The weather was harsh outside, the downpour started in the early evening and continued through the night, a heavy pelting of water that thundered against rooftops and drowned out the sound of all else, yet he didn't raise his head from under the pile of unattended files surrounding his mahogany desk. Darkness had settled itself around him, the only light came through his laptop screen, his eyes fixed on the sleek gadget, sophisticated fingers typing away at the keypad.
His sole focus was on what was being presented on the screen as the howling of winds, pitter-patter of rain and the thundering sky didn't steal his attention. Alone at the office was where he found his peace. But that night something didn't feel alright, and he sensed it, yet had no time to ponder on the uneasiness.
Whatever the circumstances, his work came first, and every single acquaintance of his knew it very well. He never liked compromising with his work. His sophistication and dedication never let him fail at anything. He was someone who had everything the world had to offer at the very age of twenty-six. Never had to chase after love, fame, money, or girls. Girls kissed the ground he walked yet he never spared them a glance, way too occupied with the empire his father left him.
As the clouds roared and lightning flashed across the sky, the rain ran down the window, the streets gleamed stark with the water filling the puddles. He spared a second to glance at the frantic weather, before heaving a deep sigh, exhausted and worked up.
How much he missed the days his family used to enjoy rain together. A small smile involuntary stretched across his lips as the flashes of distant memories flooded his mind. It was painful how he wished to bring back his family together but deep down he knew it was next to impossible. That moment he realized how his work had burdened him, how it had brought him far away from his beloved family members that were the only ones left after the tragic demise of his father. How he drifted apart from his baby sister as the years passed by, and the look she used to give him of utter disappointment was etched to his brain. She wasn't wrong at all, he was surely a disappointment.
Before he could drag himself into the hollow of self-pity, shrill voice of telephone beside his chair drew his attention, and with a deep frown he cautiously picked up the receiver, knowing very well he would be at the receiving end of his mother's wrath for skipping dinner at her place.
"Mom." He acknowledged leisurely, but the moment he heard his mother's worrisome voice from behind the phone, he sat up straight, a deep frown marring his sharp, yet beautiful features.
"Damon? Thank goodness you picked up my call. I was trying to reach you for the past two hours son..." She trailed off, and he drew a breath.
"What is wrong mom? Is everything alright?" He couldn't help but worry, flashes of worst scenarios invading his mind.
"No son. Lucy has not yet reached home." The panic in her voice was clear as water and he stood up abruptly the same concern seeping into him.
"What? What do you mean mom?"
"Yes, son. Her phone is off and I am unable to reach her or the driver." Her voice shook at the end. I closed my eyes, trying not to smash anything in front of me.
"Rhodes was with her mom. Don't worry I will bring her home. Okay?" He picked up his car keys and mobile phone at the same time assuring his mother, who was on the verge of spilling tears.
Ending the call, he shut down his laptop before rushing out of the 'Lysander's building without giving a thought to the rain pouring down, wetting his expensive clothes.
At that moment, nothing mattered to him except his sister's safety. Reversing his car through the empty parking lot he drove straight out on the deserted roads, drenched in heavy rain.
With one hand on the wheel, he dialed Rhodes's number but as if the luck was not in his favor, his phone was switched off too. Slamming onto the steering wheel, he let out an exasperated growl, his demons clawing at his insides, begging to be freed.
He was helpless, at that time of the hour, he was aimlessly driving through the empty roads just to catch a glimpse of his sister's car. The rain coming steadily and coldly against the windshield and rattled on the roof of the car
He was then doubtful, eyebrows scrunched together, as he tried hard to remember even the minute details that could give him benefit of the doubt.
Dialing another number that was thankfully picked up at the third ring, he barked out.
"Salim I need Rhodes location right now!"
"On it boss." Came the firm voice of Rhodes's assistant.
He sighed, at least he was wrong for having second thoughts about Rhodes. He must be stuck somewhere, it wasn't like him at all to keep his phone powered off.
"Sir his car's GPS indicates he is 12km away from you, heading south and taking a first left turn to..."
"To where?" He asserted, impatient.
"To the city hospital." Salim completed, and for a second Damon's heart stopped pumping blood to his body.
"What the fuck? Hospital?" He shouted at no one in particular, his hold tightening around the steering wheel.
"Yes, boss," Salim replied despite the fact it wasn't directed at him.
"Okay I am driving to the hospital and I need you there as well in fifteen." He ordered before cutting the call and concentrating fully on driving as to not crash into a tree or a car.
An incoming call drew his attention and he relaxed looking at the name on display that read Rhodes.
"Boss." He sounded frantic to him and he again stiffened in the seat.
"Why are you at the hospital, Rhodes? What happened?" He demanded in his hard voice that left no room for a sleazy talk.
Rhodes was not surprised at the fact how his employer knew where he was at. After all, he was Damon Lysander, nothing got hidden from his hawk-like eyes.
"Boss.." Rhodes hesitated a little before speaking. "Boss Ms. Lysander met with an accident, I am currently outside the OT, she is being taken care of." Although Rhodes tried hard to control the shakiness in his voice, he failed miserably.
If Damon didn't learn to control his emotions, he would be in tears just listening to her sister's condition. But he knew better, he couldn't cry, he won't, he chanted in his brain.
"Consider yourself dead Rhodes." He took a sharp turn to the left, the broad sign of hospital now visible. "I am just outside."
Lucy was in danger, currently being treated. That moment he wished he would have listened to her and took her to the mall himself.
He again realized, he was a disappointment. Damon Lysander had everything but what he had the most were his insecurities, that he couldn't ever let go of.
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Rushing through the corridors of the hospitals that stank of melancholy and gloom, he found his way to the OT the kind nurse had guided him to.
Upon reaching near the doors he caught sight of Rhodes standing limply against the wall. Rage ran through his nerves as he marched over to where he stood and grabbed his collar.
"You had one fucking job to keep my sister safe but you failed Rhodes." Damon snarled right on his face, fury blurred his senses and before he knew it, he was punching him to the point he laid lifeless, bruises marring his face along with the blood from the wounds caused by the accident.
"Sir what are you doing? Sir?" The familiar feminine voice drew his attention and he couldn't help but rake his eyes all over her petite body.
"Sir this man was already injured and you made it worst. I am sorry if you don't stop I'll have to call the security." Every word that came out of her mouth sent cold chills down his spine.
He didn't mind her hard tone that didn't sound hard at all but sweet and melodious.
Two other nurses rushed to Rhodes's aid before putting him onto the stretcher and wheeling him away from the brooding man.
He didn't understand why but the cold look the pretty nurse gave him was not something he liked, he concluded. He somehow didn't want her to be disappointed in him too.
His sister was inside the OT for fuck's sake but here he was eyeing a nurse most probably imposed with his sister's case.
"What happened to her?" He demanded an immediate answer to his question as he looked blankly at the nurse who had clipped papers in her hands.
"We cannot conclude at the moment, sir." She walked near him. "Here. Kindly fill these papers. Also do you by any chance happen to know the man that was just taken away?" She asked cautiously.
Damon filled in the useless form, waiting outside on the uncomfortable and cold chairs before nodding his head, as he looked into her honey brown eyes straight.
"Yes, he works for me." He spoke authoritatively.
"Alright, so please fill this out as well." She again handed a couple of papers.
He obediently signed, too tired to argue. He needed to call my mother. She must be worried sick for her only precious daughter. But he knew he couldn't just tell her about Lucy's accident. She won't be able to bear it.
Walking away from the doors of the operation theater, he called her and informed her about Lucy, coming up with a lie at the moment was much better given his mom's weak heart after his father's death. After assuring his mother about his sister's stay at his place he cut the call and made his way back to the chairs, this time he found Salim sitting there in a frenzied state.
Now he realized his drenched state and took off his coat which was sticking to him like a second skin. The rain was still pouring hard but at that moment nothing mattered to him.
His baby sister was fighting her death inside and he couldn't do anything except pray and hope she was safe and away from all danger.
Rhodes had been shifted to a private room and was sleeping under the effect of the drugs while he and Salim waited for an update regarding Lucy's health.
"What is taking so long?" He snapped at the nurse that stepped out of the OT.
"Sir you need to be patient. We need to operate on her as she crushed half of her hip bone. Her condition is unwell as we speak." She professionally spoke but the ground slipped from beneath Damon's feet at her details.
"You need to sign at the bottom to consent to the operation." She handed him another set of papers, for the first time in his life he ever signed any papers without reading thoroughly. All that roamed around his head was how his sister was bearing so much.
Anxiously waiting there, he just prayed, she comes out healthy like before.
"Salim! Find out who is behind this." Damon seethed, deadly. His eyes turning a darker shade of blue.
He knew who was behind this very well. Jeremy Lincoln never failed to rocket his hate for him.
All now he needed were clues. Clues to take down the man he loathed from the bottom of his heart. The man who was solely the reason why his precious little sister fighting for her life. Just because of one person. He wouldn't sit calmly before he has that Jeremy Lincoln in front of him on his knees.
"Boss it was indeed Jeremy Lincoln behind Ms. Lucy's accident. He made it look like a hit and run but we found the owner of the car whose tire traces we found near her car. The car belonged to his colleague who was executed last month for attempted rape." Salim finished what he had found in the last two days. "Why he had his colleague's car?" I asked sitting up, suddenly interested in what more he had to say. "Boss I am not a hundred percent sure but many scenarios lead to Jeremy somehow involved in the rape case." He rubbed the corner of his eyebrow. "I am still digging into it. There are many loopholes that I found in the case and some things were either missing or overlooked." He finished with a hard frown. "Who was the victim of rape?" He hesitated. "Mother of Jeremy boss." My heart sank at the mention of the rape of a mother. She did not deserve this. No one ever deserved it.
It was raining cats and dogs and I was pleased with the fact that I reached the hospital on time, or I would have been a drenched whale. I had a night shift at the hospital and couldn't be happier to get away from my house which was more like a mental asylum.Marina, my stepmother never left a chance to make me feel like an outcast. She was the real bitch I ever came across. That evil features and hate dripping down her eyes for me, alone. "Ms. Ambrose you are going to be in charge of all Dr. Frank's patients today as he is running late." Nat, the receptionist called out to me, handing me my schedule and I internally groaned at the list of names I had to attend to. Although I loved my job, it always worked like a coping mechanism for me but the tasks always used to get tiring. "Okay, Nat. Thanks." With that said I took off for room 23 that had my first patient of the night. I was done taking a round of the rooms I was in charge of when my
I can't describe what I am feeling. I am not happy, and I know that. but I am also not exactly sad either. I am just caught right in between all these emotions and I feel so empty. When you feel like nothing is going your way and you feel down, I pick myself up and help others even if I am hurt myself. Helping others and seeing their happiness always without a doubt make me happy, so happy that it can't be described in words.Helping others does not decrease your value, it only increases it. And this is what I have learned. I chose to be a nurse to help others. And there was one more reason why I chose nursing as my profession. My late mother was a nurse too. And maybe, just to feel a little closer to her, I did that. Maybe I wanted her to be proud of me. My dad never talked to me politely after his second marriage with Marina but sometimes, when he used to miss my mom, he'd tell me something about their previous lives. I only got to know
"Boss. I got Frank's call records. He alerted Draco about the transfer of Ms. Lysander to the main house." Salim stood away from the desk as Rhodes just sat there on the chair laid out in front of the desk, with a clenched jaw. "Frank betrayed us. I won't leave him. Bastard." Damon gritted out, throwing the first thing that came in his reach, a paperweight slamming against the white wall of his office. Both Salim and Rhodes didn't flinch but just sighed. Knowing the rage boiling inside of their employer. He was a hot-headed man and it didn't take seconds for him to explode. Sitting behind his office desk, he looked, deadly in the grey business suit that hugged him like a second skin. He had the kind of face that stopped people in their tracks. The rippling texture of his rich Viking-gold hair, which he meticulously managed, was an indication of his great health. His strong cheekbones were accentuated by his aquiline nose. His basalt jaw and
Valerie's pov "Valerie, your phone's been ringing for a while. What's up? You good?" It was Ron who stood at my desk, peering down at me. He was a nice, tall guy, and had a girlfriend. He was a loyal man and I wanted someone like him. He always respected boundaries unlike someone like Marko. Well they have no comparison. "Uh, yes, I will just take it. Thanks." I smiled as I received the call with a sour mood. "Yes?" It was Marina. What did she even want now? We just had a quarrel on the breakfast in the morning. She was seriously getting on my nerves now. It must be that stupid dinner with that ass. Why can't he just die and leave me alone? "I need you home in less than an hour. You hear me, Valerie? If you don't come in an hour you wouldn't like to know what I will do to you? Okay. Be quick." Her high pitched voice then went dead. Sighing, I shook my head. Not again. The headache was forming and it was just afternoon.
Entering the closet, I eyed the red dress that looked more like lingerie. Putting it off the hanger, I scrutinized that small piece of dress. It was a sheer piece of clothing that I never ever wore. And I never intended to even. What was wrong with this woman? She chose the most skimpiest dress for me. Was it even called a dress? It was blood red and had a plunging neckline. I never wore this type of dress ever before. My sanity never allowed me to wear such a piece of cloth. It was nothing but awful. As much as I liked it, I hated it even more. It looked as if I was going to bed not a fucking date.Did Marina hit her head or something? Was she even in her senses when she picked it up? I now regretted agreeing to her choosing the dress for me. I was never interested so I let her chose the dress for me when she asked, or more like demanded that I leave the dress on her. Now I realized why she did what she did. She wanted me to seduce that pervert or something? If she tho
Rolling my eyes, I trudged towards the front door and yanked it open with a sour face. Just as I expected, the old man stood there in his disgustingly sweet smile that I so wanted to wipe off. I was already very tensed about what had happened a few hours ago and here this pervert just wanted to have fun. Huh. I scoffed as he raked my figure, stopping at my chest before meeting my eyes. "Well aren't you a beauty?" That was what he said as he forwarded his hand for me to take. For my father's sake, I internally rolled my eyes and put my hand in his awaiting one. Pulling me closer, he did a shocking thing. He kissed me on my cheek and I just felt so disgusted. Ew. "You look lovely Valerie." He complimented and I just smiled, trying not to grimace instead. "Thank you, Mr. Gavin," I spoke through my gritted teeth. "Oh just call me Gavin darling." He spoke and I just wanted to puke at his nicely worn suit
"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice wavering at the end. Something was not right and my gut was indicating something else. Hell will freeze before I agree on being his fiancee. He cleared his throat and nodded as if having an internal conversation with himself. "Your mother and I have come to an understanding to wed you off to me." And once again in just a span of a few hours, the land beneath me was snatched. I got up and was about to scream and give him a piece of mind but he held my hand and glared at me. "Now no need to make a scene. Sit your ass down. We can talk about this." His voice had that dangerous edge to his voice and I sat down again and squirmed under his gaze. "What is there to talk about?" I said with a hiss and he just looked at me. "Your mother.." He started but I cut him off. "Stepmother!" "Yes. Your stepmothe
I was checking out girls sitting on the barstool when my eyes landed on that short dress temptress. I had no idea if I was hallucinating or if God was merciful enough to give me a chance at her. My eyes were trained on her every move. The way she swayed her hips, the way she moved her hands in the air going along with the beat. It was all so tempting. She looked hot as fuck and I was grateful I did not have to shoot some fucker making a move on her. She was laughing and enjoying along with some other girls and I couldn't help but admire her from afar. I downed another shot of whiskey that left a burning sensation in my system. I lost count of how many shots I took but I knew with the way my head was blurry that I took more than I usually do. God. This woman was driving me crazy and I haven't even made a move yet. As she came back to take her seat on the stool her mesmerizing scent hit my nostrils and I couldn't help but take de
Fuck fuck fuck. Everything was falling apart and I couldn't help but sit behind my desk and smoke my guts out. Nothing made sense. And to top it all, mother wasn't feeling well. I took a long drag of the toxic stick between my fingers when I felt a headache forming. A knock snapped me back to reality and I let out a puff of smoke as I permitted Rhodes to enter. "Boss. I-I— You fired another nurse." He asked hesitantly and I just rolled my eyes. "Yes. Such a headache." It was the fourth nurse in three days that I had fired. I remember what happened last night. START OF FLASHBACK! I was in my study at home when the knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts and, straightening up, I cleared my throat before permitting whoever it was to enter the room. The door was pushed open before the nurse's cheap perfume surrounded the room and I almost cringed in absolute disgust. It could be only
The night was still young and I knew I won't be going home tonight. It was better if I stayed away from that house that just reeked of greed. Walking down the deserted street in my high heels was not what I wanted but I could not even do anything about it. Everything was rushing me to do something impulsive yet I just walked down like a normal person. No one knew what was actually going inside my head. People would pity me if they find out I had a liability of fifty thousand dollars. It wasn't five thousand dollars that I could pay but something way out of my league. I really had no idea what I was going to do about it. The music coming from one of the bars on the other side of the street had me stilling in my place. The place looked very colorful and lively and a long line of cars parked indicated the crowd. The security guards were patrolling the area and without a second thought, I made my way across the street. Showing my I
"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice wavering at the end. Something was not right and my gut was indicating something else. Hell will freeze before I agree on being his fiancee. He cleared his throat and nodded as if having an internal conversation with himself. "Your mother and I have come to an understanding to wed you off to me." And once again in just a span of a few hours, the land beneath me was snatched. I got up and was about to scream and give him a piece of mind but he held my hand and glared at me. "Now no need to make a scene. Sit your ass down. We can talk about this." His voice had that dangerous edge to his voice and I sat down again and squirmed under his gaze. "What is there to talk about?" I said with a hiss and he just looked at me. "Your mother.." He started but I cut him off. "Stepmother!" "Yes. Your stepmothe
Rolling my eyes, I trudged towards the front door and yanked it open with a sour face. Just as I expected, the old man stood there in his disgustingly sweet smile that I so wanted to wipe off. I was already very tensed about what had happened a few hours ago and here this pervert just wanted to have fun. Huh. I scoffed as he raked my figure, stopping at my chest before meeting my eyes. "Well aren't you a beauty?" That was what he said as he forwarded his hand for me to take. For my father's sake, I internally rolled my eyes and put my hand in his awaiting one. Pulling me closer, he did a shocking thing. He kissed me on my cheek and I just felt so disgusted. Ew. "You look lovely Valerie." He complimented and I just smiled, trying not to grimace instead. "Thank you, Mr. Gavin," I spoke through my gritted teeth. "Oh just call me Gavin darling." He spoke and I just wanted to puke at his nicely worn suit
Entering the closet, I eyed the red dress that looked more like lingerie. Putting it off the hanger, I scrutinized that small piece of dress. It was a sheer piece of clothing that I never ever wore. And I never intended to even. What was wrong with this woman? She chose the most skimpiest dress for me. Was it even called a dress? It was blood red and had a plunging neckline. I never wore this type of dress ever before. My sanity never allowed me to wear such a piece of cloth. It was nothing but awful. As much as I liked it, I hated it even more. It looked as if I was going to bed not a fucking date.Did Marina hit her head or something? Was she even in her senses when she picked it up? I now regretted agreeing to her choosing the dress for me. I was never interested so I let her chose the dress for me when she asked, or more like demanded that I leave the dress on her. Now I realized why she did what she did. She wanted me to seduce that pervert or something? If she tho
Valerie's pov "Valerie, your phone's been ringing for a while. What's up? You good?" It was Ron who stood at my desk, peering down at me. He was a nice, tall guy, and had a girlfriend. He was a loyal man and I wanted someone like him. He always respected boundaries unlike someone like Marko. Well they have no comparison. "Uh, yes, I will just take it. Thanks." I smiled as I received the call with a sour mood. "Yes?" It was Marina. What did she even want now? We just had a quarrel on the breakfast in the morning. She was seriously getting on my nerves now. It must be that stupid dinner with that ass. Why can't he just die and leave me alone? "I need you home in less than an hour. You hear me, Valerie? If you don't come in an hour you wouldn't like to know what I will do to you? Okay. Be quick." Her high pitched voice then went dead. Sighing, I shook my head. Not again. The headache was forming and it was just afternoon.
"Boss. I got Frank's call records. He alerted Draco about the transfer of Ms. Lysander to the main house." Salim stood away from the desk as Rhodes just sat there on the chair laid out in front of the desk, with a clenched jaw. "Frank betrayed us. I won't leave him. Bastard." Damon gritted out, throwing the first thing that came in his reach, a paperweight slamming against the white wall of his office. Both Salim and Rhodes didn't flinch but just sighed. Knowing the rage boiling inside of their employer. He was a hot-headed man and it didn't take seconds for him to explode. Sitting behind his office desk, he looked, deadly in the grey business suit that hugged him like a second skin. He had the kind of face that stopped people in their tracks. The rippling texture of his rich Viking-gold hair, which he meticulously managed, was an indication of his great health. His strong cheekbones were accentuated by his aquiline nose. His basalt jaw and
I can't describe what I am feeling. I am not happy, and I know that. but I am also not exactly sad either. I am just caught right in between all these emotions and I feel so empty. When you feel like nothing is going your way and you feel down, I pick myself up and help others even if I am hurt myself. Helping others and seeing their happiness always without a doubt make me happy, so happy that it can't be described in words.Helping others does not decrease your value, it only increases it. And this is what I have learned. I chose to be a nurse to help others. And there was one more reason why I chose nursing as my profession. My late mother was a nurse too. And maybe, just to feel a little closer to her, I did that. Maybe I wanted her to be proud of me. My dad never talked to me politely after his second marriage with Marina but sometimes, when he used to miss my mom, he'd tell me something about their previous lives. I only got to know