Elysia's Pov As I woke up in the hotel room, the events of the night before came rushing back to me. I had spent the night with Hector, my new lover, and the thought of it made me somewhat felt alive. Hector wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by his touch. I could feel his member hard against me, and as he gently slid inside of me, I couldn't help but moan with pleasure. Despite the guilt and confusion I was feeling, I couldn't deny the way Hector made me feel. Being with him was a way for me to escape the pain and trauma of my past, and for a little while, I could forget about everything else and just focus on the present. As Hector continued to thrust into me, I couldn't help but cry out with pleasure. The sound of our skin clashing together filled the room, and I was screaming so loud that I was sure the entire hotel could hear us. But Hector didn't seem to care. He kept riding me harder and harder, refusing to stop even when we
Elysia's Pov "Good morning madam" Rosaline greeted at first glance and I smiled at her. "Good morning Rosaline." My eyes drifted around in search of Ian but the mansion was too quiet, though Ian has been awfully quiet since Becca's death. "His teacher-Aurora, came over to pick him up." Rosaline answered. For a moment I paused, my brows furrowed as I wondered why his teacher had come to the house. This has never happened before. "Why was that?" Rosaline's brows furrowed, as though she would rather walk away than respond to my question, but then she answered "Ian had refused to leave for school without you dropping him off. His teacher arrived when they noticed he wasn't present. You know it's almost exams time and his attendance is of great importance. He missed school a lot dye to Becca's death." I could see the hidden anger in Rosaline's eyes. Her voice might have been explanatory but she spoke with utmost disgust. I ignored, watching her as she went on her business. ...
Damon's Pov "Hey Damon, how's it going?" Warren asked, his voice laced with concern. I sighed, leaning back in my chair. "It's been better," I admitted. "I've been trying to keep busy, but it's hard not to think about everything that's happened." Warren nodded sympathetically. "I know it's tough," he said. "But you're doing a great job holding everything together. I'm here for you if you need to talk or just need a break." I appreciated Warren's words, but I couldn't shake the feeling that things were spiraling out of control. Elysia was distant and distant, and I couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something from me. And then there was the casino, which seemed to be bleeding money despite my best efforts to turn things around. "Thanks, Warren," I said, forcing a smile. "I appreciate it. I just wish I could do something to make things right." "Why are you so worried, Warren?" I asked, noticing the concern on his face. "It's just...I don't know, Damon," Warren said hes
Darryl's Pov I drove home in a daze, my mind numb with shock. I couldn't believe what had just happened with my father. He had never been one for ultimatums, but this was a whole new level of cold-heartedness. As I pulled into my driveway, I realized that it was late at night. I had no idea how long I had been at the casino, but it must have been hours. I was exhausted and drained, and all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and forget about the world for a little while. But as I stumbled out of the car, I realized that I was too tired to even make it inside. My legs felt like lead, and my head was spinning. I collapsed onto the seat of my car, and the next thing I knew, I was drifting off to sleep. I don't know how long I was out for, but when I woke up, it was morning. The sun was shining through the windows, and I was covered in a thin layer of sweat. My head was pounding, and I had a crick in my neck from sleeping in an awkward position. I groaned and sat up, rubbing my eyes. I
Darryl's Pov "But sir, regarding her case, since the insertion has been done, she might get pregnant even while in a coma. And we can't abort it since we don't know how well she is doing. She will have to wake up for that. And that means we will need her approval to get the baby aborted." I'm beyond shock. The heck! I jerked from the hospital bed and started pacing around. What will I do? "What should we do?" I screamed at the director. "We should wait for her to awake. Before then we will know if she is pregnant." Director Thomas tried to make me relax but I couldn't. "So if she gets pregnant when she wakes up what are we to tell her?" I started pacing around, trying to imagine the scene- "Hey Eloise, you see when you were in a coma, we kinda mistook you for another patient and inserted a sperm inside you, shockingly you are pregnant, yeh what a surprise." I frowned at Thomas. "Who is going to want to hear that?" I sat on the bed and placed my knees in-between my thighs. What d
When I opened my eyes, I saw myself in a desolate room. The walls were painted white, the floors and even the ceiling. Abruptly, the room changed, and I saw twenty-five-year-old me with my father. It was the year I got a scholarship to further my studies in Los Angeles. "Elysia, I think you should take the scholarship; you can get married later; this resort won't come twice." My father was anxious. I could discern the pain in his eyes. I wouldn't assert I was not disheartened, I was, but I tried to exclude it. There was absolutely no way I would leave without Peter. We applied to further our studies in Los Angeles, but only mine came through. I know he was impeded. So to make him cheerful, I thought the best thing was to repudiate the offer and accept his proposal. Did he do it on purpose? Did he propose to me cause he knew I wouldn't leave him if we married? Did he trick me? If he did, he succeeded. My life became a living hell after marriage. I should have listened to my father.
Damon's Pov As I walked into the house, I was greeted by the sight of my wife, Elysia, on her knees in front of me, tears streaming down her face. "Please, Damon, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disappoint you again." I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as I looked down at her. It had become a habit for Elysia to beg and plead for my forgiveness whenever she did something wrong. And to be honest, it was a habit that I had come to enjoy. "You always disappoint me, Elysia. How many times do I have to tell you to follow my rules before you finally understand?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sorry, Damon. I'll do better, I promise." Elysia sniffled, her eyes pleading with me. "I've heard that before, Elysia. But actions speak louder than words. If you truly want to make it up to me, you'll show me that you're capable of following my rules." Elysia nodded, her eyes still trained on the ground. "I understand. I'll do anything to make it up to you." I couldn't h
Elysia's Pov I stood in the kitchen, stirring the pot of soup on the stove as Damon walked in. "Is dinner ready yet?" He asked, his voice laced with frustration. "It will be ready in a few more minutes," I replied, trying to keep my tone calm. Damon let out a sigh and walked over to the kitchen table, pulling out his phone and starting to scroll through it. I continued to cook, trying to ignore the tension in the air. I knew what was coming next. Just as I finished pouring the soup into bowls, Damon stood up and slammed his phone down on the table. "This is ridiculous," he shouted. "I can't believe you burned the roast again." I winced at his words, feeling the familiar sting of shame wash over me. "I'm sorry, I'll make sure to do better next time," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "You always say that," Damon spat out. "But you never follow through. I can't even count the number of times you've messed up dinner. You're just a useless housewife who can't even get the
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