Elysia Pov "I'm sorry for your loss Mr and Mrs Contreras." My body quivered to the doctor's words. My heartbeat stopped for a moment. 'My child is dead!' I kept wobbling my head in disagreement but then it all came dawned on me when Becca was covered with a piece of plain sheet. "No!" I screamed, taunting the ward with my loud voice. I could feel the muscles of my heart, tightened as I sprawled to my knees. Tears like cascade falling from my eyes as re call every words she ever said to me. I've never been good to her, I never treated her like my child. Cold showers clutched my heart and for a moment it felt like my life was slipping away from me. "Elysia...." A familiar voice called out to me and when I looked at the person, it was my mother. I clenched my eyes shut as painful moans escaped my lips. This is all Damon's fault. The nurse rolled my child out of the ward, as I stood on my feet to meet them, Damon beat me to it. He held Becca's hands in his, as tears w
Elysia Pov"Two days left." I muttered as tension escaped my lips. It's been two months and twenty eight days of being in prison.The hardest time of my life. My body was covered in bruises. I was beaten everyday by the hoodlums that roam these walls.Criminals that turned me to their slave making me lose my pregnancy. Root of hatred for Damon planted in my heart springing forth branches.He is my nemesis. I leaned my back on the wall as thoughts of Becca crossed my mind. There hasn't been a day gone by that I don't find myself thrown into the abyss of misery over her death.We never spent time together, I wouldn't make such mistake with Ian....."You have a visitor." The guard unlocked the cell and lend me to the visitor's room.It was Ellen, my sister."Elysia..." Her weak voice called out. Her eyes were swollen and her cheeks reddened. One glance at her and I was certain something had gone wrong."What happened?" "Damon have announced my engagement to Thomas Griffin. He said
Elysia Pov "Yes I did." He responded coldly. For a moment it was as if I was hit by a storm, searching his eyes for every possibility of our encounter to be purely intentional. I gulp my saliva, biting down my tongue as I tried to coerce myself into believing that he mustn't have approached me on purpose, and before I could ask, he grunted and said, "I'm sorry, I did approach you on purpose. I just couldn't believe that Jake was dead and all over the media, they blamed you." He paused for a moment, making me scoffed. I was fooled. I can't believe I fell for his cheap tactics. . "You fooled me." I yelled. "I'm sorry Elysia. But the truth about Jake's death, I need to know." His question came like whirl wind. I was guilty for Jake's death. If he was never involved with me, he'd still be alive. Still, I couldn't say the truth, not now when I need Damon to cancel the my sister's engagement. "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened to Jake." I mumbled out a reply. I could feel
Damon's Pov "I'm sorry for your loss." "Sorry for your loss, Mr. Contreras." I felt as cold as ice, standing by the graveyard, my eyes reading through the inscription on the tomb. My daughter was dead, she was gone forever. I could still hear the sound of her laughter, ringing in my ears like a lost melody. The pain in my heart was excruciating, yet I held the tears in my eyes for Ian's sake. He stood beside me, tears like cascade dripping from his eyes. His whining crushing me further, I couldn't bare to watch him. I bent on my knees pulling him into my arms. He could barely look away from the grave. "It's okay Ian." I said to him staring deep into his eyes, but he only whined louder than earlier. "Becca isn't dead is she? This is only a joke right daddy?" His denial was like a spear, piercing into my heart and I felt empty and clueless. There was no way I could console him, I could barely hold out myself. "Ian, Becca, is umm..." I tried to explain but I broke out in t
Elysia Pov "What?" It wasn't Damon's. The report says my child wasn't Damon's. "This isn't true." I shrieked at Damon. The moment I met his eyes, I could see the hate that clouded them. His lips curved to a corner and he said, "Why did you lie about your child's paternity?" His brows raised as he grabbed my cheeks with his hands, dragging me backwards until my back hit against the wall. "What were you trying to do Elysia?" His brows raised in anger. "That isn't true Damon, I have no reason to lie to you. Why will I do that? The child was yours and no one else's." ... Elysia lay on the kitchen floor, her fingers throbbing from where Damon had stepped on them. She glared up at him as he walked out of the room, her hatred for him growing with each passing moment. "I'll make sure you pay for choosing to deceive me," Damon had snarled before leaving. Elysia knew that she had made a mistake in trying to deceive Damon, but she couldn't help feeling angry at him for his brutal rea
Elysia Pov. It was morning and I got up from the bed, woken by the cries of Ian's. I quickly rushed to the kitchen. Ian hugged me immediately. "Mummy, where were you?" He asked me in a weak voice as his hands wrapped around my waistline. "I was out of town my love." I responded and bent to him and kissed his forehead. "How have you been my love?" Tears streamed down my face as I smiled at Ian. "I'm not fine, I want Becca back." Ian responded and his eyes instantly wells up. "My child..." I hugged Ian tight, sobbing quietly. Ian's tears streamed down his face, making my heart break. I hugged him tight, but he continued to sob uncontrollably. The loss of his twin sister, Becca, had left him unable to focus on anything else. I couldn't imagine the pain he must be feeling. Becca had always been there for him, supporting him and protecting him. And now, she was gone, leaving a huge hole in both of our lives. I tried my best to comfort Ian, but nothing seemed to work. He was inco
As I knelt before Damon, begging him to let Ian have his birthday party, I felt my anger towards him grow. His refusal to listen to my pleas and consider what was best for Ian was unbearable.Damon looked at me with a smug expression, his eyes cold and unyielding. "You should be focusing on getting Ian back to school, instead of planning a frivolous party," he said dismissively. "That's what's important right now."I felt my heart tighten and I glared at Damon, unable to believe his callousness. How could he be so insensitive to Ian's needs, to the pain and grief he was going through?Tears streamed down my face as I stood up and stormed out of Damon's room, my fists clenched in anger. I knew I had to find a way to make Ian's birthday special, no matter what Damon said or did. I would not let him take this away from my child....I stood by the door of Ian's room, listening to his heartbreaking sobs. I felt a surge of helplessness and frustration, unsure of how to make things right for
Elysia's PovI could see the disgust in Damon's eyes as he looked at me. My heart was pounding in my chest and I could feel my fists clenching my dress. Fearful moans escaped my lips as I watched Damon smiling at Ian.He held out his hand to me and asked me to follow him outside. Five-year-old Ian smiled and held my hand tightly, not wanting to let go of his father.I was terrified of what Damon might do to me for disobeying his orders and celebrating Ian's birthday, but I couldn't help it. I was Ian's mother and it was my duty to make sure he was happy on his special day.Damon led me outside and I braced myself for the worst. But instead of yelling or hitting me, he looked at me with a cold and calculating expression."You think you can defy me and get away with it?" he said in a low voice. "You will pay for your disobedience, Elysia."I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Damon was threatening me for celebrating our son's birthday. I was filled with anger and fear, not knowing wha
Elysia's pov Damon turned towards me, his expression still unreadable. "If you want to be the CEO, Elysia, you're going to have to work for it. You'll start as my assistant, and we'll see how you handle the job. If you prove yourself, then maybe we can talk about making you the CEO." I gritted my teeth, my fists still clenched. I couldn't believe that he was making me jump through all these hoops just to prove myself. "I don't need your help, Damon," I spat out, my anger boiling over. "I can do this on my own. I don't need you to hold my hand and guide me through everything." Damon's lips quirked up in a small smile. "Is that so? Well, then. I guess we'll see how well you do on your own." He walked towards the door, turning back for a moment to add one final remark. "But just remember, Elysia. This is my company as much as it is yours. And I won't let you ruin it." I watched him leave, feeling a mixture of anger and frustration. I couldn't believe that Damon was making things so
Elysia's pov "I can't believe you're doing this to me, Damon!" I yelled, my frustration and anger mounting with each passing moment. "You know how hard I've worked to build up that company, and now you're telling me that I'm not fit to take over? That's complete bullshit!" Damon's expression remained calm, but I could see the hint of irritation in his eyes. "Watch your language, Elysia," he said firmly. "You're not doing yourself any favors by acting like this." I didn't care. I was too angry to care. "You know what, Damon? Screw you!" I spat, my voice rising with each word. "Screw you and your stupid mother! She've been trying to steal my company for months, and now you're using my memory loss as an excuse to take it away from me. You've taken over my family's company, and now you are doing this to me as well. Well, I'm not going to let that happen." Helen, who had been standing beside Kylian, stepped forward, her face twisted in anger. "You're lying, Elysia," she said, her voice
Elysia's pov "Take the money and move," he said, his voice shaking. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I took the bag and slowly backed away. The man followed me, his gun still trained on me. As I spun to my right, and I saw his car parked just a few yards away. He motioned for me to follow him, and I complied. We walked in silence, the only sound being our footsteps and the occasional sound of a car passing by. When we got to his car, he opened the trunk and told me to put the bag inside. My hands were shaking as I tried to lift the heavy bag. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my leg. I looked down and saw a gunshot wound. I stumbled, trying to stay upright, and the bag fell to the ground. "Come on, hurry up!" he shouted. I struggled to pick up the bag, feeling the blood soaking through my pants. Eventually, I managed to place the bag inside the trunk. I turned to face him, my eyes blurry with tears of pain and fear. But then, something strange happened. The man was lying
Damon's pov My heart skipped a beat as my father rushed into the room with a gun in his hand. I had never seen him so unhinged before, and it scared me. "Father, put the gun down," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "This isn't the way to handle things." But my father was beyond reason. He pointed the gun at Quincy, his eyes blazing with anger. "You'll pay for what your father did to me!" he shouted. I could see the fear in Quincy's eyes as my father took aim, and I knew I had to act fast. I lunged forward, grabbing my father's arm and trying to wrestle the gun away from him. "Stop it, Father!" I yelled. "This isn't the answer!" But my father was too strong for me, and he pushed me away with a fierce shove. I stumbled backwards, watching in horror as he pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot echoed through the room, and for a moment, everything was still, as my father shot at the roof. I felt sick to my stomach as I realized what had just happened. The board members
Damon's pov It was morning, and Elysia looked radiant as she sat at the breakfast table, sipping her coffee and nibbling on a croissant. But even as I watched her, something nagged at me, deep in my heart. Had she remembered? Had she figured out what I had done? As she rose from the table and headed upstairs to change, I took a deep breath and tried to shake off my anxiety. But when she reappeared, dressed and ready to go, my nerves were still on edge. I tried to put on a brave face as we headed to the living room, where our son Ian was playing with his toys. But I could feel the tension between us, and I knew that something was off. As I settled onto the couch, my phone beeped with a new message. I glanced over the screen, and my heart skipped a beat. It was from Julius, "Quincy Randolph, is at the transportation company, he held an open meeting. Where are you?" My eyes turned red with anger. How dare he? How dare he try to steal my company out from under me? I stood up, my
Elysia's pov As I drove down the road towards the beach Helen had picked, I encountered heavy traffic. The cars moved sluggishly, causing me to feel restless and anxious. I kept checking the time on my dashboard, hoping I wouldn't be too late. Finally, I reached the beach, and as expected, Helen was already there. She had parked her car and was waiting with a big bag by her side. As I parked my car beside hers, I noticed that the beach was empty, with no one around except for us. It was just afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow on everything around us. I got out of my car and went over to Helen, feeling curious and a little apprehensive. "Hey Helen," I said, "where are the company documents?" Helen looked at me with a strange expression on her face, and then suddenly went down on her knees. "Elysia," she said, "I can never hand over those documents to you." "What?" I said, feeling stunned. "What are you talking about?" Helen opened her bag, and my eyes
Elysia's pov We were so excited but then, we excitement quickly fades as I realizes that they will need to open the safe. I takes a deep breath and looks at Macy with a worried expression. "I don't know how to open it. Maybe my fingerprint will work?" I suggests, beginning to stamp my fingers all over the safe. Macy shakes her head, "I don't think so, it's probably not set up to recognize anyone's fingerprints but the owner's." My heart sinks as I realizes Macy's words are true. I give up, tears forming in my eyes as I contemplates the idea of forcing a memory I might not even remember. Macy notices my distress and quickly thinks of a solution. "Instead of that, let's try all birthdays. We'll start with your parents and sister, then move on to Kate's brother, Adam, Damon, and Ian." I nods and they begin trying all possible dates, but the safe remains locked. Frustration builds up as they try over and over again. My anxiety worsens with each unsuccessful attempt. Just when we wer
Elysia's Pov "I don't know what you're talking about, Damon," I say, my voice shaking with fear. "Please, you have to believe me." Damon looks intrigued by my denial, and for a moment, I think he might let me go. But then he shakes his head and releases his grip on my arm. "Fine," he says, his voice cold and distant. "Go." I rub my wrist slightly, trying to ease the pain where his fingers had dug in, before turning and walking slowly out of the room. Once I'm outside, I break into a run, my heart pounding in my chest as I race towards my car. I can feel the fear gripping me as I drive out of the villa and onto the street. My hands are shaking on the steering wheel, and I find it hard to catch my breath. As I drive across the bridge, my mind is a blur of emotions - fear, anger, and confusion all mingling together. And then, suddenly, I can't take it anymore. I pull over to the side of the road and jump out of my car, gasping for breath. I stand there on the bridge, the wind whipp
Elysia Pov I felt a lump in my throat, as though I had always suspected that Helen had a wild side, but I didn't want to believe that she would sleep around with anyone. "Do you have any proof?" I asked hesitantly. Macy then said, "Actually, Elysia, you secured pictures of Helen with some guys a while ago. Don't you remember?" I shook my head, feeling a wave of confusion wash over me. "I don't remember that, Macy. You know I lost my memories." Macy sighed and said, "That's right, I forgot. Look, Elysia, let's go to the office tomorrow, and I'll help you go through all the files and paperwork. We'll see if we can find any evidence of what Helen is up to." I nodded slowly, feeling grateful for Macy's help. "Thank you, Macy. I don't know what I would do without you." Macy laughs, "You don't have to thank me, Elysia. We're friends, and I'll always be here for you, no matter what." "Macy, I talked to Helen earlier, and I threatened her. I told her I wanted the company, but she said s