Elysia Pov I woke up to the feeling of warmth beside me. I opened my eyes to see Warren sitting next to me, his face etched with concern that had me furrowing my brows in confusion. I groaned, my head throbbed and I could feel a massive headache coming on. "Warren, where's Damon?" I asked, turning to face him. Why am I here? Warren's expression changed, and I could tell by the look in his eyes that something was wrong. "Damon's back at the hotel, Elysia," he replied flatly. My instincts screamed at me, something was wrong. "What? Why? What happened?" I asked, my voice filled with concern. I rubbed my temple, the headache was between my eyes now. I looked up when He didn't answer. "Warren, what's going on?" I asked when he hesitated to look at me. "Warren," I said in a warning tone. Warren took a deep breath and began to explain. "Damon was feeling unwell yesterday evening, so he decided to head back to the hotel to get some rest. I stayed with you, in case you needed anythin
Damon My anger boiled over as I stormed to my car, I was fuming and I had no idea why. Maybe it was the woman in the hotel room or the fact that she apologized when she doesn't know what her sins were. Her apologies did nothing to pacify my anger, I hated her even more, but I couldn't tell her that. I had no idea what I was doing and I hoped someone could tell me. I needed to cool off and I know just where to do it. I turned my Gps to the new club and headed there. I sat at the bar, a glass of scotch in my hands. I had the bartender add ice, I needed a clear head to think. A hand clasped my shoulder startling me, I swiveled in the bar stool and came face to face with Warren. His stoic face stared back at me with that knowing look of his. "What?" I snapped. He just shrugged, helping himself to a seat. "Nothing." He peered at me, "I am sorry, she insisted that she wanted to talk to you. I had no choice." I shrugged, "that's okay." I said. And it was, I was not angry with him.
Elysia I woke up to a lot of rustling. I had no idea when I slept off but I could remember crying on the king-sized bed and now I am here. I rubbed my eyes to get rid of the sleep, I saw Damon hunched over our luggage trying to put them together. I felt my heart break into two, I watched him pack one piece of cloth one after the other paying me no attention. He was leaving me. The thought brought a fresh set of tears to my eyes, I struggled not to let them out. I was pathetic. "Damon?" I called out. He paused but didn't turn around. I sighed. "Damon, please don't leave," I said sadly. "What?" He asked but he still didn't turn to me. My lips curled into a pout as I stared at his back. The muscles rippled through his shirt as he continued folding his clothes. "Why won't you answer me? Are you leaving..." But, before I could voice my concerns, he screamed, "Elysia, we're going back to San Jose!" I sat up, startled. My mood lifted when I confirmed that he wasn't leaving me behi
Damon. I opened the door, and seeing Elysia shake with nervousness made me feel funny. It was strange seeing her want to make an impression on the same people who hate her guts. I didn't have the mind to tell her that she was wasting her time and it was never going to work out between her and my parents. That relationship sailed a long time ago, I figured it would be fun to watch her sweat it out. My mother would make her uncomfortable, that's the least they could do. I itched to grab her hand and assure her that everything would be fine but that would be me caring and I wasn't supposed to care, no matter how nice she was being. The door opened and I was floored. My mother’s warm welcome made me smile as I made my way to my Father’s study. I worried about leaving Elysia with my parents knowing their history but I figured she would be fine, I felt nostalgic coming back here, the pictures on the wall and my mother’s signature cooking called to me. I trailed my finger on the pictur
Elysia I sighed with contentment as his hands ran through my back. I couldn't remember the last time he showed any affection. I was careful not to utter a word, I didn't want to ruin the moment. He was sure to pull away from me if he felt rattled. The hand on my back stopped its movement and I almost hissed. The disappointment was clear as day on my face but he couldn't see it. I could hear his heartbeat and for some strange reason, the sound and rhythm of the beating soothed me. It made me calm, a feeling I wasn't accustomed to since I lost my memory. I heard the rumble when he cleared his throat. He muttered something, I wasn't sure what but he repeated it. "I want to adopt Zara's child." I felt like a cold bucket has been poured on me. Suddenly, the hug made sense. He was preparing me for this. I couldn't lash out, that would make me look childish. I untangled myself from the hug, choosing to look at him. I was in shock. My heart was racing, my hands were shaking, and I co
Elysia. I woke up groggy and disoriented, staring at the sterile white walls of the hospital room. I stared at the connecting wires attached to my arm, the steady beeping of the heart rate monitor. I tried to sit up but a hand held me back. "Careful dear," the familiar voice penetrated my thoughts. I turned to the voice immediately and my mother's worried face was the first thing I saw. I held her gaze for a long time and I saw a familiar emotion that seemed strange coming from her. Pity. I immediately burst into tears. She held my hand and stroked my hair. "You are going to be okay. Shhhh" she comforted me but it did nothing to soothe me. It made me even cry harder. My body racked with sobs as it trembled. I was exhausted. "Mom, I am so tired.," I whispered, my voice shaking with fear. "What do you mean, honey? You will be fine," she replied, looking at me with confusion and concern. "I can't, Mom. I just can't. I can't face what happened there. I can't go back to that p
Elysia I ran out of the house, tears streaming down my face. I hunched down, out of breath as I felt my heart break over and over again. I didn't know if it was my brother blaming himself, or my parents letting me go into an arranged marriage. Or the worst of it all, my husband. The cold expression on his face whenever he looked at me came to mind, he regarded me with such contempt that it felt like I was an intruder in the marriage. I wondered what I did to make him hate me this much, he saved my family's company and how did I repay him? I had no idea. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, but I was too hurt and confused to calm down. I had never felt so alone in my life. It was like I was being punished for the sins I couldn't remember for the life of me. No one understood the battle I was fighting, internally and externally. As I walked down the street, I replayed the conversation with Damon over and over again in my mind. His words echoed in my mind like a neve
. Damon I woke up to the shrill sound of my ringtone. I hissed as I flung it somewhere on my nightstand I would look for it later. It kept ringing and it started getting me irritated. I blindly searched for it. I fumbled for the phone on my nightstand, answered it, and was greeted by the voice of my father-in-law. "Hello?" "Damon? Can I speak to Elysia?" Her father's voice boomed over the phone. "She isn't here," I said. I couldn't care less about where she goes or what she does. "Oh, I...I thought she was with you." His voice trembled, a dead giveaway that something was wrong. "No, what's going on?" I asked, instantly awake and alert. "She never came home last night and we can't find her anywhere." His voice cracked at the end. He didn't finish the statement when I was already up from bed, my snide comment was biting me in the ass. A chill ran down my spine. Every in my body screamed at me to go look for her. I told my father-in-law I would be there as soon as possible a