I was shocked, confused, and couldn't find the right words to say. Seeing Mason after all this time stirred up a mix of emotions inside me, one which I couldn't quite comprehend. It's like my heart and mind are playing a confusing game. No way! I totally wasn't expecting them here, this was never the kind of party Mason attends though despite his profession as a medical doctor, we always end up almost every weekend in a nightclub which will crazily be booming with loud music and the smell of vodka. So that's why I was surprised to see him here…… seems like Olivia might have been the one to drag him here. But how did she know that I would be coming? There were a lot of questions swirling around my head while looking at the two love birds. Was she here to ridicule me by flashing my ex in front of me? How shameless!! "Hmmm…… Where is your charming prince?" She scowled, a taunting smirk on her lips as she asked with a raised brow. I cleared my throat and tried to compose myself, "Oli
The party was still going strong, and there I was, standing in the corner with a glass of wine, next to Damien who seemed completely engrossed in the conversation with those two guys. I couldn't help but feel a bit isolated, observing them. I wondered what they were discussing that had captured Damien's interest.Though on the one hand, I was kinda stoked when Damien put Marson and Olivia in their place earlier. But deep down, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Marson. And I bet Olivia would have some trouble catching some sleep for days after that. Though it's just sad that all of Damien's actions were just for show and not genuine. "Hey, have you guys laid eyes on him?" Damien asked, his hand tugging me closer. I took a deep breath, catching a whiff of his cologne, the scent enveloping my senses. The dude with the tinted hair chuckled before responding, "Nah, haven't spotted him yet.""But you guys claimed he got an invite," Damien retorted, shooting them a fierce
He stretched out his right hand, and I took it, my eyes fixating on the black scorpion tattoo encircling his wrist. It wasn't very clear since his sleeve partially covered it, but something about it felt familiar. Suddenly, my mind flashed back to Damien's tattoo. It bore a striking resemblance to the one before me.Seems like he caught onto my long stare because he pulled his hand back real quick and let out a little cough. Trying to act all cool, I said, "I'm Ashley..." And he just nodded, like he knew exactly who I was. It made me chuckle a bit. "It seems like you already know," I mumbled."Yeah, you're right. Being married to Damien Albrecht, it's totally possible," he said with a smile, which made me chuckle and feel a little embarrassed. How could I have possibly forgotten?"Hmmm... yeah," I muttered softly, my voice barely audible, as I nervously scratched my neck, feeling embarrassed. But he just laughed it off, brushing it aside. His laugh seemed contagious but so sad I wasn
Just as tension filled the air, a voice suddenly echoed through the hallway, breaking the silence. It was a relief to hear something that interrupted the impending disaster. "Mr. Damien," Senator Juan stuttered from the far end of the hallway. And behind him is a group of people that I am sure were curious to see what was going on.Ignoring Senator Juan, Damien looked beside him. He gave the men in black attire a close look before I noticed an indistinct frown suddenly settled on his face. "Hmm... You came with them?" His lips stretched into a thin line. He then glanced at Alexander before looking at me. I couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity and apprehension. Damien's reaction to the men in black attire was questionable. His frown seemed to suggest that he wasn't pleased with their presence. I felt his gaze fixed on me for a while, slowly scanning my body in search of any wound due to my screams earlier and the gunshot. My eye was fixed on his triangular neatly curve
As we walked down the party hall, Damien held my hand tightly, gently rubbing it to soothe my racing heart. I was still shaken by everything that had just happened in there – the gunshots and the daring escape through the window. Everything had me at the edge of breaking down. All eyes were on us, some picturing us as we made our way through the crowded party while others kept murmuring. Damien's guards were both in front and back of us, shielding us from the crowd and also parting ways for us. It felt like we were the center of attention, with all eyes on our every move.No matter how much I wanted to lift my head, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Damien's grip on my hands was strangely comforting as if he was silently assuring me of my safety. The sound of camera flashes filled the air as we made our way down the building. It was a surreal and intense moment, with the world capturing our every move."Sir," one of Damien's guys hurriedly approached us, causing us to abruptly sto
Olivia Fuck…!!!As soon as we parked the car, I quickly opened my side door and stormed outside. I was filled with such intense pain and frustration that I didn't even bother waiting for Mason."Olivia. Olivia!" I ignored him and angrily stormed into his house, pacing around the sitting room in a circle. "Ugh!..." I groaned in frustration, pulling my hair and gritting my teeth. It felt like everything was just falling apart. "Come on, Olivia," Mason said, rushing inside he then stopped in front of me. "What's wrong? You've been acting strange at the party," he continued, but I immediately stopped and looked at him, my expression filled with a mix of frustration and hostility."Can't you see it?" I asked, my curiosity evident as I scanned his face for answers. I was desperate to find some clarity in the midst of my confusion.But all I noticed was his eyebrow twitching up in confusion. "See what?" he inquired, clearly puzzled by my question."Damn it...! Stop acting clueless,
Olivia Sliding off the car, I let out a sigh and gazed straight ahead. Right in front of me stood Daniel Harlow's house, and as I looked behind me, a lingering smirk played on my lips. I stretched my right hand forward, slowly running my fingers over the sleek surface of the red BMW 7 Series, savoring its smoothness. Knowing that this was once Ashley's favorite car brought a bright spark to my mood.This was actually my dream car too! But of course, our father had to go and get it for his precious legitimate daughter. Ugh, typical. And then, after everything that went down that night, fueled by anger, our father took away all her stuff - the cars, the fancy luxury jewelry, and even her access to this building. It was a real mess…. She was only left with nothing aside from her clothes. Smirking, I recall how she would shamelessly show off all her cars on social media, living it up with a carefree lifestyle, going clubbing, and feeling like she owned the world. And let's not fo
Damien's POV: As I adjusted my necktie, a smile spread across my face as I caught sight of myself in the mirror. Memories of what happened at the party came rushing back to me, and I couldn't help but think that Ashley did an incredible job playing her role. She definitely deserves a thumbs-up for pulling it off so well! With a chuckle, I picked up my hairbrush and leisurely started brushing my hair, making my way down to my beard. I understand the look on Alexander's face, those suspicious looks and that's why I need to prove to him with actions so that I can easily achieve my goals.**Beep. Beep!" As I turned around, I couldn't help but notice my phone buzzing on the nightstand. And of course, Ashley had her own room which was very small in size and could barely fit two people at once and looked more not well arranged. Well…… that was once my personal room where I pack stuff that I don't normally use and on the night of our wedding, I made it clear to her that she won't be sha
“Do you, Jessica Hall, take Sebastian Albrecht as your wedded husband, to have and to know from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death do you apart?” "Yes, I do," Jessica replied, earning a loud excited clap from the crowd. It has been four years and here we are in the church, witnessing the wedding of Sebastian and doctor Jessica. I don’t know but I feel like the happiest today, I have always blessed their union. Sitting beside me is Mrs. Albrecht, carrying my three years old son, Ryan, in her arms. He is just the cardboard copy of his father, Damien. The only thing he took from me is just my deep blue ocean eyes, other features are just like that of Damien. Damien rubbed my right hand, and perked it before intertwining them in his. I looked at him and smiled, he didn’t lie when he said that he will make things right again. He had been incredibly sweet, easy going, jovial and
Ashley Time flies and before I knew it it was morning already. I spoke with Sebastian yesterday and he told me that he will be coming with a surprise package. Knock. Knock“I am coming," I shouted and perked Mrs. Catherina in the cheeks and hurried to open the door. “Hey Sebastian," I greeted with a warm smile and he smiled back. “How have you been?" “Just there," I replied, my eyes curiously trailing all over him for any present or anything but he came empty handed. Where is the surprise package?" Hey, you said that you have something that will cheer me up,” I pouted and he laughed while walking in." Yeah, I did," he replied but just then, Mrs. Catherina walked in. “Hey Sebastian." “Wow!" He went in to give her a warm hug, though I noticed they exchanged a strange look. What was that for? I opened my mouth to ask, but Sebastian beat me to it, “So, Ash, how's my little nephew?” He plopped down on the couch, and Mrs. Catherina returned to her cooking, humming a tune in the k
Damien The room is dark, with a smell of alcohol lingering in the air. I sat on the ground with another bottle of alcohol and leaned my head against the wall. It has been four good months that I haven’t seen Ashley. I have tried to reach her, to explain things but it was all a futile mission. She doesn’t want to see me. She had blocked me on all the social media platforms from reaching her. Since her absence, life has been hard and bitter on my side. I had to give up her father’s company and resigned as the owner but still she doesn’t want me. I know I wronged her but I am ready to fix things. To show her the sweet, jovial, and easy going side of me.But I guess it is all too late now. I pulled my hair and took another huge sip from the drink. For the past few months, I have regretted the life I had lived. How I had neglected her. I blamed myself day and night for not being so serious in finding her then after that night.I hated myself more…. More for the constant abuses,
It's been three months since I left Los Angeles, and I must admit, I miss Damien every single day. He's tried every possible way to reach me, bombarding me with countless apologies and calls, desperate to make things right. Yet, despite the ache in my heart, I still yearn for him. But the painful realization runs too deep, and I just can't bring myself to go back to him. My heart and mind are at war, torn between the love I still feel and the hurt I thought I'd never overcome.I felt utterly betrayed, so I blocked Damien on all social media platforms. Since then, the only people I've been in contact with are Sebastian and Jessica. Though I've also heard through the grapevine that Damien has relinquished control of my father's company and resigned as owner. But I couldn't care less, my father is already dead. As I sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV in front of me, my mind wandered, not even concentrating on the news. When suddenly, the doorbell rang, signaling that someone
AshleyThe airport is full of people leaving and entering from arriving flights. I sat down on the bench there waiting patiently for my flight, when suddenly the airport's public address system crackled to life. The air traffic control personnel announce, their voice echoing through the terminal..."Attention all passengers and airport personnels, due to severe weather conditions, all flight departures are currently suspended. Please check with your airline for further updates and instructions.""What?!" I gasped, shocked. Which weather? I thought, glancing up at the small opening up there to see the sky but to my surprise, it was clear. Not a cloud in sight, no sign of rain or even a hint of turbulence.What are they now talking about? I wasn't the only one perplexed, my fellow passengers exchanged confused glances, and a low murmur and noises started rising and that’s when my phone beeped. I pulled it out from my pocket and it was Sebastian. "Hey, Sebastian," I answered, steppi
amien. Swirling my office chair around, my mind kept drafting to different directions. I won’t deny the fact that I am kind of scared about the abortion that Ashley is about to go through but then again… . I rubbed my face, and let out a deep sigh. What if I lose her? God forbid! I don’t think I will survive that, picking out my phone to dial Ashley’s number when suddenly the door to my office opened and Lucas walked in. "Good evening, boss," he said, but I just raised an eyebrow in response. Noticing my expression, he added, "Someone is here to see you, boss."Someone is here to see me? Who? I am not expecting anyone.“Who?" I asked, eyeing him up suspiciously. He gulped hard and scratched his neck nervously, “I think is best to see him," Him?Giving him a suspicious glare, I leaned back in my chair and nodded for him to let the person in. He nodded and went back to the door. My curiosity widened as the door opened, and I readjust to see the person but to my surprise, Seba
Tears were rushing down my face as I hurried down stairs. All my world seemed to be crumbling before me for real this time. My heart was full of pain, and hurt.I haven’t felt this broken before all through my life. It feels like I am suffocating. I held my chest, feeling a painful tug against my heart. So all the time I have been living with that monster from that very night. He was the reason that my life was full of pain, bruises, suffering and trauma. I was almost downstairs, when a hand suddenly grabbed me from behind and pulled me into an empty corridor in the restaurant. "Ash, please calm down, let's talk," Sebastian whispered urgently beside me. But I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. "No! No!" I exclaimed, my voice cracking. "He broke me!" I wailed, and Sebastian pulled me in a tight, comforting hug. I continued to sob, screaming, and venting all my anger and frustration until exhaustion took over.**** ***** Sitting across the table alone with Sebastian
“And how is this related to the stranger?" I turned to Sebastian but Layla was quick to answer. “I just wanted to tell you how everything happened,” she said, attempting to look pitiful But I am not buying those cheap looks on her face. She had betrayed me, and I wasn't about to forget it. " Then be fast, I don’t have all day,” I snapped, my patience wearing thin. Sebastian patted my hand to calm down. "After I caught them, I threatened to tell you," Layla said, tears streaming down her face. "Honestly, I wanted to tell you, but they used my grandma's condition against me." She sobbed, but I raised an eyebrow at her. "He offered to treat her for free if I kept quiet and went along with their plan. I was devastated...," she trailed off, sniffling. Sebastian handed her a tissue across the table, and she took it, turning to face me. "They threatened to kick my grandma out if I didn't cooperate. You know how much I love her; she's my only living relative. So, I agreed to play a
My ringing tone pulled me out of my sleep, and I yawned, stretching out my hand to grab the phone from the nightstand beside the bed. Again, Damien hadn't slept here last night. My head pounded as I tried to sit up straight in bed. I picked up the call without checking the caller ID and placed the phone to my ear. "Yes?" I sounded drowsy, my voice husky from sleep."Are you just waking up?" Sebastian chuckled from the other end of the line. Startled, I pulled the phone away and checked the caller ID. "Fuck," I hissed under my breath. "It's still morning," I said, yawning. I heard him chuckle again before saying, "When you're done, come to the eatery at Street 10 by the roadside." "Why?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. "It's about our last discussion," he replied. My gaze widened, and I instantly sat up straight in bed, my heart racing."Did you find anything?" I asked, clinging to the duvet in fear. I heard Sebastian sigh before saying, "Just come out, at least by 10 o'clock.