Daisy-Belle's pov
The music blares loudly, and the girls are dancing to its rhythm. The ambiance in the nightclub is a blend of joy, freedom, enthusiasm, and a certain kind of sexual tension.
However, I find no happiness among the crowd. I wish to drown my sorrows in alcohol, and I can see my best friend, Pam, watching me with pity.
"I hate him, Pam. I really do," I say as I hastily consume the last drops of my drink.
"Babe, you need to let it go. Let's enjoy this night," she advises, placing her hand on my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me, but I remain inconsolable.
Tears are now streaming down my face, and I can tell Pam is growing weary of repeating that everything will be okay.
She wanted to have a good time at the party, but having me around is ruining the atmosphere for her. She probably regrets bringing me here. I'm aware she suggested the party as a way to cheer me up, but I'm feeling miserable.
"I'll deal with him when I see him next," I announce and let out a burp while wiping my tears with the back of my hand.
"I won't bear his children any longer...," I start but belch once again.
"I told you to forget about him already, didn't I?" I sense her frustration.
I'm taken aback by her tone. I simply want to talk about Cameron all night so that maybe by tomorrow, I can begin to forget about him. Why can't she understand that?
"Are you yelling at me, Pam?" I point my finger at her chest, questioning her. Pam shakes her head and pulls me close to her.
"I just want you to hear me over the loud music," she whispers in my ear, trying to explain, and she rocks my body gently as if I were a baby. She uses her thumb to wipe away the remaining tears on my cheek.
"It's okay, sweetie. You know I love you, right?"
I nod and pull away from the embrace. I'm starting to feel the urge to use the restroom, so I stand up suddenly and wobble a bit. Pam rises to her feet to support me, ensuring I don't stumble.
"Where are you going?"
"I need to use the bathroom," I reply.
"Let me accompany you," Pam suggests.
"No," I burst into laughter. "I'll be back shortly." I step away from her grasp.
"Are you sure?"
"Yep," I reply before staggering off to the bathroom. I know that my friend will use this brief moment to her advantage, as I notice a guy throwing a wink in her direction.
My eyes are squinting due to the alcohol, making it difficult to locate the restroom. I realize just how drunk I am. I rub my eyes with the back of my right hand to try and see more clearly. I notice that the bathroom is a short distance away.
"Damn you, Cameron. I hate you," I mutter as I place my hands on the walls to guide myself along the narrow corridor leading to the restroom.
My legs wobble as I walk, and I struggle to maintain my balance. Frustration almost makes me fall. After regaining my posture, I finally reach the restroom door. I push it open with my left leg and step inside.
As I'm about to unzip my skirt, a guy exits the adjacent stall, zipping up his trousers. He appears surprised when he sees me.
"What are you doing here?" I inquire.
"What are you doing here?" He retorts.
I squint at him, perplexed by why he's in the women's restroom instead of the men's.
"You seem drunk," he mocks and walks over to the sink to wash his hands.
His comment stings, and I feel hurt.
"How dare you call me drunk?" I follow him, my voice rising in anger.
I had been drinking to forget my heartbreak after Cameron dumped me for a party girl. However, the alcohol wasn't helping me forget, and now I'm in a restroom with a man who's calling me a drunk.
The man seems taken aback by my outburst. He turns around and folds his arms.
"Aren't you drunk?"
"Of course not," I burp.
He lets out a light chuckle and returns to wash his hands, eager to leave. "You pervert," I insult him. "I know you're in here because you want to catch a glimpse of the panties of all the girls that come in here."
"Will you shut the hell up?" He snaps at me in irritation. His eyes suddenly turn red, and I quiver in fear, frightened by his authoritative tone. He glares at me for a moment before walking towards me.
As he approaches, I begin to step back, alarmed by the dangerous look on his face. I keep moving until my back meets the wall. I open my eyes wide, my heart pounding hard. I closely examine his face – his crystal blue eyes, the long pointed nose, the pink lips, the mustache, and his wavy black hair. He looks handsome and dangerous.
I'm drawn to men like him, which is why I fell hard for Cameron.
The man's breath brushes against my neck, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I shudder. He moves his mouth close to my ear and whispers, "I am a pervert, aren't I?"
I'm starting to sober up, and I shake my head nervously.
When he doesn't say anything else, I gulp and look up towards the door, noticing what's written above it. I gasp softly, realizing that I'm in the wrong washroom – I'm in the men's toilet.
"You just called me a pervert, didn't you?" I shake my head again as I glance back at him.
He straightens his tie and moves away with a satisfied grin on his face. "I can get any woman I want with my charms," he leans forward to whisper in my ear. "You're included. I know I'm handsome, so stop ogling me."
He gracefully walks towards the door, but before he can leave, I start to feel sober again and stop him.
"I wasn't staring at you. Besides, you're not handsome to me. My boyfriend is way more handsome. You don't need to be so confident about getting any girl you want, me included."
I roll my eyes, ignoring the pounding of my heart. I don't want him to think I find him attractive – he's too confident about his looks, and I hate admitting my feelings to men like that.
"Really?" He smirks.
"Yes."
He strolls back to where I'm standing.
"If your boyfriend is more handsome, you wouldn't be looking at me that way. Besides, what are you doing here all alone and wasted?" He folds his arms in front of me, clearly enjoying this.
"Who told you I'm here alone?" I chuckle, feigning happiness.
"If you were with your boyfriend, you wouldn't be this drunk," he asserts.
I fall into a hushed silence, unsure of how to respond. I suddenly find myself at a loss for words.
I step out of his line of sight and inquire, "Are you a psychologist?" He simply smiles.
Turning to enter the toilet to relieve myself, I can sense his eyes on me.
Zayden's Pov
I remain in my spot, eagerly awaiting her return. My mind races with fantasies, viewing this as an opportunity to fulfill my desire to have sex in a restroom. I'm also determined to prove to the girl that my charms can capture any woman.
I arrived at the party with the sole intention of finding a woman for the night after two intense weeks of nonstop work. When she exits the restroom and spots me standing there, she's about to speak when I interject.
"How about I kiss you to prove that you're not attracted to me?" I propose.
"What?" She exclaims, scoffing. "Do I appear like a cheap fling to you?"
"No," I reply. "You appear decent, but I simply want to be certain that you aren't attracted to me, as you claimed."
I can see through her lie. She finds me appealing. I'm aware that I'm the most handsome man she's ever encountered. However, she didn't want to reveal that.
As she's still processing my question, I place my hand on her waist, and moments later, our lips meet. She gasps as I kiss her gently. Her eyes widen in astonishment, and I can hear her heart racing. My eyes remain open as I wish to witness her reaction.
I sense her thoughts. She can't believe she's kissing another man just a day after breaking up with her first boyfriend. She feels as if she's betraying him, having never kissed anyone else but her first boyfriend. Kissing another man, namely me, feels different, and I discern all of this from her expressions.
I handle her with care. As I nip at her lower lip, she moans, closing her eyes to immerse herself in the moment, momentarily forgetting her efforts to conceal her emotions from me.
I close my eyes too and run my hand down her thigh, raising her left leg. She gasps once more. While continuing to kiss her, I maneuver her onto the sink and press her back against the large mirror. I discontinue the kiss after undressing us both.
"Should I go..."
She nods in anticipation, breathing heavily. As I enter her, I realize it's time to let go of the past and begin to satiate the sexual desires and fantasies I've long deprived myself of. My last sexual encounter was years ago.
Zayden's PovThe elevator bell chimes, and I step out with my secretary following closely behind. My phone is glued to my ear as I engage in a call with a client. I'm not just the CEO but also one of the youngest billionaires in America. I have ownership in multiple businesses across New York, New Jersey, Las Vegas, and even in China. The only heir to my billionaire father, I've inherited an empire."We'll schedule a meeting next week, Mr. Alexander. I'll have my secretary arrange the appointment," I confirm as I continue walking towards my office."Alright, thank you," I reply before ending the call.It's only 11 am, and I've already attended two business meetings today: one within the company and the other outside. I return to my office with Chloe, my secretary, who appears less than thrilled as she clutches a pile of files, burdened with work before the day's end."Get those tasks completed and bring them to my office as soon as possible, Chloe," I pause and instruct her before en
Daisy-Belle's Pov"Will you be my date tonight, Belle?" Tony's question catches me off guard. My mind races as I blink, trying to process the various thoughts that flood in.I'm still trying to recover from my recent breakup with my ex-boyfriend. I had no desire to see him after he ended our relationship, and I hadn't seen him since. But now, an inexplicable desire to confront him, even if only once, wells up in me. I need to know the genuine reason behind his decision to break my heart.I had given him everything – my heart, body, and soul. I loved him wholeheartedly, but all he did was shatter my heart into countless pieces. I'm still picking up the fragments, attempting to mend them. I'm holding onto the hope that one day, my heart will heal.Tony's invitation to go on a date is stirring up the pain of my past. Three months have passed since Cameron broke up with me, yet the pain remains as fresh as if it had happened only a day ago. The wound is still raw, still stinging in my hea
Daisy-Belle's POVThe moment we entered the house, my mother exploded. She had remained silent the entire ride home after the shocking news the doctor had delivered. Pamela had dropped us off, and the tension had only grown during the silence that lingered as we entered our home.I bite my lower lip, overwhelmed by regret, and I don't know how to respond to my mother. How can I be three months pregnant without even realizing it? I ask myself. I know my mother must be terribly disappointed in me, and her harsh words cut deep."Who the hell did you have sex with, Belle?" My mother yells at me, her words laced with anger. "Aren't you going to answer me, you loose girl?""Mom, I'm not loose," I retort with anger rising in my voice. "Why are you calling me a loose girl when you don't even know how I got pregnant?""Then talk! Your silence is killing me," she snaps. "How will you cope with this and your academics? Is this how I raised you? Why do you like tormenting me?""Mom...""Don't cal
Mila's POVSex with Zayden is consistently exhilarating, and I can't seem to get enough of him. It's been a week since we indulged in an office affair, and I'm eagerly anticipating more of these rendezvous.A satisfied grin plays on my lips as I drive into the company premises. I've got plans, and I'm steadily working towards them. If everything goes my way, Zayden will be mine for good. This is the dream I'm chasing.I've dressed in a brown straight skirt paired with a white blouse. My black stiletto heels and light brown handbag complete my attire, matching the elegant look I want to project. I know Zayden will be inside; he's a dedicated workaholic.The night Zayden and I first crossed paths, we were strangers, yet he looked oddly familiar. I discreetly snapped a picture of his handsome face while he slept, and I headed home the next day after a passionate night together.When my mother saw his picture on my phone, she recognized him. It turns out that Zayden's father and my father
Zayden perspective I observed the scene unfolding between my father and Mila.How did they know each other? Am I involved with one of my father's acquaintances? I wondered.Mila barely meets my father's gaze, displaying immense respect for him, which piques my curiosity about the connection between them.I've been searching for a way to get rid of her, and understanding her relationship with my father might provide a solution, I thought to myself."You've got yourself a beautiful young lady; I had no idea you'd started dating again," my father commented as he took a seat in my office after Mila had left.I maintained a composed expression, wondering about the purpose of his visit. He doesn't typically come to my workplace, and I haven't been answering his calls. We haven't seen each other for a year."Why are you here?" I asked, my tone stern.He chuckled lightly. "Why wouldn't I be in my son's company? That's quite preposterous," he gestured with his hands to emphasize the ridiculou
Daisy-Belle perspective I'm getting ready for school, recalling the conversation I had with my mom yesterday. Although I don't entirely agree with her advice, I understand her financial struggles. I put on ripped blue jeans, a white shirt, a brown duster jacket, and gray sneakers. After dressing, I check my appearance in the mirror and apply some makeup. I bid my mom farewell, head outside, and flag down a cab, fortunate to find one quickly. A short ride later, I arrive at the campus, pay the cab fare, and enter. Today, I plan to speak with my friend Pamela about my pregnancy and my decision.Pamela is a supportive friend who doesn't pressure me to reveal things I'm not ready to discuss, unlike my mom. She knows I'll confide in her when I'm prepared. This is something Pamela has understood about me that my mom hasn't. I want to talk, and Pamela is the person I trust to share my fears with. She doesn't pick me up from home every day, and today is one of those days.Before I know it, I
Daisy-Belle's Perspective (POV):I'm relieved that the words are finally out, so I exhale deeply, realizing I had been holding my breath. To my surprise, Pam remains silent. I expected her to react with shock or question my decision, but she doesn't say anything.I gradually open my eyes and turn to look at her. She's just observing me, her face devoid of any expression. I can't discern her thoughts or whether she supports my choice. I lower my head, waiting for her response.Pamela has always been the more mature one between us, and I frequently seek her advice. She's like a second mother to me, and I love her dearly."You want to abort the baby?" She finally demands."Yes," I reply sharply."Why?" Her voice is soft.I shrug. "Mom and I talked last night, and we...""And she suggested you have an abortion?" I can hear the disbelief in her tone.Pamela knows me well, and she's aware I wouldn't have considered this without someone planting the idea in my head."No," I lie, trying to pr
Daisy-Belle's Perspective (POV):I watch as Tony walks away, my heart heavy with the disgust he showed me. I can't understand why I'm feeling this way about Tony, but his look has made me feel cheap and worthless."Belle," Pamela returns to my side. She places her hand on my shoulder, waiting for me to lift my head. She must think I'm crying, but I'm not. I want to cry, but no tears come. I'm tired of crying, tired of the problems that keep surfacing. I'm fed up with everything, and I feel like ending it all. One single mistake of mine has brought nothing but shame."Belle?" She calls again."Did you see the way he looked at me?" I ask, raising my head to question her."It doesn't matter," she shakes her head."What?" I exclaim. "It doesn't matter? He's going to tell everyone, he won't like me anymore," I nearly yell.She thinks for a moment before asking me, "Do you like him?"I realize my previous statement was wrong. I'm not even sure if I like Tony, but the idea of him not botheri
Belle's POV"Tessa Rodrigue has been sentenced to life imprisonment for the kidnap of the Billionaire's daughter, Lily Elizabeth Alvarez", the reporter states, and I heave a deep sigh. I feel a touch and I know instantly that it is Zayden."What are you thinking about?" He asks me after pecking my lips. He pulls me closer and puts off the television with the control. I am sitting in between his legs with his back on the headboard."Nothing", I whisper. I have just finished taking a bath and Zayden is also coming out of the bathroom. We have plans of going on a tour today. We are on a vacation to Paris and we are going to begin our tour today. We have been indoors for two days now, doing nothing other than playing games, cuddling in each other's arms, and having sex. Sex with Zayden is amazing and I love every moment of it. I love my life now and I am hoping it will last forever."Are you sure?" He bites my earlobe softly, with his hands on my chest. "Zayden?" I take his hands off an
Zayden's POVMy family is complete now and my joy knows no bounds. It is as if the kidnap never happened. Sometimes, I feel like spending the whole day watching Lily play, sleep or giggle, but I can't do that all day. I realize Lily only has my eyes but she has a striking resemblance with her mother.Belle and I had gone out this morning to visit Tony and I wanted Lily and her nanny to come with us but Belle protested. Tony was surprised to see us but he invited us in anyway. I have no idea why I followed Belle until I got there. Tony was truly hurt and I realized a man like that can do anything.I apologized to him for my behavior the other day and explained things to Tony. I didn't want him to see Belle as a bad woman so I told him I was the one who gave her the right to date other men while we were married. It was after she began to go out with him that it dawned on me that I might lose Belle to him and I didn't want it because I loved her and I had refused to admit it to myself
Tessa's POV"Where the hell have you been?" my father burst into my room, startling me. I am sitting on the stool writing something down in my diary. I quickly close it and stand to face him."I've been indoors", I tell him."You've been indoors? I came here this morning but you were nowhere to be found." I am silent. I don't know what other excuse to give. It is apparent he won't believe me, I have been caught red-handed.He strolls close to me and slaps my face. "You shameless girl!" my mother burst in immediately with a gasp. She must have been outside, scared of coming in to intervene but my father's slap prompted her to come in.My cheeks hurt and I close my eyes to shut the pain. "Who is responsible for the bastard you are carrying?" he thunders. My head is bent and I can't even look up at him in the face to see the disappointment. I have never felt this much regret before, no matter how bad my actions are but I regret this one. I regret wanting to become pregnant for Zayden,
Zayden's POV"I'm going with you, Zayden", Belle pulls my hand as Tristan and I get to the pavement. She kneels, begging me."No, Belle. You need to stay here and wait for us to be back", I peck her forehead."No, I want to go with you to see my baby", she begins to cry again and I sigh. "I don't want them to kill my baby.""Belle.........""I want to come with you so I can beg them to let my baby go. Please, Zayden", she sobs.I turn to face Tristan and he shakes his head."I promise we will be back soon", I kiss her lips and release her hand from mine before walking towards the car with Tristan, ignoring her cries. Natalie comes out immediately and helps her back inside with the help of Jodie."The presence of Tessa at your accident spot will ease everything, she is a suspect" Tristan informs me as we enter the car. Tristan is of the opinion that we take all the people I know can do such a thing as a suspect and not just one person. I feel Damien is capable and responsible and his
Zayden's POV"My baby!", Belle shouts as I enter the house. She runs out of the car before I can even park the car well in the driveway.I run after her and barge into the house. I just hope she won't hurt herself. I wonder where Tristan was when it happened.Who could it be? Is it Damien?I know Damien isn't the only enemy I have. He isn't the only person I am holding grudges against. Apart from Damien, Tessa is there also and my father. I remember Tony and I wonder if he is capable of doing this to get back at Belle for deceiving him.By the time I enter, Belle is already on the floor in the living room. We shouldn't have spent a week at my villa, we planned to spend just three days, if we had come back on time, maybe this wouldn't have happened."How did it happen, Natalie?" I ask her with my hands on my waist."I heard gunshots in the early hours of this morning and came out to check if all the doors are closed when I saw two men dragging Tania out with the baby. They had her mout
Tessa's POVI don't know how I got here and what happened. I groan and sit upright to find myself in a hospital bed. My mother is right beside me, dozing off. What the hell happened? I look around.Was I able to achieve my aim? The last thing I can remember is that I was on my way to Zayden's mansion. What happened afterward? Why am I here?My mother opens her eyes and smiles weakly before holding my hand."What happened? Why am I here?" I ask her? I can't be trapped here, I need to go and do what I intend to do before it's too late. I need to go there before Damien. "You lost consciousness all of a sudden", she informed me."Lost consciousness?" I furrow my brows. "How?" I only remember I was driving.She looks away with a sad expression and I become curious to know what is happening."What happened?""Tell me who is responsible", she uttered softly, holding my hand more firmly. "Your father is mad at you.""Responsible?" I ask, putting my feet down. I want to be out of here.She d
Zayden's POVThis is all my fault, I pushed her into the arms of another man. I rejected what she was offering me, her heart and she went in search of someone who would take it gladly. I didn't realize the kind of pure heart Belle has until now, I didn't realize the kind of woman she is until now.Despite her broken heart, she kept pushing to gain entrance into my heart but I kept shoving her back, making her feel rejected and unwanted. This is all my fault but I don't know if I can survive losing her. She is the reason I survived this accident in the first place. I remember the man that pushed me, he kept telling me to go back to Belle.I know I am a bad person, if only I am good, I would have told Belle to go back to Tony and accept his proposal so they can be happy together but I am not good. I am selfish and I want to be selfish till the end, I can't let her go.I pull her to me in an embrace. "It's ok. Everything is ok and fine.""He broke up with me already, we are done", she s
Belle's POV"Home sweet home", I heave a sigh of relief as I help Zayden out of the car. The front door bursts open, Tania, Natalie, and the rest of the maids come out to welcome him. They bring out his belongings from the trunk of the car as we enter.Pamela, Richard, my mother, and Zayden's mother were at the hospital before he was discharged this afternoon. Zayden wouldn't allow his father in and the man left dejectedly. I pitied him.We began to pack after he left so we could leave the hospital. By the time we were done, it was already 7 pm. Zayden's mother gave me a sweet hug and my face broke into a smile."Thank you", she whispered into my ears. That gesture alone lifted the veil of guilt I have been wearing ever since the night of the accident and I began to feel proud of myself. I don't need anyone to tell me about Zayden anymore, I believe I know him enough now and whatever is left, I am going to figure it out on my own.We have been acting like normal couples. He said he r
Zayden's POV"Go back!" The voice thunders at me for the umpteenth time but I am adamant. I want to follow him to find my way back home. Why is he sending me away?He turns abruptly to see me following him. His white face suddenly becomes red and I know he is angry.I am doom."I said go back!" He shouts again.I shiver and look back. The place looks empty, there is nothing for me there but ahead of us are grasses full of life."No!" I say stubbornly, despite my apprehensions.He scowls at me, with his chest heaving up and down. He takes a step back and charges at me. "I said go back!" He screams pushing me down the hill with all his strength."No!" I scream. There is a sudden silence. My eyes are closed, my limbs are cold, my feet are stiff and my lips are tightly closed together. Where am I?Then I hear words that sound like whispers. I strain my ears to hear more and I hear them."Who is it?""It's Damien", another voice answers.Who are these people? Who is Damien? Where am I?