairs. I had given the maids a few days off so I had no clue who could be in the kitchen except if it was Isabella. I found her lost in thought as she held a big white mug filled with cream colored coffee."My Cara?" I said and she turned abruptly, her coffee almost spilling."How long have you been standing there?" She asked with genuine
Isabella 164.Overprotective Damien made me uneasy. He was jittery and always looked over his shoulders any time we were outdoors. It seemed like Renaissance was taking its toll on my husband. What was he hiding? What was he not telling me? His whole behavior was making me worried and I wondered about how long I could live with this.Leaving him was out of the question because I sensed Camilla's interest in my husband. He was going to work today and I could see how apprehensive he was about leaving me alone in the house."Do not worry yourself, Damien, the maids will keep me company," I told him as he adjusted his tie."And if there is a problem, please do not hesitate to call me," Damien reminded me for the third time.I smiled. "You better come home to me in one piece, Damien Moretti," I told him. It was not a joke but I beamed at him as I told him. In truth, I was terrified of him going out there into the unknown because as I had come to learn, anything could happen.I walked with