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
Damien 165.I was deep in research when the devil I was coming after came into my office. I was reading about the obituaries of the employees of Renaissance before. I kept on working as she stood there with her hands on her hips."You are not using your office computer," Camilla said."How nice of you to notice," I replied as I continued reading."Every work related to Renaissance should be done using only company products, you have to type your work on your office computer, Mr. Moretti," She said professionally."I know the rules, Camilla but this is not company company work, this is personal," I told her.She gave me a look that said she did not believe me but I did not care."Mind telling me about this personal work of your?" Camilla asked."The only thing that I can tell you is that it is personal. Is there anything else I can do for you, Camilla?" I retorted curtly."As a matter of fact, there is," Camilla said and took a seat. I groaned inwardly. "Senator Kelly is inviting you t
Isabella 166."The report came back," Damien announced as he came out of the bathroom. He looked so hot and steamy with a towel wrapped tightly around his waist. He had another towel on his head and was cleaning his hair vigorously.The report he was talking about referred to the mysterious box that got sent to me. Inside the box was a severed male genitalia with the scrotum still attached. It had been surgically cut off. I felt sorry for whoever it belonged. Why would anyone even send that kind of vile thing to me?What was the reason behind it? I wondered as cold blood ran down my spine. It was so horrible to think about it and I knew that it would take a while for me to get over it.The cops had kept on asking me who I believed was behind it but there was nothing that I could tell them. I had an inkling that it would make things worse if I involved the police."You are not going to believe who it belonged to," Damien said as he went into his closet.I was not
Damien 167.I admired his bravery for coming to my house. I was fighting a lot of urge to throw him out but I did not think that Isabella was going to like that."How did you know about the package?" I asked him, more like demanded because I especially told the police to keep it hush."You are not as discreet as you think you are, Damien," Emilio replied with scoff."Can we all at least seat down?" Isabella asked."He is not welcome in my house, Isabella," I curtly."And you are not fit to be anyone's husband but here we are," Emilio replied sarcastically.I took a deep breath and balled my fist."You are pushing your luck, old man," I muttered under my breath and sat down."Dad? Please sit," Isabella said and I could vividly hear the soft endearment in her voice."Dad?" I asked in disbelief. "Since when?""Do not be so surprised, Damien, not everyone is like Vito," He spat out with malice. He was really pushing his luck."That is enough!" Isabella snapped
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