“What is it about her that has me questioning everything?” Damien sat alone in his office, his mind drifted back to the golden gala, where Seraphina had captivated him with her beauty and grace.“Damn, she looked stunning,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible in the silence of the room. “Couldn’t take my eyes off her all night.”His fingers absentmindedly tapped against the polished surface of his desk as he replayed the events of the evening in his mind. Each glance exchanged, each whispered conversation, each fleeting touch lingered in his memory, refusing to be ignored.As Damien found himself lost in his thoughts, the image of Seraphina lingered in his mind longer than usual. He couldn't shake the idea of spending more time with her, of taking her out on a date like any other couple. But as quickly as the notion arose, doubt crept in like an unwelcome guest.Damien stood by the window, gazing out at the city skyline, his mind swirling with conflicting thoughts. The m
As we made our way into the busy exhibition hall, my eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected sight of Alexander at the entrance. "OMG!" I gasped softly, my hand instinctively tightening around Damien's arm.My initial joy was short-lived when I spotted him at the entrance. I just wanted to go home immediately!Damien turned to me, a quizzical look in his eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.I forced a smile, trying to mask my unease. "Nothing, I almost tripped," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. But inside, turmoil raged, and I prayed that Damien wouldn't sense the tension radiating from me.When Alex and I locked eyes, a strong wave of nerves and disgust washed over me. Memories of our tumultuous relationship flooded my mind, filling me with unease. Damien, preoccupied with the surrounding artwork, didn’t notice the tension radiating from me.Feeling paralyzed by the unexpected encounter, I averted my gaze, unable to bear facing Alex after everythi
Damien's inner turmoil finds a voice in the quiet confines of his car, his ideas resonating in the silence. His tone is laced with annoyance as he murmurs to himself, "Why does this bother me so much?" “Our relationship is really an agreement, a contract. Not a thing more." However, doubts begin to eat at the margins of his conviction even as he speaks the words. “Seeing her with him… who was that guy?..." He falters, unable to put into words the unpleasant mixture of feelings brewing within him. "Am I jealous?" he wonders aloud, the admission tasting bitter on his tongue. Just then, the concerned voice of his driver broke through the haze of Damien’s thoughts. “Sir, I hope everything is fine?” the driver inquired tentatively, casting a worried glance at his passenger through the rearview mirror.Damien’s response was terse, his tone clipped with irritation. “Yes,” he replied curtly, his gaze fixed on some unseen point beyond the confines of the car. He waved off any further inquir
As I stood outside Damien's door, my heart pounded with anticipation and trepidation. The tension between us had been palpable since we returned home from the art exhibition, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. With a deep breath, I raised my hand to knock, steeling myself for whatever response awaited me on the other side.I rapped my knuckles against the polished wood, the sound echoing through the quiet hallway. For a moment, there was silence, and my heart sank with the weight of uncertainty. Was Damien even home? Had he retreated into solitude, leaving me to grapple with my thoughts alone?Just as I began to consider turning away, the door creaked open, revealing Damien's stoic figure on the other side. His expression was unreadable, a mask of indifference that sent a shiver down my spine. I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off before I could utter a word."I need some time alone," he said curtly, his tone final and unyielding. Without waiting f
“You know what, scratch that, see you at home!” the message from Damien read.Confusion furrowed my brow as I read Damien’s abrupt change of plans. I glanced around, as if expecting Damien to materialize out of thin air to explain himself.“Damien?” I muttered to myself, my thumb hovering over my phone as I considered how to respond.A few moments ticked by before I typed out a reply. "What's happening? Is everything alright?" I sent, my worry palpable in the words.With a sigh, I slipped my phone back into my purse and continued on my way, my mind swirling with questions and uncertainty.Briskly, I made my way towards the restaurant where I was supposed to meet Sophia, thoughts of Damien consuming me.Sophia's brunch invitation flashed on my phone screen, momentarily distracting me from my concerns. I hesitated, torn between catching up with my friend and confronting Damien about his recent behavior."I can't keep ignoring this. I need to find out what's going on with Damien."With d
I stood in Damien’s bedroom doorway, my heart pounding with uncertainty as I met Damien’s gaze. “Damien, I—”“Damien what!? Save it, Seraphina.” He cuts me off, his voice low and intenseHe strides past me, his movements tense and controlled, leaving me feeling like I'm walking on eggshells."Damien, please," I called after him, my voice tinged with desperation. "We need to talk about this."But Damien doesn’t stop. He continues on his path, disappearing into the depths of the house, leaving me standing alone in the doorway, my heart heavy with uncertainty.I enter Damien’s study, my heart still racing from our explosive argument. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, fists clenched, jaw set."Damien, we need to talk, please." I say, my voice trembling.He looks up, anger flashing in his eyes. "Oh, now you want to talk?""Please, just hear me out," I plead.He scoffs. "Fine, make it quick. I don’t have all day."Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I continue, "Look, I understand wh
A Few Days Later..Damien sat in his darkened study, his eyes fixed on the whiskey glass in front of him. He couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had been building inside him for days. Seraphina was hiding something from him, and he knew it.He thought back to their argument days ago, her defiance and anger sparking a fire within him. He had tried to brush it off as mere jealousy, but deep down, he knew it was more than that. He was consumed by a burning need to control her, to possess her completely.As he sat there, lost in his thoughts, Marcus, the spy placed on Seraphina, entered the room, his expression somber. "Sir, I have something to report," he said, his voice low and urgent.Damien's eyes snapped to attention, his mind racing with possibilities. "What is it?" he growled, his voice menacing.Marcus hesitated before speaking, his words dripping with caution. "Seraphina met with her ex-fiancé today, sir. They talked for over an hour, and she seemed... agitated."Damie
Seraphina was heading out to meet Rachel, her mind racing with excitement and nerves. She had her bags packed, ready to make her escape, and was just about to slip out the door when she bumped into Damien in the hallway. She had been so focused on her plan that she hadn't even noticed him standing there, his eyes fixed on her with an unnerving intensity."Hey, where are you off to?" Damien asked, his voice low and menacing, his eyes narrowing as he took in the bags in her hands.Seraphina hesitated, trying to come up with a convincing lie. She knew she had to think fast or risk arousing Damien's suspicion. "I was just... uh... going to do some shopping," she stammered, trying to sound casual. "I needed some fresh air and a break from the house."Damien's gaze lingered on the bags, his eyes scanning them with a calculating intensity. "Shopping, huh? With a suitcase and a duffel bag?" he repeated, his voice dripping with skepticism.Seraphina's heart sank. She knew she had to think fas