Third Person's POV; The chilliness of the morning brought sinking feelings in the hearts of everyone in the Kingston villa. There was something inauspicious about the day but no one could place their finger on it. Damien was up in his master bedroom, seated on the bare floor, staring out into space, wondering how he would get himself together because he was in one of the most disheveled states he had ever seen himself in. Ariana was crouched on her bed doing the exact same thing her husband was doing in the room opposite her. Nursing the same sinking feeling in her heart just as everyone else. She looked a mess, so did he. Were they going to let their appearances depict how they felt on the inside? No, of course not. Like someone of great repute once said; 'On those days when you're not feeling on top of the world like usual, you just have to pretend. Don't let anyone see through you.' And that was what they did. From showers to makeup to dressing up, they were ready to conquer th
"I know this is the part where Amy would tell you about how I caused everything but before you do all that I'm just going to speak now." Gerald said and Stella turned to him in astonishment. "What are you talking about, Gerald?" "I did it for you! That's what I'm saying!" He stood up and she followed. "Don't tell me you-" "Yes Stella, I caused the fire and had George killed because he took you away from me and you did not want to divorce him." He cut her off. He sounded insane and it took a lot for Damien to not throttle him at that point. The sound of a loud smack filled the room and it was the connecting of Stella's palm to Gerald's cheek in a hard slap. Ariana had never seen her mother in law so angry. The woman looked like a fierce fire breathing dragon. "I thought my daughter was dead all because of you! My son hates me because of you! Oh I wish I never met you!" Her scream was heart wrenching. It told
Third Person's POV; Stella had become a shadow of herself within the last few days. Everyone seemed to be getting on with their lives and delving into the Christmas spirit but she was excluded. She sat in her room all day and hardly ate anything. They were all worried and hoped she would come around soon. She was too shamefaced to meet Amy. What was she supposed to say to her long lost daughter after her husband almost killed her and in fact killed her father. She just couldn't face her. She stared at herself in the mirror and visibly cringed at how pale and unkempt she looked. Stella dragged herself up and found her way down the silent hallway and into the study. She sat still for few seconds before reaching out to the drawers on her table. Just like always, her intuition did not fail her. A part of her had always known that no matter how long it took, the truth would always be brought to light. And here it was staring her right in the face. It was more than what she thought it
Damien's POV; After storming out of the cemetery, I decided it was best that I distracted myself with work. I obviously had lots of things to catch up on. "Merry Christmas sir." "Merry Christmas Drew." I replied my assistant as I walked into my office. I saw that the whole place had been decorated since it was already few days to Christmas. "How was your vacation sir?" He asked with a wide grin and I wondered what was getting him so excited. Drew was like that all the time so I let it be. "It was great. What's in my schedule today?" I questioned. "I had most of your meetings cleared out because it's Christmas but, you do have a lot of files to see to." He informed me and with a curt nod, I dismissed him and got to work. In the middle of the day, a call came through my private line and I picked up without delay. "Hey babe." Her sweet voice rang through my eardrums and I smirked. "Who are you with?" I asked her knowingly while I leaned back on my seat in a lazy pose. "No one. D
New year's eve found us in New York. My father was elated to see us. Despite how worrisomely pale he looked, he went about with gaiety and made us comfortable. We arrived early that morning and by midday we were lazing around in my dad's living room. I was seated next to Damien even as my father narrated some of his humorous stories about my childhood to my husband. I was so embarrassed when he reminded me of the time I had fourteen deviled eggs that had stayed overnight and ended up going through the most uncomfortable stooling experience I've ever had. "Papa esto es tan vergonzoso!" I whined, obviously a blushing mess. (Dad, this is so embarrassing!) He laughed boisterously and it led him into fits of coughs. I rushed to his side and had him drink a glass of water but what I saw had me setting the cup aside as I stared at him in a mix of shock, worry and fear. "Dad, blood! You're coughing out blood!" I pointed out in terror, glued to the spot I stood on. Damien rushed to my si
Damien's POV; I stared at her unconscious form, laid on the bed in her teenage bedroom. The way my heart raced in fear of losing her when she fell unconscious was unlike something I had ever felt before. I instantly regretted her having to find out everything, but then again, we couldn't hide it forever. I stared at the IV fluid connected to her arm as it dripped slowly. I had called the doctor as soon as she fainted and he made us promise to not stress her out after this. "What a way to end the year." I muttered under my breath, even as I grimaced after a headache hit me. "Tell me about it." Mr Delaney said from behind me and I turned to him briefly, then I turned back and said nothing while we both watched her sleeping form in silence. "I hope you two can patch things up after all this." He said in a gentle whisper. "I hope so too." I admitted. I wondered where we would go from here because I was pretty sure she hated me and no amount of material things could buy her forgiven
Ariana's POV: I trudged down the stairs after the doctor cleared me and advised that I take care of myself always. Damien was in the middle of a video call with Amy by the time I got to the living room. I joined in and waved at her with a forced smile on my face while he handed me one of his airpods so I could hear her. "Happy new year, Amy." I responded to her. "Damien told me you weren't well. Is everything alright?" She asked a little too concernedly. "Uhm I'm fine." I answered reluctantly. "Take the airpods and move away from him, I need to ask you something." She said, obviously to his hearing and he had a puzzled frown on his face as he handed the airpods and phone over to me. "You two better not be gossiping about me." He mumbled as he went over to sit on the sofa. I chuckled. "So, Amy what's up?" I asked as I moved away from him into the kitchen. Mom came into my view and I greeted her warmly. "Amy mentioned you weren't feeling so well. Are you pregnant?" She asked wi
Third Person's POV; Aleena was drowning in jealousy even as she stalked their pages. A luxury car for a Christmas present? Let's not forget the surprise birthday party and exotic honeymoon all for that wretch. And, what's more annoying than the fact that her insider who let her in on what she needed to know from Damien's villa had been fired. Tracy and her had not talked ever since the contract fiasco and her so called friend whom she found out was pregnant had not even bothered to reach out to her. Damien. Oh her Damien had not even reached out ever since their night of passion in London few months back. It was sad that that wife of his was getting in the way of their love story but it was only a matter of time until she dropped her Trump card. She may have made the mistake of drugging him back in London when her informant had told her of his presence there. She had followed him all through his stay up until he went to the club. There, she had bribed a bartender and had him spike