THREE YEARS LATER
Nicholas' pov I stared at the dress hanging in my closet, the only reminder I had left of her. I had wanted to throw it out with her other things, but something stopped me. Now, whenever I looked at it, a mix of regret and anger filled my chest. I had thrown away something priceless, something I never deserved. I had everything I could ever want, fleets of cars, estates, wealth beyond measure. And yet, none of it filled the emptiness she left behind. How could I have been so cruel? How could I have divorced her for Sarah? Kiara was pure, like an angel. She was always there for me, despite how coldly I treated her. I didn't deserve her forgiveness, but I'd do anything to hold her again. “I miss you every day, Kiara,” I whispered, pulling her dress close, hoping to catch a faint trace of her scent. It was almost gone, but I could still imagine it calming me. Her hazel eyes used to meet mine with warmth and understanding. Her hair, always tied back, spilled down her shoulders sometimes, and in those moments, she looked gorgeous than ever. Fuck, how did I ever think she wasn't enough? Why did I derive joy in her tears? In all honesty, I didn't even know how I became this monster. I went from being her loving husband to…whatever I am now. How had I let myself become so blind? It would be easy to blame Sarah, but the truth is, I didn't have to let her back into my life. I shouldn't have called her to meet up when she told me she was back in America. I could have told her I had a wife who was everything I needed. But I didn't. And when Sarah told me she had kept something from me, when she introduced me to a child she claimed was mine, I stupidly believed her. Without thinking twice, I pushed Kiara away. I thought I was gaining something, but all I did was ruin my wretched life. I had searched for her everywhere, but Kiara had vanished, slipping through my fingers like sand. I wished she could be mine again, a second chance would fix me right there, forever. FLASHBACK Honestly, Kiara was everything Sarah wasn't. Sarah was a woman who liked to have sex every day, stay in bed, laze around and just act like she owned everything she never worked for. She couldn't even prepare me a meal for once, leaving everything to Agnes. I had started to get irritated by her attitude, she'd come to my office unannounced, boss my staff around and we'd have sex. She was such a boring, reckless woman. And the day it all ended was when I stylishly picked John, her son, from school and went to take a DNA test. Finding out that her son wasn't mine literally felt like I had been struck by lightning. With fury, I drove John home and kicked them both out of my mansion. “Nicholas, you son of a bitch! You'll regret this!” Sarah screamed her lungs out as my bodyguards dragged away from my mansion along with her bastard son. “Luca, alert the whole security guards in this estate that I never want to see this woman again, ever. Understood?” I snarled, standing upstairs as I looked down at her acting like a nuisance. It felt like a burden had been lifted off me, after she left. I longed for Kiara, I wished I hadn't divorced her. “Good morning, Mr. Nicholas.” A call from Ward, my accountant, jolted me from sleep. “Yes, Ward, why this early?” I said in a low, husky voice, rubbing my eyes. “Sir… I-” Ward stuttered, his voice shaking. I knew something was wrong. My heart skipped a beat as I ordered him to speak. “Sir, your first account has been wiped. I just saw it this morning, there's nothing there anymore.” My eyes widened as I flew out of my bed, panic rising through me. What had that bitch Sarah done? She had access to most of my accounts. Fuck! Since then, I had slowly started to get drained financially and Sarah was unable to be traced. The worst moments of my life started to happen and I realized how much I needed Kiara by my side. FLASHBACK ENDS I sat in my office, checking the lists of staff that had started to resign as I clenched my hands into fists. What was happening to my company? Where in the world was Sarah? I placed my hand on my forehead, my heart twisting into my stomach. What was happening to me? A knock on my door drifted my thoughts and Luca strode in. “Boss… I have news.” He said, a small smile spreading across his face. Had he finally found Sarah? “What's the news, Luca?” I said, hoping to hear it was about Sarah. “We found Kiara.” At this moment, time stopped.Nicholas' POVIt was almost too good to believe. As we drove towards a house in Charleston, my stomach was churning. My fingers drummed against my knee, and my jaw tightened.Could this finally be it? Could I really be close to finding her?“Luca, you know… it's better we don't go than going there and not seeing my wife.” I shrugged, my hands tightening into fists. “I'm sure, sir.” Luca nodded through the rearview mirror. “I saw her face clearly. I wouldn't drag you out here if I wasn't certain.”My chest tightened. Was it really her? After all this time? I couldn't even imagine what I'd say if she opened the door. Would she slam it in my face?What if she'd moved on… what if some other man was in there with her? I couldn't even let myself think about that. “Kiara,” I murmured under my breath, rubbing my temples. “Please. Just one more chance…”Luca parked in front of a large, stylish house. I looked out, heartbeat pounding in my ears. The place looked perfect for her- quiet, beau
Kiara's PovI stared at my reflection in the mirror, forcing a smile. It was my birthday, but it didn't feel like it. I had picked a simple dress, nothing special, and put on a bit of makeup. I picked up my phone again, staring at the screen. No messages. Nothing from Damon. Had he forgotten about me?It had been weeks since he left for Singapore to take care of business as usual. He promised he'd call me when he landed, but he hadn't. Not even a single text. I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away. I shouldn't care. I had my work to focus on. I had been so busy these past weeks that I didn't even have time to feel sorry for myself. My position as the CEO of my dad's empire wasn't much of an easy task, but over the past three years, Damon has been my support. I couldn't rely on anyone, not even my step-siblings. They were always trying to get on my nerves. Today was different. I couldn't help it. My heart ached a little. Every birthday reminded me of Nicholas, and the
Kiara's Pov Damon's lips were demanding, devouring me in ways I didn't understand. Just then my phone rang, interrupting the moment. I didn't want to stop, that kiss was so controlling that I almost forgot whose air I was breathing.I hadn't kissed anyone since Nicholas, and I never imagined the sparks igniting again without him.I jerked back, my face flushing as I strode to grab my phone from my bag. Damon exhaled heavily, his jaw tightening. The look in his eyes grew dark as he pressed on his lips. “Sorry,” I mumbled, glancing at the screen. It was my assistant, Rose. “It's fine,” Damon murmured, stepping back, but his gaze lingered on me as he rubbed his hair. I answered the call, managing to balance my breath. “Yes, Rose?”“Ma'am, your stepmother is here at the company,” Rose's voice came out with tension. “She's causing a scene and demanding access to the family account. We can't handle her.”My stepmother was at it again. I closed my eyes briefly and said through gritted
Kiara’s POV The sound of the plane's engines faded into a low hum as we touched down in Florida. My heart tightened with every passing second. It had been three years since I last set foot here, three years since I walked away from a crumbling marriage and a version of myself I barely recognized. Today, I was Kiara Abernathy, CEO of a successful global finance company based in London. I was no longer the timid woman Nicholas married. I came back better, stronger, and with a man that knew my worth. Beside me, Damon reached for my hand, his touch grounding me as I tried to calm the storm raging in my chest. His thumb brushed over my knuckles, and I stole a glance at him. “It'll be fine.” He murmured, his voice as calm as the warmth in his eyes. I nodded, catching a breath. As we exited the plane, the sun kissed my skin, everything felt new and different. I adjusted my tailored white blazer and smoothed the matching trousers that hugged my figure. My heels clicked
Kiara's POVI froze when I heard my name. “Kiara, Please wait!” His voice echoed through the hall as his footsteps quickly approached. I stood still, my fist clenched, as pain crept through me. Slowly, I turned to face him. Every nerve in my body was writhing in pain. His eyes were filled with sorrow and disbelief. “Damon, give us a moment,” I said without looking at him. Damon hesitated, giving me a look before stepping back, just far enough to give us space but still close enough to step in if needed. Nicholas didn't wait. He closed the distance between us, towering over me. The same Nicholas who used to shout at me, who made me cry, now stood here, shuddering in front of me. I stole a glance at the few people passing by us and I said, “Yes, Mr. Chavez?” My voice was cold. Very cold. I remembered everything in a flash. The day we got married, the day we moved into his new estate, the day our lovely marriage started to fall apart. I had predicted that he had been seeing someo
Nicholas’ POV Kiara turned toward Damon, and before I could say anything, she ran into his arms. She held onto him like she needed him to breathe. My chest tightened as I watched her. My Kiara…in someone else's arms. Damon glared at me, his eyes full of anger. “Don't you dare come close to her again!” I stood there, frozen as I looked at them. My fists clenched at my sides, the sting of rejection cutting through me. My mind had screamed at me to stop her, but I couldn't move. She had chosen him, and I couldn't do anything about it. “Did he hurt you?” Damon asked her, his voice gentle, like he cared about her more than anything. Kiara shook her head. “No…I'm fine.” She didn't tell Damon exactly what happened. She didn't look at me. Not even a glance. And then they walked away together. Only Damon turned back and shot me a deadly stare. It felt like someone had ripped my heart out and left me standing there, broken. Why had I kissed her? I didn't know why, but she
Nicholas’ POVA sharp beeping sound pierced through my mind and my head throbbed as I tried to open my eyes. “Kiara…” I murmured. The name slipped out before I could stop it as my voice was way below a whisper. “It's Hollis,” A familiar voice replied softly. I coughed, eyes fully open now as I took in my surroundings. I was in a hospital.Hollis sat by my bedside, her perfectly styled blonde hair falling over her shoulders. Her light blue eyes, filled with worry, met mine. I shifted slightly, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through my ribs. “What happened?”“You were in a car accident,” She explained. “You've been unconscious for hours. The doctors said you were lucky.”I stared at the ceiling, the memory of Kiara in Damon's arms replaying painfully in my head. “Lucky?” I muttered bitterly. Hollis hesitated, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “Nicholas, you're going to drive yourself to ruin if you keep this up. Chasing after someone who-”I turned my head to look at her, cu
Kiara's POV Back at the office, I tried to focus on the pile of work waiting for me after taking a day off. Rose, my assistant, had a stack of files on my desk, which I needed to review urgently. “Thank you, Rose,” I said, glancing at the files. “You're welcome, ma'am. How was your trip to the States?” she asked with a warm smile. “Interesting, Rose. It went well.” I replied, smiling briefly before turning to my laptop. “Okay, ma'am. I'll take my leave now,” she said, nodding slightly before walking out. Moments later, a knock sounded on the door. “Come in,” I called out. The door creaked open, and Damon stepped in, his presence filling the room. A smile played on his lips as he walked toward me, leaning down to place a quick kiss on my cheek. “Missing me already?” he teased. I blushed. “Maybe,” I said, pulling him closer to kiss him on the lips. Then he settled into the chair across from my desk. “Or maybe I'm just surprised to see you here during work hours,” I said, sm
Nicholas’ POVThe shrill ringing of my phone pulled me out of sleep, cutting through the quiet morning. I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I reached for it on my nightstand. Luca's name flashed on the screen. I answered, my voice still hoarse from sleep. “What is it, Luca?” “Sir,” Luca's voice held excitement. “We got in. Kiara's company accepted your application.” I sat up abruptly, the drowsiness vanishing instantly. “What?”Kiara had accepted my application? Unbelievable. I hadn't expected it at all. “Yes, sir,” Luca confirmed. “We got the official email this morning.”For a moment, I didn't know how to react. My fingers tightened around the phone as emotions flooded through me. My eyes widened in happiness as I emerged from my bed. I had sent out applications to several companies, expecting rejections or complicated negotiations, but never in my wildest imagination did I think Kiara would approve me. A part of me wanted to believe it was her way of making peace, but I wasn't that
Kiara's POV“Welcome back to work, Miss Kiara.” Rose greeted me with a smile on her face. I was happy to be back too, after a week of bed rest. My step-siblings were in jail, and I had ignored Ava's countless calls. I didn't even do anything to them. The police had caught them red-handed, and I didn't know how. Damon had sorted everything as he explained. “Collen!” I screamed in excitement as the old man walked up to hug me. Collen had been my biggest support ever since my dad passed away. He never stopped working with me despite the huge change in the company. Although I had given him enough funds and time to spend with his family and friends, he continued working. Collen had saved my life. And I was forever grateful to him and to God who had used him to change my story.“Good to have you back, Kiara.” He said with a big smile on his face. The rest of my staff greeted me happily as I proceeded to the meeting with my board members. “In your absence, ma'am, Mr. Collen has invited th
Nicholas’ POV“Kiara,” I muttered under my breath as the call went on. A cold, malicious laugh crackled through the speaker, making my stomach tighten with rage. Damon. My grip on the phone tightened, my knuckles turning white as I glanced at Hollis, who was still waiting from a distance, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. "Funny how you actually thought Kiara was calling you." His voice dripped with mockery, followed by another laugh that made my blood boil. I clenched my jaw so hard it ached.“Why the fuck did you call me?” I asked, growling. “To say thanks. For, um, saving my woman. And yes I took the credit, she would hate it if she found out that it was her cheating ex-husband who had saved her.” Damon explained. I bit my lip, all I wanted to do right now was punch him in the face. I never wanted the credit. I never wanted Kiara to know. But how on earth had Damon found out enough to pretend that he saved her?A sharp ting of frustration shot through me as I ended the
Nicholas' POV“Sir, the FMF company's shareholders are planning to terminate the contract unless you comply with their demands.” Allen, the director of my board, said in a warning tone. That was it. Hollis had orchestrated this. Forcing me into marriage just to save my company. I growled under my breath, feeling my board members’ eyes on me as I stared at the file on the table.I barely heard the rest of the discussion. The contract lay before me, the words blurring together. “We've had other investors show interest,” Martha chimed in. “but none are willing to commit to the one-year deal.” I nodded absently, my mind elsewhere. Sarah Cameron had already dragged my company through hell, and now, just as I was rebuilding, Hollis was ready to take her chance. She had agreed to help without asking for marriage. What the hell was she on about? I pushed back my chair abruptly. “That'll be all for today. We'll meet again tomorrow.” Without another word, I strode out, heading straight fo
Kiara's POVA dull ache spread through my body as I forced my heavy eyelids open. The brightness of the hospital room made me squint, and for a moment, everything was blurry. My head throbbed, my limbs felt weak, and I struggled to move. “Kiara…” The familiar voice broke through my haze, filled with so much emotion that it tugged at something deep inside me. Blinking a few times, my vision cleared, and I saw Jamie sitting beside me, her eyes glossy with unshed tears. “Oh, thank God!” she choked, covering her mouth with one hand. “You scared the hell out of me.” I tried to speak, but my throat felt too dry. She quickly reached for the cup of water on the bedside table, helping me sit up slightly so I could take a few small sips. The cool liquid soothed my throat, but my body still felt unbearably weak. “How… How long have I been here?” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. “Since last night,” Jamie said, sniffling. “You were unconscious, Kiara.”I swallowed hard, memories o
Kiara's POV“Your sister is in danger, James. I need you to leave whatever you're doing right now.” I said to James over the phone as I drove faster. “Is this some stupid stunt? Mandy has been at her boyfriend's since yesterday.” James scoffed. Damn it! He was getting on my nerves as usual. Only if he knew the mess Mandy was into right now. “Listen to me. I don't even care. Okay? I'm only driving off because the picture was sent to me in view once,” I swallowed. “I was asked to come alone, but I can't endanger my life either. I'll text the location to you, stay around.” I said, forwarding the location to him immediately. “Are you for real? Okay, I'll meet you there.” Goodness gracious. I exhaled, approaching the location. It was a deserted building, and I could feel my heart leaping out of my chest. I couldn't involve the police. It would only make matters worse. As I parked my car, my phone buzzed with James’ text saying he was around the building. I didn't trust James, but his
Kiara's POV“Open your legs, Kiara.” He ordered but in a gentle growl. His eyes were desperate, looking down my thighs as I obediently spread my legs. I was naked. Comfortably naked. He grabbed my thighs, slowly burying his head in between them. I felt the air through his nostrils, his tongue slowly licking my core. I grabbed his hair with one hand, as I moaned at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me. I bit my lower lip, closing my eyes to behold the stars. The way he fondled my core was out of this world. Suddenly, he stopped. “Come back to me, Kiara.” He whispered, raising his head. I looked at him closely and gestured for him to stand up. “You hurt me badly, Nicholas. I moved on, yeah? And I have someone in my life right now. How hard is it to understand?” I said sharply, getting off the bed to get dressed. “You don't love Damon. I see it in your eyes.” He blurted. I laughed, rolling my eyes. “I do love him. You know nothing about me, Nicholas Chavez.” “Then why are
Damon's POVI stood up, watching the phone ring aloud as I stepped out of the house. I didn't want Sofia and Serena to hear our conversation because they disliked Sarah a lot ever since she stole their jewelry years ago.Swallowing the lump in my throat, I picked up the call after it rang again. “I knew you wouldn't ignore my calls. Meet me at our spot.” Our spot? She got to be kidding me right now. I clenched my fist, about to speak until she hung up on me. I sent Sofia a text saying I'd be out for a while, and then I kick-started the car and drove off to FAYS.That was where I met her a few years ago. She was just a blonde with a pretty boldface and had a tiny dove tattoo on her neck. I had just got off work and was driving home at night, and I noticed a lady in a fur coat, walking by the roadside alone. She walked freely and slowly as though nothing else mattered, her head was bent down and when I stopped my car, she stopped walking too.I took her in, she explained that her ex-h
Damon's POV20 Years AgoI was only five years old, but the sound of my mother's sobs still haunts me. I sat on the cold, wooden floor of our small house, watching her pack her clothes into a tattered suitcase. Her hands shook as she tried to close the latch, tears streaming down her bruised face.“Mom,” I cried, crawling closer to her. “Don't leave me. Please, don't leave me.” She knelt in front of me, her trembling hands cupping my face. Her eyes were red, swollen, and filled with pain I couldn't understand at the time.“I love you, Damon,” she whispered. “But I can't stay here anymore.”“Then take me with you!” I begged, grabbing onto her dress. Before she could answer, the door slammed open, and my father stormed in. His face was twisted in anger, his fists clenched. “You think you can leave me?” he roared. “Stop it, Fred!” My mom screamed, standing in front of me as if she could shield me from his rage. But my father didn't stop. His fist collided with her face, and she fel