DAMIEN 69I sat in the middle of the room as I thought back to how she reacted earlier. There was a tracker in the car and the ring she was wearing. At least I could keep track of her in case anything went wrong. I chewed on the bagel in front of me. The soft resistance of the bagel yielded to the rhythmic motion of my jaw. Each bite released a burst of warmth, the slightly chewy texture offering a comforting contrast to the subtle sweetness. The taste unfolded with each mastication, a simple pleasure in the act of savoring the familiar satisfaction of a freshly chewed bagel.My phone beeped in my pocket, I placed it on the table and my tracker app beeped again.I signed into the app and the car was not showing on the radar. I tried her ring and it was not in the same location as the car or the house. She was very far away from it. I tried the driver’s number but his phone was ringing and he wanted to pick me up.A subtle knot tightened in my chest as frustration lingered in the air.
DAMIEN 70We stopped at the avenue as we promised and the cops were already waiting for us. They were all dressed like casual people. Some of them planned on using the house before then to infiltrate the building.Luckily, the house belong to a retired officer. By foot we slowly approached the house. Some of the cops took the other parts and posed as gardeners. We used the surrounding bushes to hide from them. They were about ten men at the door. We could take them down but they were armed. “The other members in the second house already kne the formation, the rest know what to do. Damien I need you to be safe because you will be the one to pull her out of that shit hole and corner Robert. We don’t have even staff. I hope you are as strong as you claim,” Officer Michael said and I nodded. Three men rolled over to the other side, I watched as they tranquillized all the men at the front. They all fell to the floor. It seems like it was going to be easier than I expected. They wa
Isabella 71.I was in a surprised daze through out the ride home. I could not believe what Damien had told me as soon as I was cleared to discharge. How could I be so careless? This changed a lot of things. If our marriage was fake, a baby on the way was the real deal."Are you okay?" Damien asked in a meek fashion as he drove.I did not answer him. For some reason, I was mad at him but I could not figure out why. In truth, we both did not know but it felt easier to blame someone."Just know that I am here and this changes nothing between us," He assured me and yet I said nothing."Say something, Isabella," He implored me softly."I have nothing to say to you right now, Damien, this is just too much for me right now," I snapped at him."This is a good thing, Isabella, and I do not understand why you are so upset," He told me with a confused look etched on his face.I will took a long deep breath."Who kidnapped me?" I asked him pointedly."Robert," He answer
Damien 72.It hurt when those words escaped from her lips. It hurt me more than anything that I ever felt. I took a deep breath as I sat close to her. I do not want a baby. It stung. It had been a dream of mine for a day like this to come.More than anything else, I wanted so badly to be a better father than Vito and I would always strive to be a better father.A knock sounded on the door and I went to get it. It was one of the hired maid. There was a tray of food in her hands. I turned to Isabella."We will talk about this later," I told her and excused her so she could eat alone. I wanted her to get better and also take a short sleep. I had changed from my work clothes as soon as I entered my room.A black Jean with leather boots, a black V-neck tee shirt with a matching leather jacket. I needed to get some things done. Earlier, I had called Officer Michael to see if it was possible to see Robert before he was transferred to Red Gate Penitentiary.I took the
Isabella 73.The corn soup was amazing and it went well with the pills I took. I was feeling better but emotionally I was still fucked up. I was glad Damien was out of the house because I did not have the heart to see him again. I fell asleep as soon as I finished eating.When I woke up, I saw that a new iPhone had been left by my side. I ignored it and got off the bed. Damien had told me that my old phone had been taken has part of the evidence against Robert when the case goes to trial.I was in no mood to think about that son of a bitch for now or any other time. I went into the bathroom to rinse my face and dried it up with a towel. I walked back into the bedroom and gazed at the phone on the bed.I suspected that it had to be one of the maids because I could not feel Damien's presence in the house. I wondered where he went. I left the phone and made my way down to the living room. I had no idea what to do to pass time.I sat in front of the television and switched it on with the
Damien 74.Robert backed away in fear as I stepped into the cell. I could see the terror in his eyes as he gazed at me with trepidation. He knew that he stood no chance against me."Sit," I told him.He sat defiantly. I remained standing as I looked at him hard and long."It would cost me nothing to put my hands on you but it would bring me no satisfaction. I have thought of everything I could do to hurt you but nothing new comes to mind," I told him gravely.He said nothing as he watched me with caution."So why are you here?" He finally asked."I am a business man, Robert and I come to you with a deal," I told him.He furrowed his brows as he looked at me suspiciously."What could you possibly have that I need?" He told me with a little arrogance."Your freedom," I said in a grave tone. That shut him up."What about it?" He asked me, his voice faltered a little."You are going to trial. I can stop that from happening. I can convince her to drop the charges against you," I told him,
Isabella 75.While I waited for the phone to boot up, I could not take my mind away from Camila's visit. I had no idea what she wanted from me and I was kinda scared of finding out. Ever since Damien cut her out of his company she had been unhinged ever since.The phone vibrated as it flashed to life. I was so sure that Damien had already put his name in the speed dial. An idea was forming in my mind and it was one that Damien could frown upon. If Vito could attack me then he must surely know about my mother.I could not have him hurting my mother just to get to me. Mother, in her condition had to live here with me. I was sure that no one had this new number and I was going to keep it that way. I was tempted to go online but I knew that it was a bad idea.It was depressing enough seeing my face on the news and moreover, the internet was brutal and unforgiving when it comes to trendy topics like mine. It was a rabbit hole I was not interested in ever entering.
Damien 76.With the vow that I made still fresh on my mind, Isabella and I made our way to the living room. I had ordered the security, after a thorough search on Camila to let her in. The kidnap of my Isabella was still fresh on my mind so Camilla better had something good to say.I was a little shocked to see how stressed out she was. Although her dress sense was as hot as ever. She dressed elegantly but I could see the cracks in her confidence. Isabella and I took a seat on the soft couch across from her and waited.Camilla Valdez, public enemy number— one watched Isabella and I in a peculiar manner. I could vividly make out disbelief in her eyes as she watched us."Would you like some wine?" I asked. There was no need to be a hostile host to her."That's funny," Camila replied. "I was turned away from here when I came here the first time," She said, glaring straight at Isabella."Yes, because I have no desire to see you. Besides, Damien was not in the last
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