Damien 37.I was going to systematically dismantle this piece of shit that thought I was an easy mark. He had no idea what was coming from him. Not only had Chad Kavanaugh chewed more than he can chew I would make sure he felt every piece of hits I give him.By the time we got home, I had to break the news to her."I have a private court appearance and I need my HR." I said curtly. I was angry that she was going to see that piece of shit."Let me change into something more formal," She told me. I nodded, slightly amused by her professional demeanor."Three minutes," I told her. I loved it when she obeyed. I loved to see those eager stark green eyes sparkle as she aimed to please me."I will be done in two and half minutes," She said and sprinted up the stairs. According to Jackson, I had a to meet the complainant immediately because it was for the good of the company. It was good enough reason.Besides, Isabella worked there also and I wanted it to be a comfortable but albeit competit
Isabella 38.I had no idea what just happened but it was riveting and unexpected. Damien just turned a man who seemed to believe that he was untouchable into a kneeling begging mess. It happened some minutes after Mr. Chad's lawyer walked out on him.I enjoyed the shocked look etched on Camila's face as her plans failed yet again.I wonders what was in the file that scared the lawyer so much that she left in the middle of negotiations.Puzzled, Chad picked up the file and opened it to peer curiously inside. I saw his face go white from astonishment. He closed the file and stared at Damien in disbelief, the blood leaving his face."You made three mistakes," Damien said as he reclined on his chair."One," He began."You listened to her," He said looking at Camila who faltered under his intense gaze."Two, you brought her here with you, which means that you are selling her company trade secrets, I am going to sue you for that," He proclaimed in a calm serious voice
Isabella 39.I tried to stay sane for the next few days but it was impossible. For someone that claimed to love me, Robert was hurting me the most. It was a good thing that, Damien was with me because I did not know what I would have done without his emotional support.I had no idea where Robert was keeping my mother because of that, I had been anxiously waiting for him to send me the location. There was no doubt that Robert had completely lost his mind."I am going to kill him, when I get my hands on him," Damien said in a low dangerous voice."No one is killing anyone, Damien, let us just find her first, her mind his very fragile," I said.My mother, Belladonna Montenegro suffered from a serious bout of dementia and alzheimer's syndrome. So she could be easily manipulated and taken advantage of. That was what Robert was doing to my mother and I was never going to forgive him for that.I was absent minded at work and it helped me tune out Natalia's constant
Isabella 40.The place Robert kept my mother was located in a serene neighborhood just a few kilometers away from the city. It was a high rise loft with a garage and chimney. I pulled over in front of driveway and got out.The apartment had a homely appearance and I remembered that Robert and I had spoken about moving into a house like this whenever we get married. It made me sick to my stomach as made my way to the door.The door opened before I got to it. Robert was standing there in the front with a pleasant smile on his face. He was in a black corporate trousers and tucked in white long sleeve shirt."Welcome, Isabella, Mom is waiting," He said with a beam.He moved in to hug."You touch me, I scream," I coldly said to him. He faltered awkwardly in response.He made way for me to enter into the loft. It was spacious and well furnished with eighties era furniture mixed with modern architecture. It was exactly as I had pictured it but I felt nothing but disgust as
Damien 41.I knew she was gone as soon as I saw Jackson's concerned face. That son of a bitch must have threatened her not to call anyone. I had done a background check on Isabella's mother when I had followed her to the old home.Dementia and Alzheimers. Brutal."Get the car," I told him and stood up unrolling my sleeves and buttoned the cuffs.I reached for my coat that I hung on the wooden stand. I headed for the door after Jackson. We had not even gotten to lift before Natasha sauntered out of it With a determined look etched on her face. Not today."We need to talk," She firmly said roughly pushing Jackson out of her way before standing in front of me.I side stepped her and kept on heading for the elevator. I heard her scoff."Wow, this bitch has really got you by the balls," She said."You are just upset because you no longer have access to them," I curtly replied as I entered the elevator."That was cold," Jackson said as the elevator descended to the ground floor."She asked
Damien 42Isabella was quiet throughout the ride back to the office. She had insisted on not going home because she did not want anything affecting her work. Plus she also did not want to lose to someone like Robert. She refused to be defeated and I admired her bravery.I wondered about the relationship between Isabella and her mother. She always looked so angry any time she talked about her mother. If I remembered correctly, they never got along when I still lived with them in their neighborhood."I am so sorry, Isabella," I said helplessly but she did not reply. She turned towards the window and stared out into the streets. She needed time to get over it.I went to my office while she went to hers.Natalia St. Dumas was waiting for me in my office and I knew that it was time to address the elephant in the room. I was not really in the mood for whatever baggage she wants to bring this morning.She had fixed herself a drink and was looking out of my window at the busy streets and road
Damien 43.The meeting was a blur and Jackson handled most of it. I was absent minded throughout the whole thing because I was apprehensive and mad about the fact that he was back.I had no intention of meeting him and even if I did, it was to kick his ass. I was doing him a favor by refusing to see him."We are afraid that your childish behavior will cost this company a fortune if you do not dial it down, Mr. Damien," one of the faceless board members admonished me.I looked at him. "Care to elaborate on this childish behavior I exhibit that bothers you so much," I inquired."Well, the press has been having a field day with...""I am asking you for what I have done that bothers you, not what the press thinks, all that is just noise," I cut him off coldly."A noise that reflects badly on our image," He countered."And what exactly is wrong with our image? Last week I personally had to fire a pedophile but did the press get to know about that?" I demanded."How did we hire one in the f
Damien 44.The blogs loved had their fun, the social media platforms had their fill and even the company reeled from the massive influx of reactions and before I knew it, Renaissance was trending again.I had to ignore calls for days as I impatiently waited for the buzz to die down. Meanwhile, the person behind the whole thing was generating revenue from my controversy. I had to beef up security just in case Isabella was being harassed online and offline.The internet could be brutal and unforgiven. Isabella was forlorn for most of the few days the news about her mother circulated. Someone had to pay for this. Today, I convinced Isabella to stay home."Let me handle the heat for now, My Cara, work from home," I told her."That is weakness, Damien, I will not bow to their pressure or scrutiny," She replied with great resilience on her eyes."You know what is better that strength? Health. Isabella, you need to mentally strengthen yourself just for a few days
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