Ariana's POV; I reached for my pink strawberry flavored lip gloss and rolled it all over my puckered lips as I patted my lips together making sure that it was evened out. I had little to no makeup on as I prepared for the day ahead of me. Just yesterday I had received an email along with a call to congratulate me on getting the job at Aiden's company, Avilla Corp. Words cannot describe how elated I was because I finally got a reason to leave this prison like house everyday. I opted for starting up immediately for this same reason. I reached for my bag after making sure my outfit-which comprised of a black and white long sleeved, below knee length, with a bow stylishly placed on the left side of my waist corporate dress and stilettoes with twisted straps-was in check. With all said and done, I touched up my hair one more time before picking up my matching white Louis Vuitton handbag as I strutted out of the room. I still had some time to get something light for breakfast so I hea
Third Person POV; Tracy marched up into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. She grunted loudly as she stomped around the room, throwing a fit for absolutely no reason. She had tried working with Aiden some time back but no one had let her. For reasons she could never understand, Damien did not agree to it. In her fit of rage, she decided to not head to her office like she had planned. No one would question her anyway since she was the boss. Tracy owned a fleet of clothing stores, set up and funded by Damien as always. She decided it was best she met up with Aleena so she picked up her handbag and soon sashayed out of the room. She was well on her way out of the house when she stopped at the base of the stairs leading to up to Damien's room. She looked around, making sure that no guard was around to spot her going up there in Damien's absence. She snuck up the stairs and stopped at Damien's door, twisted the knob and pushed it open. She slid in quietly and shut the doo
Damien's POV; I stood at the balcony of my bedroom staring up at the sky for a while with one hand in my pocket. I sipped on my whiskey and grimaced slightly at the strong taste it had. I had been reflecting on Aiden's call for a while and it was beginning to worry me. How on earth had my sister found out about this and how did it escape me that she did not like Ariana? And finally, how the hell did Aiden find out about it? I took another sip to calm my nerves. My mind went over to the beauty on the other side of the hall. We walked past each other like we were strangers, though we were strangers to each other somewhat but this time, it was so weird. I shook thoughts of her out of my head, I had more pressing matters to worry about now. I approached my bed and laid down in exhaustion. I had such a hectic day going from one place to another, reviewing files and let's not forget, attending numerous meetings. My life was stress filled and I did not need any extra from my sister a
Ariana's POV; Four weeks on... I sat in my office speaking to Stephanie about some work stuff while I typed up some things on my computer. I had been working in Avilla Corp for about a month and it had been amazing. The workers here were friendly and so receptive. Unlike back in the house where I had some hostility from Tracy, there was nothing as such here, thankfully. Damien had been away for weeks and we never communicated while he was away. I felt at peace in his absence and the fact that I was working saved me from the prying questions of mom and ma Rosa concerning our relationship. My work was a much needed reprieve from all the drama that would have occured in my presence. The floor's secretary soon appeared at my desk informing me that Aiden had called for me. That was weird because I only came across him a few times since I started working here and we exchanged pleasantries cordially. I just hoped nothing was amiss. Without delay, I excused myself, avoiding Stephanie
I knocked and waited for a while but I did not hear an answer. Out of curiosity, I twisted the door knob and walked in and for the first time in about a month, I was going into this black and white themed bedroom. I stood in the center of the room looking around for Damien but he was not present so I walked towards the portrait situated at one end of the room, next to his bar. The portrait showed a desolate place, torn down by flames, it gave off a gloomy vibe and it somehow got me worried. I discarded the thought as soon as it came, I was an overthinker so I decided it was just my mind going down that path again. I spun around when I felt a presence in the room and shrieked. Damien was standing a little distance away from me, shirtless! I swallowed, taking in the beauty of his well sculpted abs and muscular upper body. I snapped out of my daze and spun back around facing the mini bar while shifting on one foot to the other."Put a shirt on!" I exclaimed, blushing at the thought of h
I stood frozen on the spot watching as he thrashed all over the bed, talking in his sleep. Damien was having a nightmare and he looked like he was fighting for his life in it. My chest heaved up and down in panic. I did not know what to do. My mind was spiralling out of control and when it gave way to the thought of him dying in his sleep with me present, I almost lost it. My over thinking skills always did the most. I eventually snapped out of my daze and decided it was best to wake him up. I tapped him slightly but silly me, I should have known that would not work. With all my might, I shook him as hard as I could and eventually slapped him very hard on the face, it was a bizarre move but it did the trick. His eyes came open and he looked absolutely terrified. He was soaked in sweat and was shivering like he had been locked in ice for a long time. His fright was infectious but I just had to steady myself with my emotions and not give anything away. Gradually, I pulled him close
"Today on entertainment news, Billionaire business mogul, Damien Kingston is rumoured to have allegedly been involved in a contract marriage to his newly wedded wife. Our source says that they had seen the contract for themselves and that their marriage is a sham.This is coming just three months after his sudden proposal and two months after the extravagant wedding which seemed rushed by the way, all these facts point to a solid proof of their marriage possibly being a sham." The news anchor recited and I just wanted to shrink and hide away from everyone. I turned to Damien who was looking really furious. I got scared. "Damien, I promise, I did not tell anyone about our deal, I-" I said hurriedly before he cut me off. "This has nothing to do with you at all. I know exactly who did this." He clenched his jaw and fists simultaneously as he brought out his phone that had already started ringing. I picked up my phone and it was the same thing. Social media was in a frenzy over this
I ironed out the creases on my blush pink form hugging corporate dress with puffy sleeves. The makeup artist had come and gone after giving me a bold look with a cat eye, matte lipstick and pale pink eye shadow. I loved it. My hair was straightened out and my edges were finely laid. Yes, we were heading for an interview to clear the air concerning the chaos that had been going on since two days ago. The PR team came and brushed us-specifically me- through about how to answer questions thrown at us. Damien had told me about the interview while we were in bed the other night. I was relieved when he slept without any nightmares haunting him. Last night, I slept in his room, it was almost like it was a routine to choose between our rooms every night. It was cute and I smiled whenever I thought about it. We were sort of making progress after all. Aiden gave me a few days off so everything could die down and I was so grateful. I could not imagine myself leaving for work anytime soon.
Third Person's POV; Three years later... "Are you kidding?" Damien asked, putting down Damon who had jumped on him the moment he stepped into the house and refused to be set down until they had arrived to meet his mother in the master bedroom. "Carried you for nine months only for you to not just look exactly like your father but also be so attached to him." Ariana had muttered sourly when Damon wouldn't come to her nor Darian who was the more reserved kid. The twins turned out to have more of their father's genes than hers, from the eyes to hair color, down to the nose and almost everything they did was like Damien. She found it more unfair cause they were identical. Now this was what led to the matter at hand. "Irma..." He dragged out, tugging off his jacket before unbuttoning his shirt. "I'm not kidding. I found out today." She said, getting up from the bed as she flipped her hair to the back. "How come?" He was in a maze of shock. "How else do people get pregnant?" She sarc
Final chapter Damien's POV; It had been way over an hour. She squeezed my palm so tightly as she pushed, screaming her lungs out while at it. I just wanted to cry but I had to be strong for her. "I'm tired, I'm so tired." She sobbed, her voice had gone hoarse from all that screaming. She had hair glued to her forehead due to sweat. It broke my heart to see her like this but she still looked so effortlessly beautiful. "Come on babe, we can do this." I encouraged her. She was panting heavily. "You're crowning, you're almost there!" The nurse yelled. She pushed again with all her might, grunting deeply until we heard the first cry of a baby. I wanted to jump and pump my fist in the air until I remembered we still had another baby to think about. She laid down breathing heavily for a minute or so before she pushed hard again at the nurse's instruction and once again, we heard the cry of our second child. Our twins were finally here! I kissed her before joining the the family to c
Ariana's POV; "Twins?!" Damien looked like he was about to faint. He accompanied me for my doctor's appointment as usual and we just found out that we're expecting twins. I swallowed and blinked rapidly, trying to fight the overjoyed smile that was clawing on to my face. Someone wanted just one but his sperm had other plans. "Ariana, I only agreed to having one baby and now we're going to have two of them?! How?" He loosened a few buttons on his shirt. "I don't have twins in my family so this is definitely your fault." I shrugged, smiling at the doctor as he congratulated us. "Oh well, at least you wouldn't have to bother me for another baby in future." He shrugged. Well that's what he thought but time would tell if I was going to have more kids or not. Damien had been the sweetest though. He carried me like an egg just like everyone else back at the house. Gosh! They wouldn't let me lift a finger after we announced that we were expecting during one of our usual Sunday brunch
Weeks later... I stared down at the beautiful bare bodied woman laying under me that morning. There was something different about her. "Your body's changing." I said plainly, pulling out after I cummed inside her. "What are you talking about?" She asked with a frown. I shook my head. "Nothing at all, just go clean up." I got off her and dragged my pants so I could put them on. I picked up my phone and to do my little research on what I knew about women. She went into the bathroom and came out of the closet in one of my shirts that looked like a dress on her. I watched as she picked up her comb from the vanity and began styling her disheveled hair. "Ariana?" I called out to her. "Yeah babe?" She answered, turning to glance at me before staring back at herself in the mirror. "Are you pregnant?" The comb reflexively dropped from her hand, while she stayed stiff in front of the mirror. "What?" She asked trying to regain her composure. A bit too late, if you ask me. "I asked you
My head pounded as I strained my eyes open."Where am I?" I groaned out, staring at the unfamiliar room."Hello Mrs Kingston."My eyes bulged at the sight of the nurse."Hello." I managed to respond."The doctor's already on his way." She smiled a little too widely for my comfort so I just stared back at her for a few seconds before nodding slightly.The door soon came open. "Hello madam. How are you feeling?""I have a headache and I still feel a bit drowsy." I said. "You'll be fine in not time it's just one of the symptoms.""What symptoms?""Well I have news for you." He said, opening up and envelope containing a sheet of paper. "Congratulations, you're four weeks pregnant."I sat up abruptly. "What?!" I exclaimed, with my eyes almost popping out of their sockets as I grabbed the test result from him. I saw it for myself, it wasn't a prank.Oh shit! "Wow uhm, this is great news." I said, hiding how worried the news got me."Can I go home now?" I asked, looking around for my st
"Why's Zara so shy?" I asked while Kumar took pictures of me in front of the Royal Palace of Madrid. Damien and I were up early and out of the house to go get Kumar who was going to take us round the city. Our first stop was of course having breakfast at a nice spot before finding our way down to the Palace. "Well uh, she's been through a lot." He said, coming over to show me the photos. "Like what?" I asked, absentmindedly swiping the pictures."I'm not sure it's in my place to tell but Zara was born with a hole in her heart." He sighed, taking the phone from my hand.My hands flew to my mouth as a gasp eluded me."She's always so weak and she believes she's going to die soon so she just keeps to herself all the time. She doesn't even have friends." He said.It felt so bad for her."But the hole can be fixed via surgical procedures right?" "Yeah," he nodded before his eyes drooped.Why hasn't it been done? I wanted to ask but he beat me to it."But we can't afford it." "Oh." I u
"I'm sorry I didn't try hard enough to see you and your father even once. I just didn't have the means." Karla wept. I don't know how but my feet put me in front of her with my knees on the ground and I was soon locked in a warm embrace. "Ay tía!" I sobbed. (Oh auntie!) "Te amo. Siempre tengo." She said, rubbing on my hair. (I love you. I always have) "I'm sorry about the death of your father." I sobbed just a little more at the reminder. "Raj came into my life just before I lost your mother and he's been the best thing that ever happened to me." She stared at him lovingly. "You knew my mother?" I asked him, wiping her eyes. "Yes, though briefly, I know first-hand that she was a beautiful person, inside and out." He said. I smiled and turned back to Karla. "Do you have a picture of her?" I asked. "It's back at our house." She said. "When can I come visit?" I eagerly asked. "Anytime you want." "Babe?" I snapped my head towards Damien. "We'll join you for dinner tomorrow ev
Ariana's POV; "Oh no!" I palmed my forehead whilst shutting my eyes tightly. "Still can't find it?" He worriedly questioned.I shook my head in the negative. "I can't believe I forgot to pack it." I said more to myself than him."Shit babe! Why would you forget something so important?" He actually looked like he had seen a ghost. Was he that scared of us having babies? "I'm sorry, it's just, I-" I didn't know what else to say. "Tell me, you're safe please." He clasped his palms together in plea. I swallowed. I wasn't sure cause the contraceptives had been messing with my cycle ever since I started using them so I really hadn't been keeping track of it. But I couldn't tell him that, it would ruin our entire trip. So, I lied. "I'm safe, I promise." "You're sure?" He probed further and the guilty pang in my heart increased."Uh huh." I nodded. "You said you have something to show me?" I quickly changed the topic, reminding him of the reason why we were in Madrid. We ditched the
My legs shook underneath me and were going to give way if I wasn't careful enough. I blinked rapidly, inhaling and exhaling in quick successions. "You do know you guys aren't actually getting married again and just reaffirming your vows right?" That was the ever so realistic Brianna. "It just feels different. Very different from the first time. And worse still my dad isn't here with me." I finally let the dams flow. "Oh no baby. Group hug guys!" She hollered, calling for all ladies in the room asides the stylists. We were situated in one of the rooms in the West wing. For some reason Ma Rosa thought it was a bad omen for us to see each other before the ceremony. We were already married so what was the fuss? I asked, but everyone else agreed, boxing Damien and I into a tight corner. The week had been hectic and filled with work and we hadn't had time for each other. Putting us apart for the last two days was hell especially because we hadn't had any good deep action throughout th