Damien "I hope you did not count on never seeing me again," Rose St. Dumas said as she gazed at me. I could not tell if she was happy to see me or angry. Rose St. Dumas was an old friend of my mom. When everything had gone to shit with my parents marriage while surfing through the teenage years, I had spent some time with her and her husband. Natalia was her daughter and we had both tried to get married but failed both times we tried. "I did not think that there was ever any reason for you to want to see me," I replied as I reluctantly closed the door behind me. I had no idea why she was here but I knew that she did not come in peace. Rose was sitting comfortably in my office chair with her legs sultrily crossed. Although she was way older, she was still very beautiful and attractive. "That is not a very nice way to think of me, Damien," Rose said. "I was not being deliberate hurtful," I told her. "But you were hurtful, and that is what it boils down to," Rose said. "I apolog
Isabella It could not be. I refused to believe it. I dropped the call and left a confused-looking Emilio where he stood. "What is it, Isabella?" Emilio asked with concern. I was too disoriented to answer as my heartbeat increased exponentially. I did not want to believe that it was who I thought it was. Maybe I had overreacted and it was somebody else entirely. I played the event of this morning in my head as I took a seat on one of the couches in the living room. I struggled to breathe as I tried to relax. "Isabella, who was it? You look pale!" Emilio came closer as I struggled. I did not want to admit that it was him but it was him. As I sat beside my father, Emilio, in the dimly lit living room, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions consumed my thoughts. The urge to confide in him battled against the deep-seated fear of vulnerability and betrayal. Part of me longed to unburden myself, to seek solace in his presence and share the weight of my troubles. Yet, another part hesitated
Damien 226I heaved a sigh of relief after Rose's departure, although her presence still lingered like an unwelcome ghost haunting the corners of my mind. Memories, both bitter and regretful, flooded back to me, reminding me of a time when I was young, foolish, and vulnerable.I couldn't help but dwell on the past, on the choices I made and the consequences that followed. Rose St. Dumas, with her alluring charm and captivating presence, had once been a significant figure in my life. She was the mother of Natalia, my ex-fiancée, and a woman whose influence had shaped my formative years in ways I couldn't fully comprehend at the time.My thoughts then turned to Isabella, my wife, the woman who had stood by me through thick and thin, despite the shadows of my past that loomed over us like dark clouds on the horizon. Isabella was my rock, my anchor in a sea of uncertainty, and I couldn't bear the thought of betraying her trust or jeopardizing our future together.But Rose's unexpected reap
Isabella 227I spent the next half hour telling my dad about the person who called. It felt so impossible as I spoke to him about Robert James. Robert was my first boyfriend before I met Damien.However, before I uttered any word to Emilio, I had to get myself together because hearing the voice of my presumed dead ex had rattled my world.Maybe if Damien had been here, things might have been a little better and his presence may have helped me calm down a lot quicker but he was not and I was unfortunately stuck with my estranged father who knew nothing about my life."I knew him before I met Damien," I started. "But then, I was working under Camilla, and she was the reason we ended things," I said.Emilio said nothing but the rapt attention on his face gave me the courage to continue."It turned out that Robert was somehow involved with Camilla but he would not let me know what was going on between the two of them," I recalled, getting angry as the countless scenarios kept on playing in
Damien 228.I was glad to be alone again. The sordid conversation with Rose had been mentally draining and it could affect how productive I was going to be today. I had no idea what to do or even how to feel about that whole drama.There were things to be done and people to protect. If Emilio was right about the impending doom that was to come for all the employees at Renaissance then I needed to work fast. With the ever-increasing appearances of foes, it was certain that I needed more allies on my side.It was time to call in some big guns.As I sat at my desk, engrossed in the day's tasks, my phone suddenly rang, jolting me out of my concentration. With a sense of unease gnawing at my gut, I picked up the call, only to be greeted by the trembling voice of my wife, Isabella."Damien," she whispered, her voice quivering with fear, "you need to come home right now."The urgency in her tone sent a chill down my spine, and I felt a cold sweat break out acr
Isabella As I sat alone in the dimly lit living room, the minutes stretched into hours, each one filled with an unbearable sense of fear and anxiety. My mind raced with thoughts of Robert James and the terror he had instilled in me with his menacing phone call. Every sound outside the window made my heart leap into my throat, every creak of the floorboards sent a shiver down my spine.I longed for Damien's reassuring presence, for the comfort of his arms wrapped around me, but he was still nowhere to be found. The weight of my fear pressed down on me like a leaden blanket, suffocating me with its suffocating embrace.Emilio, my father, sat across from me, his face a mask of concern and anger. "We can't just sit here and wait for him to come after you," he said, his voice tight with emotion. "We need to take action, now."I nodded, my throat constricted with fear. "But what can we do?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "He's out there, somewhere, waiting to strike."Emilio's eyes bl
Damien The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to suffocate any semblance of peace or tranquility. His steely gaze bore into mine, accusing and unforgiving, as he leveled a barrage of accusations at me, each one hitting its mark with painful precision."You've done it again, Damien," Emilio spat, his voice laced with barely concealed anger and contempt. "You've put Isabella in danger, just like you always do."I bristled at his words, the sting of his condemnation cutting deep into my already battered conscience. I knew he was right—my actions had once again jeopardized Isabella's safety, leaving her vulnerable to the whims of those who sought to do her harm."I didn't mean for this to happen, Emilio," I said, my voice strained with emotion. "I never wanted to put Isabella in danger. I was just trying to protect her."Emilio scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping his lips as he shook his head in disbelief. "Protect her?" he scoffed. "You call this protection? Bringing danger to
Isabella Damien's threat to Robert over the phone concerned me. He was dead serious when he said those cold icy and yet brimming hot with pure hatred. Damien was very handsome but he could also be terrifying to gaze at when he was pissed.After his outburst, he had retired upstairs, ashamed to look me in my eyes. I understood that he did not want me to ever see him that way so I gave him his space.My mind was consumed by a whirlwind of emotions, each one more tumultuous than the last. The revelation of Robert's return had sent shockwaves through the fragile peace of our lives, shattering the illusion of safety and security that I had clung to so desperately.Fear gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, a dark specter lurking in the shadows of my mind, threatening to consume me whole. I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that hung over me like a heavy cloud, casting a pall of uncertainty over everything I held dear.Was he here to wreak havoc on our lives once again, to tear us apa
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