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Damien's eyes moved down to the knife that was resting against my wrist and he stopped when he knew that I was serious and I actually was.One step from him and I will cut my nerve.In fact, this is exactly why I came here. The torture is getting too much for me and it is better if I end my life right now. At least I won't have to see my family in pain."Put the knife down, Angel," he pleaded, his voice softer now, tinged with worry.I was a bit shocked to hear his soft voice but I knew that it was just a facade to make me take my steps back so that he could torture me in a crueler and twisted way of his."This isn't the way to handle things."His words were reaching my ear but not my brain. My anger was like a tidal wave crashing over me, drowning out any rational thought. My breaths came in ragged gasps as I held the knife, the blade glinting in the light.When he saw that I had stopped for a few moments and my attention had diverted, he started moving towards me with slow and small
Damien's POV"ANGEL!" A loud shout left my mouth when all of a sudden she collapsed on the ground. I was unable to stand her breakdown; every tear that slipped her eyes was like a dagger in my heart. I hoped to find a way to comfort her, but this was not something I wanted. Bending down, I lifted the upper half of her body onto my arms and gently slapped her face to bring her back into consciousness. "Angel," I called out, shaking her lightly, but she remained unresponsive. My voice was trembling with concern, but she remained unresponsive. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, her cheeks stained with dry tears, and her hair strands clinging to her face. My fingers brushed the strands aside and continued to shake her, only to receive the same heartbreaking response."Damien" My attention drifted to Daisy who was offering water. Taking the glass from her hand, I sprinkled a few droplets on her face and coaxed her to sip, but the water seemed to spill from her mouth, and s
From my early days, my father had been instructing me in matters that would assist me in leading the gang when I eventually took on the role of Mafia King. I was his only heir and he had many hopes for me, which he didn't want me to break.He has extended his illegal business with sweat and hard work, and now that he has grown old, he wants me to take on his empire, extend it, and rule over all the mafia gangs.This was his dream; that's why he wanted me to be like himβa monster who could kill without any shred of remorse!According to him, I was an emotional fool and in our profession, emotions and sentiments have no room.Our mother was with us till the age of twelve; she never liked what my father was teaching me but she couldn't do anything except tell me the difference between right and wrong at the end of the day.Her teachings stayed with me and no matter how much my father tried to make me a monster, the human inside me didn't die just because of my mother.But in all this, I
Angelica's POVI woke up with throbbing pain in my head. My hands instinctively reached out for my head to press it."Angel"I heard a concerned soft voice from Damien, which forced my eyes open, and I got to see his blurry face in front of me.He can't stay away from me even in this state. Part of me wished I could have stayed unconscious."How are you feeling now?" He asked."I was fine before you brought me here," I retorted, looking away.My vision was still blurred, and I had to blink several times to try and bring things into focus. I felt drained and tired like my brain wasn't fully awake. My mind struggled to process anything clearly, whether it was the previous incidents or the way I reacted.Now it feels like I actually lost control and overreacted. It seems like some spirit has taken control over me and I was thrashing around without thinking properly. I even collapsed on his feet, which I am sure must have boosted his ego.Sighing heavily I sat up slowly. Damien moved forwa
I felt a sense of relief hearing his confirmation. At least he was allowing me this chance to spend time with my brother. During that time, I hoped to get answers from him, uncover the truth behind everything, and perhaps even find a way to save him."Damien, I have one more request," I said, rising from my seat.His eyes narrowed at me. I know he has just got ready for one of my requests and asking for one more thing would be too much for him but I want to try my luck."Please, Damien, can I bring something for him to eat?"As he heard my request, his jaw clenched, and his expression grew tense. The last time I had seen my brother, he looked as though he had been starving for days. Only two days had passed since then, and I had a feeling he still hadn't been properly fed."Please," I pleaded once again. My voice choked with emotion as my eyes welled up with tears.His gaze seemed to study every inch of my face, and I found myself in a position I could never have imagined, begging in f
As Philip began recounting the events to me, I listened intently, absorbing every word he spoke."I learned about Damien's father's profession as our bond grew stronger," he said, his gaze still directed at the wall in front of us."He was probably the first person with whom I became so close that it was practically impossible for me to break the friendship, especially when he didn't want to become the same as his father. It's different now, of course, as he's become no different from his father. But back then, he wanted to distance himself from his father's world. He always kept the desire to lead a simple life with his wife and children away from all these guns and blood. He witnessed his father torturing his mother and most probably his father was the reason of his mother's death so he didn't want to become like him because he used to love his mother a lot."He drew a deep breath."He was nice as a person so I thought that I could keep the friendship with him but I never liked his c
Flashback ~Third Person's POVPhilip was lying on the ground, his body battered and almost lifeless. His clothes were torn and his senses were slightly clearer that day because he hadn't been given drugs since morning. Despite that, he could barely summon any energy due to the lack of food over the past three days.He was praying for some miracle to happen and for someone to come for his help. Suddenly, the creaking sound of the front door caught his attention. Weakly opening his eyes against the bright light that pierced the darkness of the room, he focused on the figure that had entered, and to his surprise, it was a feminine figure when he was expecting his captor to visit him and tell him the reason for keeping him hostage. "Philip," the soft feminine voice called out his name.It wasn't difficult for him to recognize the voice because he had heard it multiple times."Daisy?" He was surprised to know that she had come and he struggled to make sense of her presence in this unexpe
Terror!Pure terror!I could see nothing but terror in Philip's eyes as he was telling everything that happened to him on the day that brought these dark days in his life.Not only him but I was equally traumatized listening to his story. I cannot believe that Daisy could do this.We have always heard the story where girls are innocent and they actually are the victims that's why society always believes them but here I am listening to a story where a man is innocent but still, he is getting the punishment for what he never did.I know my brother always used to respect girls because before doing anything to anyone he always thought of me. He always used to think how he would feel if some other boy did the same thing to me. This is the exact teaching my parents give to him.They always used to tell him that if you do something to a girl never forget that you also have a sister at home.And I am happy to know that he is innocent. He didn't lay eyes on her let alone his hands. My belief wa
One year later Third Person's POV Aiden was telling the story of his day to his father while returning home from school. Damien was listening to his story intently when he saw something and abruptly applied the break. "What happened, Daddy?" Aiden asked curiously Damien looked at the flower shop at the side of the street and Aiden understood it. He giggled, his tiny eyes sparkling with excitement, as Damien came out of the car and helped Aiden out. Damien held the finger of his little son, whom he knew was super excited and could hurt himself if not kept an eye on. Aiden jumped in his way as they reached the flower shop. "How may I help you, sir?" the girl selling flowers asked Damien. Damien and Aiden shared a look before both of them said it at the same time. "A bouquet of lavender" The girl's eyes moved at both of them one by one as she chuckled at the bond of father and son. Angel used to think that Aiden was a junior version of Damien but as they started livin
After dance, dinner, and cake cutting, Damien brought me and Aiden to his house.Aiden was half asleep by the time we reached here because he danced like crazy, gaining the attention of everyone. He is surely going to have more pictures than us.Daisy took on the responsibility of keeping him to herself for the night. Looking at the cuteness and innocence of our baby, everyone thinks that he is easy to handle but in reality, the case is just the opposite."Momma," I heard Aiden's voice, which stopped me in my tracks.As I turned around to look at him, I found him rubbing his eyes with one hand while the other one was reaching out for me, his tiny fist opening and closing in rhythm, asking me to take him in my arms.I knew that he would wake up and then he would surely ask for me. At the moment, if I don't take him and put him to sleep, he will cry so badly that it will become impossible for even me to calm him down.Daisy patted his back, trying to put him to sleep again but I knew th
All of us came back to the venue and Damien didn't leave my hand, even for a second.It felt like he was afraid that I would run away from him but now that I have accepted him, I have done that with an open and clean heart. I have decided not to think about that bitter past and to start a new life with him on a happy note.As we entered the venue, we met with the most unexpected guest. Damien looked down at me, asking if I had any clue about them but I was equally clueless. I am sure Philip and Richard must have arranged it.Suddenly, Damien was hugged tightly. It was his mother. She hugged him tightly."I missed you," she mumbled.Damien hugged him back. She pulled away and engulfed me in her arms as well. I felt her warmth and love through that hug.Daisy was standing at a hand distance from us, looking at her brother with small tears in her eyes. Two months ago, I came to know that Damien has cut all the ties with his sister and they haven't met in the last four years.I could see
Philip and Richard stepped towards us as we moved away and stood side by side.Unable to meet my gaze with Richard's, my eyes moved down on their own.For the first time, I couldn't understand what's going on in Philip's head from his body language. I know he would not be happy with this decision of mine.Damien was still having eye contact with them, ready to face whatever they had to say, while my eyes were still low. My heart was beating fast in my chest and my body was frozen in the arms of Damien.I was stuck in the situation of choosing my family's will over my love, and this time I decided to go with my heart, because if I had gone with the first, it would have ruined three lives.Suddenly, Damien moved his arm away from my waist. My eyes snapped up in surprise as I thought that Philip must have pulled Damien away but I was completely surprised when both of them hugged.What? Philip is hugging Damien. From what I felt, it was Damien who hugged him first because his hands were
"Damien," I called out while turning around but there was no response.How could he disappear in a blink of an eye?Was it just a dream?No! The familiar sensation on my forehead, at the place where he kissed me, was still there. I am sure he was here."Damien!" I called out again.When no response came and I was sure that he was not in the room, I ran to the window and looked down to find a man walking towards the exit with his head hanging low.It was Damien"DAMIEN!" I called out with all the energy inside me.He turned around. His eyes were brimming with tears, and his lips curled into a small smile. He waved his hand to me and walked away."Damien!" I again called out my hand, reaching out for him but he was gone.I blinked and focused but he was already out of my sight. I turned around and ran to the door. At the same time, Philip came inside."Angel," his eyebrows drew in confusion as he looked down at me. "What happened?" "Damien," I cried "What happened?" His eyebrows drew
As I entered the house, I found it dark and silent.Where is everyone?Aiden was waiting for me at home. I bought him chocolates as well. Where is he? Where is Mom?I flinched at my place and my soul almost left my body when a party popper burst near my ear. Suddenly, the room was filled with lights and when I moved around my eyes, I found all my family members surrounding me. They were waiting for me to give me a surprise but I am not sure what it is because there is still time for my birthday."Congratulations!!!!" Mia came to me excitedly and hugged me tightly.My hands hesitantly wrapped around him. But why is she congratulating me?"Congratulations, Angel," Mumma and Philip squealed at the same time."Congchachulason, momma," Aiden said in his baby voice.My squinted eyebrows and confused eyes moved at each one of them. I know I was expected to say thank you but I was utterly confused."We are so happy that you said yes for the wedding," Mia said.Ohh! Now it settled in. But how
Richard was completely shocked to know about my past. He was left speechless when I told him everything about my first meeting with Damien, Philip's fake death rumor, my auction, Damien's treatment, the truth and me leaving him at the end. He just listened to me intently without questioning anything but he was all ears to me. I felt relieved to tell him all this because it was like a burden on my heart especially when he was thinking about his life with me. Along with a mentor, he is my good friend as well and I could share things with him without the fear of getting judged. "Since then I have shut the doors to my heart, not allowing anyone to make its way inside." A long silence followed my words. He seems lost in my story, his mind replaying things I said. "Do you still love Damien?" He asked finally breaking his silence. He was silent while I was telling him the whole story of my life but his one question was enough to make me go silent. Drawing a deep breath, I gulped down.
As I stepped out of the car my phone started ringing. When I took it out of the clutch, I found that the call was from mother. I am sure Aiden must be calling me. Today is Sunday, and I had some work, Aiden wanted to come along with me but I brought him with me because I needed to talk to Richard. This is why I am here! I have called him in a cafe to have a conversation and I know no matter how much Aiden is involved with his own things, he keeps an eye and ear on me. He always hears what his mommy has to say whether it is meant for him or not and he understands it or not. And then I have plenty of questions waiting for me before going to bed. "Hello" "Hello momma" came his chirpy voice from the other side of the call "Aiden misses you" I am sure he is pouting. "Come back soon" As during the weekdays, I stay busy with courts and cases, he gets only one day with me and he doesn't want to stay even a second away that day. I am sure he must be cutting the time by looking at the c
It's been two weeks since that incident and I am still not over it. I still have the guilt that, because of me, my baby suffered. Aiden has now fully recovered, and he has also started going to school. The doctor asked me not to give him too much stress so I applied for one week of medical leave for him. He was happy about missing school and enjoyed the leaves as if they were holidays.Today I took a day off because I wasn't feeling well. I wanted to pick up Aiden today but Philip wouldn't let me go. He asked me to take a rest, and this is why I took the leave.I was going through my phone while waiting for my baby when the door opened. As usual, I expected him to barge inside the home and shout, telling each and every corner of the house that he had returned from school but instead, he came inside silent with his lips tightly pressed together. His eyes were low and the energy in him was missing.My eyebrows drew in confusion as my eyes flicked up at Philip, asking what was wrong with