DAMIEN'S POV.
I retracted my hand from her neck and glared balefully at her. She disgusted me.
"Get out of my house! I don't want to repeat myself." I yelled and stepped away from her.
Nicola smirked darkly; she simply walked past me and went to sit on my couch.
My eyes widened in anger and I faced her with disbelief written all over my face.
"How dare you sit on my couch? After everything you've done? Do you know the damage that you've caused, you ruined that poor girl's reputation!""If you wanted to do anything, you shouldn't have involved her. It's me you wanted, you should have come at me!" I yelled, shaking in anger.
Instead of showing any remorse or at least fear. She parted her legs and placed one of them on the couch, showing me her panties.
This was the height of shamelessness.
The next thing I saw her doing was taking her hands into her gown and removing her panties. She was so desperate to have me but was the first person to push me away. How hypocritical was she?
"If you want me off your couch then come here and show me what you can do." She chuckled sinisterly.
Quickly, I turned my face away from her. Not because I was tempted by anything she showed me but I couldn't stand her anymore.
"I have to find Elise," I said to myself and walked towards the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Nicola asked but I didn't bother turning back to look at her.
I ran up the stairs and went to my room to take my car keys. Once I got a hold of it, I dashed from my room and briskly climbed down the stairs.
"I asked you a question! Where are you going?" the demented woman yelled.
I stopped walking and shot a murderous look at her but she wasn't shaken.
"I'm going to look for the woman that I love," I replied and walked away.
"You can go ahead but who knows? You might be returning with her corpse!"
Her words made my steps come to a halt. I didn't know if that was a threat or if she had already sent someone after Elise.
Elise had lost her reputation, she couldn't lose her life because of me. I couldn't allow that.
I didn't know where to look for her because I was certain that she wouldn't return to her parents' house.
Rushing to the garage, I chose one of the fastest cars I had. I did not care if I had to search this entire city but I had to find her.
I entered the car and put the key in the ignition. I started the car and the engine roared to life, in a minute, my foot pressed on the accelerator and I sped out of the garage.
On the way out, I made some calls to a few people who could help me in searching for her. I continued driving on the road, looking at the pedestrian lanes, hoping to see her walking on them.
"Princess, where are you?" I whispered, worriedly looking out of my window.
At one point, I stopped the car at the side of the road and anger overwhelmed me.
I wasn't just angry at Nicola but at myself. I allowed my heartless nature to get the better part of me. Even if I was angry at her, I should have allowed her inside.
I didn't think about her safety or well-being. If anything happened to her, I would never be able to forgive myself.
"Princess, I'm so sorry," I muttered and placed my head dejectedly on the steering wheel.
I sighed and brought out my phone, hoping to get a message or some information but nothing came. Just as I was losing hope of ever finding her, my phone beeped.
A smile graced my lips as my fingers flew on the screen of my phone. I checked my notifications and to my displeasure, it was from F******k.
I wanted to ignore it but something within me told me to check. I checked the notification and someone had tagged me with a photo of Elise, drinking in a bar.
Delight filled my eyes at the sight of her picture. I stared long at the photo and recognized where the bar was.
I kept the phone back in my pocket and quickly started my car. I drove so fast that in a few minutes, I arrived there but to my dismay, she wasn't anywhere in the bar.
I looked around and showed people her picture including the bartender but they hadn't seen any trace of her around.
My shoulders dropped and sadness filled my heart. I left the bar and checked up to three bars but she wasn't in any of them.
Unable to bear the regret and pain I was feeling, I decided to stay in one of the bars and drink. It was obvious that I had lost the woman I loved.
She was the first person to cherish me for who I was. She didn't fall in love with my money but with me.
Without hesitation, she came to me in her time of need but I pushed her away.
"What have I done?" I sighed heavily and ran my fingers exasperatedly in my hair.
"Sir, what do you want?" the bartender asked.
I told him to give me a shot of whiskey and slowly I drowned myself in alcohol. I went from being tipsy to being fully drunk.
I burped slightly and made up my mind to leave. I was still going to drive and had to focus even a little.
"Thanks," I said to the bartender as I dropped my cash on the counter. I came down from the chair and was about to leave when my eyes beheld the love of my life walking into the bar.
"My princess." I smiled in relief and staggered a little as I rushed to her.
My hand cupped her cheeks and I looked into her eyes. My eyes weren't deceiving me, she was Elise but she seemed disoriented and drunk.
"Elise," I called her name softly.
She smiled at me, probably not recognizing me.
"Your voice sounds so sexy." She said and laughed drunkenly. She almost staggered backwards but I got a grip of her waist.
"Are you okay?"
"No." She shook her head and leaned forward, instantly pressing her lips on mine.
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A hotel room was the next place we ended up, we were presently on the bed being consumed by passion.
I couldn't stop myself from kissing her, rolling my tongue in her mouth and sending her clothes to the east.
The taste of alcohol in her mouth made her more intoxicating. I didn't want to stop kissing her. I wanted her as much as her drunken self wanted me.
My princess was back, we would be together forever but then I forgot our lives weren't a fairytale. It was actually hell on earth.
CHAPTER 7 — From rags to riches. Elise's POV. My eyes slowly opened and my nose was welcomed with a scent that I found familiar. I tried moving my body but a pair of hands were firmly wrapped around me. As my eyes fully opened, they were staring at someone's hairy chest. Curious and terrified to know who I was lying with, I raised my head slowly and my eyes widened in shock. "Damien" I gasped but instantly closed my mouth. I wriggled slowly out of his grip because I was disgusted by his embrace. Last night, he slammed the door heartlessly in my face and now, he had his hands wrapped around me. Something wasn't adding up. Successfully getting out of his arms, I quietly crawled out of the bed. As my feet touched the cold floor, I let out a soft gasp. I lowered my eyes to look at myself and I was completely naked, there were also dried blood stains between my thighs. Tears stung my eyes and I looked at him, he was also naked as well. My hands desperately flew to my head as I tr
Elise's POV. "Elise, I know that you might not want to return to California but it's high time you get over your fears. And anyway, no one would be able to recognize you." Jones said. Jones was wrong about me being afraid but he was right about my hidden identity.I was known as the faceless model for a reason. It was a nickname I was given because I never revealed my face. I always wore a beautiful mask that made my identity unknown. This made me different and so special from every other model. My walk and body were perfect but my masked face attracted more attention to me. I became the hottest and most mysterious model in Country N, and from there, my fame spread around the world. The rest is history.Jones was also unaware of certain things about me. He didn't know one crucial detail about me which was my real name. He thought my real name was Annabel Claw. My life was surrounded by secrets but it didn't matter as far as it was perfect. "Annabel, you aren't saying anything.
Elise's POV. I dodged the knife, by tilting my head. The knife ended up hitting the mirror and causing it to break.Quickly, I moved away from there but I wasn't planning to run. I didn't know her but I needed to know what she wanted from me. "Why are you here and how dare you try to attack me?" I questioned, my voice cold and raised scarily. "What…do you want from me?" Instead of responding, she got a hold of the knife again and made threatening steps towards me. "So, you ended up getting famous to seduce him again right?" She asked, her voice filled with resentment and malice. "I always wondered who was behind that mask, I always wanted to meet you but the moment you stared at Damien like that. I instantly knew you were Elise." How did she know my former name? What connection did she have with Damien? Was she one of his playthings? "I don't know what you're talking about." I feigned ignorance. Although Nicola's claims were true, I couldn't let myself get drawn in. I didn't kn
Elise's POV. "Annabel, is there something that you're hiding from me?" My manager asked. I jerked out of my reverie and looked up at him. "Why would you ask that?" I inquired with a straight face. He sighed and lowered his gaze before speaking. "I understand that you don't like talking too much about your past but if there's anything that can be dug out and used to ruin your reputation then please tell me." "Anna, I can't help you, if you keep hiding secrets from me. I won't be able to save your reputation if everything goes downhill. So, whatever you've done or has happened to you…" He paused. "Maybe you've spent some time in prison or you hurt someone in the past. Were you a bully in school and that crazy woman was your victim?" When I heard that guess from him, a chuckle escaped my lips. I couldn't believe that he would think of Nicola as the victim. People truly have a strange way of seeing things. "Have I ever shown any trait of aggression before?" I asked with my gaze o
Elise's POV. "Ma'am, she's sleeping." The woman who was behind me whispered. I called her 'woman' because she was the new nanny that I hired to take care of Natalie, my beautiful and cute daughter. The former Nanny had a special place in my heart but she had to leave and take care of her family issues. I believed that's why I couldn't remember the name of the new nanny, I wasn't too used to her presence yet. "She's asleep. Oh, thank you." I turned back to flash a smile at her. "I hope she didn't give you much trouble?" I asked as I sauntered to her small bed. A smile brimmed on my lips as I beheld her beautiful face. She had an adorable attitude like me but she had a spitting image of her father. I wondered why my genes weren't so dominant in the looks because she had her father's dark and intimidating eyes, she had the color of his lips and her hair color was the same as his. She looked like the little female version of him. At first, I disliked that factor but I put such child
Damien's POV. I was in my office, holding a Vogue magazine. On the cover of the magazine was the faceless model, Annabel Claw. The name didn't ring a bell, I had never met her before nor had any contact with her but I couldn't shake off the feeling that I knew her from somewhere. The familiarity was odd but it truly felt like we've met before. Looking at her body now, I couldn't help but get attracted to her glimmering skin, slender long legs, piercing blue eyes, and beautiful little lips. Well, any man would get attracted to such a beauty even without seeing her face but the attraction I felt was different. It was the exact attraction I had for Elise. When I first laid my eyes on Elise, I had to convince myself that she was my step-niece, a naive nineteen-year-old girl and I couldn't crave her. I continued telling myself that but working so close to her, I couldn't resist the vulnerability and innocence that she had. She was too pure for me to defile but I wanted her. There wa
Damien's POV. I looked her dead in the eyes and I could tell how serious she was. Recalling her past deeds, I knew that her words weren't a bluff but unlike before, I was going to do all it takes to protect Elise. "Nicola, I don't care what you do but just know that I spared you before. I overlooked your display of stupidity but if you try anything against Elise, I'm gonna kill you. I'll brutally and gruesomely bring your life to an untimely end." I threatened, making my voice cold enough to send a shiver down her spine. "You know that you can't do anything to me, because my family will bring yours to the ground. So, don't be so arrogant and confident. As for all your talk of 'action and killing' Let's see you back it up." She said, pushing me to the edge. "You're just barking." She affronted me.My hands itched to grab her neck and strangle her to death but I remembered her disgusting reaction that day. I didn't want to see it a second time. "Well, let's wait and see, who ends u
Elise's POV I was in the living room with my daughter, watching the television. A cartoon was being shown but I did not mind watching it because most of my younger days were spent working. I hardly had time to watch television even as a kid; My parents were always against me wasting my time with such things. Father always insisted that I do the chores with Mother and assist her instead of lazing around. My parents never understood what it meant for a kid to have fun sometimes. I couldn't do the same to Natalie, so I allowed her to watch the television but there were limits set in place and she knew them very well. I also spend time with her because I work regularly and she only has her toys to play with. She wasn't going to school but was being homeschooled because of my hidden identity. Natalie was a smart and intelligent girl but she was still a child and children were never good at keeping secrets. "Mommy, Janet is going to school." She said, pointing at a cartoon character o
CHAPTER 127 - The end. Elise's POV. Two weeks passed, and the day of the trial came. Although it came sooner than expected, I was ready to go along with whatever Damien planned. As I walked into the courtroom with my disowned parents, I recalled what they had told me. Father told me to trust him after he discovered the cop was arrested. He insisted that the video was real, making me hate him more. I hated him more than I hated the devil because he was worse. How could he act so passionately about avenging my sister when he was the perpetrator? How could he look like my mother in my eyes and pretend to be a supportive husband? I doubted that my mother knew anything about his crime. She must have believed his accusation against Damien, because why would he rape his daughter? Except she wasn't. I suddenly paused as the new narrative settled into my mind. My father had always been poor and insufferable, what if my mom got tired of him or wanted to help the family and cheated in the
CHAPTER 127 - The end. Elise's POV. Two weeks passed, and the day of the trial came. Although it came sooner than expected, I was ready to go along with whatever Damien planned. As I walked into the courtroom with my disowned parents, I recalled what they had told me. Father told me to trust him after he discovered the cop was arrested. He insisted that the video was real, making me hate him more. I hated him more than I hated the devil because he was worse. How could he act so passionately about avenging my sister when he was the perpetrator? How could he look like my mother in my eyes and pretend to be a supportive husband? I doubted that my mother knew anything about his crime. She must have believed his accusation against Damien, because why would he rape his daughter? Except she wasn't. I suddenly paused as the new narrative settled into my mind. My father had always been poor and insufferable, what if my mom got tired of him or wanted to help the family and cheated in the
Author's POV. Elise's eyes widened and she grasped his hand in shock. She didn't expect him to attempt to hurt her, but she was ready to defend herself. She had already gone through some training and gotten stronger than before. She wasn't going to allow anyone to trample on her again. "You bastard!" She suddenly kicked his groin with her knee and stepped on his foot. He screamed and she used the opportunity to push him to the floor. The moment he fell, she ran away from the room. She called the attention of other officers and he was arrested. He denied the allegations she leveled against him, but he couldn't deny his crimes again when the CCTV footage was played. Elise watched how they took him to a cell and she was so happy about it. "Since he's in jail, I don't think there's any need to get the video. I just have to give the judge this recording and show them the marks of his abuse," Elise uttered, walking to a corner and taking pictures of the officer's fingerprints. "Did
Author's POV. "Go to hell, Damien," Roman spat. "Yes, captain," Damien mocked and left the detention room. Roman turned his gaze to the direction Demirn left and felt very upset. He didn't achieve his aim, which was berating and mocking Damien. "Why does it seem like he was expecting me?" Roman asked himself and frowned. "He was saying the right words and his tone was so dark. I hope he isn't monitoring me in some way or digging up some dirt on me," Roman became a bit suspicious, but then he kicked out the thought. He doubted that Damien would know much about his past and since he had enough money, it would be easy for him to escape punishment. "I can't let that bastard upset me," Roman cleared his throat and unbuttoned his shirt. "He's the one in jail not me, he should be worried not the other around," His words were more like a comfort for him, but deep down he couldn't help being nervous. "Fuck," He cussed, slamming his hand on the table. "I'm going to kill that bastard in
Author's POV. Elise left the police station and made her way to Mercedes' house. Although she could have gone to meet Adaline and Jones, she felt a need to speak with someone less familiar.Mercedes had been a bit trustworthy in the past, and Elise wanted someone who wouldn't judge her decisions because of the relationship they shared. Standing in front of the gates, Elise rang the bell and waited. After a few moments, the gates automatically opened to her.As Elise walked up the path to the mansion and almost reached it, the mansion's door swung open.Mercedes' brimming smile was revealed as she stepped out of the mansion to behold the one she once loved.Mercedes had found a way to kill those feelings she had. Although it took her some time to do that, she eventually succeeded."Elise," Mercedes called, walking briskly towards her.Elise stood and waited for the latter to get to her. As Mercedes reached her front, she cupped her face."What brings you here?" Mercedes asked, curiou
Author's POV.Elise's tears ran down her face like a flood. The pain she felt in her heart was immense. She never imagined that the man she loved would do that to her sister.Damien raped Emerald, who was a minor. Then acted like a savior towards Elise, taking advantage of her naivety."How could he have done that to a little girl? What sort of person is he?" Elise asked herself, slowly dropping to her knees. She trusted him so much and even challenged her parents because of him. She couldn't believe that he betrayed her trust in such a horrible way. "Fuck!!!" Elise cussed, gripping her hair in anger. She hated the fact that she wasn't there to protect her little sister. She felt disgusted about crushing on Damien, loving him and even getting pregnant twice for him. It pained her to the core that she didn't know the sort of monster he was."We told you, right?" Elise heard her mother's voice and her heart shattered."We didn't have any evidence then to prove that he raped her. Alth
Author's POV."What!" Elise exclaimed and sprang up from where she sat. She walked up to where Damien stood and stepped in front of him.The cop had to take a step back because Elise looked so fierce. "What rape are you talking about?" Elise questioned in a tone mixed with confusion and annoyance. "I don't understand you,"She suddenly shifted her gaze from the cop to the people beside him, and her eyes widened a bit. "Mother, father," She gasped at the sight of them, then regretted calling them by those names.She promised not to do that after they mocked her over her downfall during the disappearance of Natalie. "What are both of you doing here with a cop?" Elise asked, doubtful about what the cop said."This bastard was the one who raped your sister to death," Her father confirmed, shocking her."Emerald was raped," Her hands flew to her mouth in surprise.Her parents never stated any details about her sister's death. She always wondered how her younger sister lost her life."Ye
Author's POV.Damien walked to the door and barged into the restroom. He met Elise throwing up into the toilet and he grew more concerned.He moved closer to her and patted her back a little."Easy, take it easy," He whispered, rubbing her back.Elise sighed and raised her head. She walked to the sink and turned on the water. She rinsed her mouth, then washed her face."Are you okay?" Damien asked softly. "Did you eat something you were allergic to?"Elise shook her head and lifted her head. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and squinted a bit.She wondered why she had been feeling nauseous, then realized that she had been experiencing other symptoms as well. She had been feeling sleepy, having mood swings, and experiencing nausea.Those were all pregnancy symptoms and to top it all, she hadn't seen her menstrual period either."My menstrual period," Elise gasped and faced Damien."What's wrong with it?" Damien inquired, his face creased in confusion. "Have you seen it?"Dami
Author's POV.It had been two days since Elise and Damien had their fun. While Elise had resumed her modeling jobs, Damien had been working and planning toward the destruction of Roman.Damien wasn't going to wait for Roman to strike again. He was going to strike first and hard. He had been executing a few schemes and meeting an old enemy of Roman was one of them."Good day sir," Damien smiled as he walked into the old-fashioned office.The office had archaic designs. It lacked the beauty of the modern world, but it had this special and unique feeling of the old period attached to it.Damien loved the statue that he beheld and he liked the painting on the wall. The painting drew his attention more than the man he had come to see.The painting was that of a woman. One side of the woman had fair skin and a touch of rosiness on her cheeks, while the other side had scars, bruises, and tears running down her darkened eyes.The painting was so realistic."Do you want it?" The old man behind