Damien made his way towards his sleek car, his eyes brushed past his loyal driver, who had hurriedly approached the vehicle at the sight of his boss. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he signaled that he would be driving himself today. The driver nodded respectfully and retreated, leaving Damien alone with his thoughts. He stretched to drop the small bag he had packed some clothes in inside the car, but the bag slipped from his grasp and hit the ground with a thud. Damien glanced at it briefly before picking it up, contemplating the escape it promised. He then shook off the notion and climbed into the car. The engine roared to life, drowning out the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind.Damien drove out of the grand entrance of his luxurious house, his mind heavy with conflicting emotions. The weight of impending fatherhood loomed over him, suffocating his desire for freedom. As Damien leaves the house, he felt a pang of guilt but quickly brushes it aside. He never wanted a wife, neve
Damien stood in front of his childhood home, taking one last look before getting into his car. The mansion had always been his safe haven, but he knew he couldn’t stay there forever. He had a pregnant wife waiting for him, and he needed to face his fears of becoming a parent. As he marched towards his car, Damien’s mind wandered to his father. He had been hoping to convince him to hand over the family business, but his two weeks stay had not been fruitful. Damien was disappointed, but he felt refreshed after spending time in his childhood home.Damien took a deep breath as he walked away from the front door of the mansion. The sun was shining bright and warm on his face, but his mind was still clouded with thoughts. He had not expected to stay up to two weeks, but the comfort of the familiar surroundings had been too much to leave behind. He had spent his days seeking advice from his mother, who was always ready to listen and offer a sympathetic ear. He had also hoped to convince his
The sun slowly rose over the horizon, casting a warm glow across the kitchen. Brenda had already risen early, excited about the new day and the new opportunity. Damien had agreed to care for her after their fight. They both knew that they needed to work together for the sake of their baby. And so, they spent the next few days trying to get back to the way things used to be. And it worked. That morning happened like those times they lived happy. Brenda busied herself in the kitchen, humming a tune under her breath as she prepared breakfast for them both. As she cooked, she couldn’t help but nod her head to the beat of the song playing in her head. She stood flipping pancakes and humming the tune to herself. She felt a sense of happiness that she hadn’t experienced in a while. They were slowly working towards mending their broken relationship.Damien emerged from his room, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He was pleased to see Brenda in the kitchen, cooking up a storm as she al
Damien and Brenda continued their love affair, cherishing each moment they spent together. Even though they were always loved up, they had not yet had sex. Damien was careful with Brenda and always made sure that they were properly guarded whenever they were outside. The couple drove around in Damien’s sleek car and this evening, they were having dinner in a classy restaurant. Damien and Brenda sat across each other at the dimly lit table in the classy restaurant, scanning through the menu as the waiter stood beside them. Brenda felt her palms getting sweaty and her heart racing faster with each passing moment. Brenda felt nervous and strange being on a dinner date with Damien. She had never been on a proper date before and if she had been told two months ago that she would go on a date with him, she would not have believed it.Brenda watched as Damien picked the order for both of them and stared blankly at the menu in her hand. The food seemed strange to her, but she knew it must be
Brenda sat cross-legged on her bed, folding a pile of clothes. It was a mundane task, but her mind was buzzing with excitement. She hadn’t gone shopping in weeks, aside from her regular trips to the grocery store. As she neatly stacked her clothes, she couldn’t help but think about all the things she wanted to buy. Suddenly, Brenda paused and furrowed her brows. What did she even need to shop for? The thought left her feeling a little confused. But then, her mind flashed back to that morning when Damien had informed her about their shopping trip. Brenda had hugged him tightly, thrilled at the prospect of a day out.A small smile tugged at the corners of Brenda’s lips as she rubbed her belly softly. She was looking forward to indulging in some retail therapy, maybe even buying something new for herself. But as the minutes ticked by, Brenda grew restless. She stood up, pacing around the room and scanning her closet for inspiration. What should she wear for their shopping excursion? The
Alfred, a man of determination and ambition, paced back and forth inside his opulent hotel suite, his heart racing with every passing second. Frustration etched lines upon his forehead, a testament to his deep contemplation. He had ordered his trusted man, Richard, to scour all the hospitals across the city in search of Brenda’s medical records. The weight of his impatience bore down on him as he anxiously awaited their return.Alfred needed to know the truth, to understand the extent of the damage Damien had inflicted on her. Brenda, once had suffered under his callous treatment, and Alfred had fought hard to win her heart. She had found solace in his loving embrace. But now, Damien had manipulated Brenda’s mind, luring her away from Alfred’s grasp. Anger and determination coursed through Alfred’s veins as he pondered a way to eliminate Damien and reclaim Brenda. His mind, consumed by thoughts, he battled with the tangled web of his emotions. Deep in thought, he finally succumbed to
As Damien and Brenda embarked on a journey to a secluded island, the private jet soared through the azure sky, carrying Damien and Brenda towards their destination. Inside the lavish aircraft, Brenda was unable to tear her eyes away from the opulent interior. Plush leather seats, polished wood accents, the elegant lighting that adorned the cabin, and an array of modern amenities surrounded them. Damien, sitting beside Brenda, noticed the captivated expression on her face and couldn’t help but smile. “I can see you’re quite taken with the jet,” he said, his voice filled with amusement.Brenda’s eyes sparkled with delight as she nodded enthusiastically, she blushed slightly and nodded. “Yes, Damien, it’s absolutely beautiful. I’ve never been in such a luxurious aircraft before. I can’t help but be in awe of the sheer luxury.”Damien’s smile widened, a flicker of nostalgia crossed his face, and he gently adjusted in his seat. “Well, it holds a special significance for me. You see, my fa
The night was dark and quiet as Brenda and Damien lay asleep in their bed. The soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a serene ambiance in the room. The air hung heavy with silence as Brenda and Damien slumbered peacefully in their cozy bedroom. But suddenly, the serenity was abruptly shattered by the thunderous echoes of gunshots that jolted Damien awake from his dreams. He sat up, his heart racing, and strained his ears to discern the source of the commotion. Brenda stirred beside him, her eyes fluttering open, bewildered and disoriented.“What was that?” Brenda exclaimed, her voice filled with confusion and concern as she sat up, rubbing her eyes. She looked at Damien, searching for answers.Damien’s face was etched with a mix of fear and determination. He turned towards Brenda, his voice urgent yet steady. “I think we’re being attacked, Brenda. Stay calm.”Fear overwhelmed Brenda as she listened to the ongoing chaos outside. Gunshots echoed in the distan