I woke up to the warmth of Damian's body beside me, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath. The sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the sharp angles of his face, accentuating the rugged beauty that had captivated me.His eyes fluttered open, and he smiled, his lips curling upward. The warmth in his gaze made my heart skip a beat."Good morning," he whispered, his voice husky, low, and seductive."Morning," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, still laced with the remnants of sleep.Damian pulled me close, his lips brushing against mine. The gentle touch reignited the flames of last night's passion."Last night was incredible," he said, his eyes burning with desire, his voice filled with emotion.I blushed, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. But amidst the warmth, doubts crept in.Was this real? Or was I blinded by desire?Damian's fingers intertwined with mine, sending shivers down my spine."I want to make this work, Lisa," he said, his voice fille
Sunday afternoon cast a golden glow over the city as I arrived at the designated meeting spot, a discreet café on the outskirts of town. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the hum of hushed conversations. Freedman already sat, nursing a cup of black coffee, his expression grave."Freedman," I said, taking a seat across from him."Damian," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of urgency.The cafe's muted atmosphere provided a stark contrast to the darkness we were about to uncover.Freedman pulled out a small laptop, his eyes locked on mine. "I've got something you need to see."I nodded, anticipation coursing through my veins like a slow-burning fire.With a few swift keystrokes, the laptop screen flickered to life, displaying a grainy video clip. The footage revealed a deserted alleyway, the only sound the distant hum of passing cars."This is from Luke's murder scene, five years ago," Freedman said, his voice barely above a whisper.My heart
The evening sunlight cast a warm glow through the hospital room's window, illuminating Damian's determined face.As he held me, the world outside receded. For a moment, James's threats, Freedman's suspicions, and my own fears melted away.But reality intruded, as it always did."Damian," I said, pulling back."We need to focus on your recovery."Damian's expression turned resolute."I'm fine," he said."I want to go home."I frowned."Damian, you're not ready—"Just then, the door swung open.Dr. Patel entered, her warm smile a contrast to the tension in the room."Good evening, Mr Damian," she said."How are you feeling?"The soft glow of the evening lights highlighted the concern etched on her face.Damian's eyes locked onto hers."I want to be discharged," he said.Dr. Patel's eyebrows rose."I'm afraid that's not possible," she said gently."You need at least another 24 hours of observation."Damian's jaw set."I'm fine," he repeated."I'll recover better at home."Dr. Patel's exp
Making a new friend Sophie's pov I sat on the wooden chair in my room, surrounded by darkness that seemed to swallow me whole. My eyes were fixed on some invisible point in front of me, but my mind was elsewhere. It was consumed by the image of Damian and Lisa together. My best friend. The person I trusted with my deepest secrets. The person who was now with the one person I hated most in this world. A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about it. I was angry. I was hurt. I felt betrayed. How could Lisa do this to me? How could she stab me in the back like this? We were supposed to be friends. We were supposed to be sisters. But I guess that meant nothing to her. I thought back to all the times we had shared together. The laughter, the tears, the secrets. It all seemed like a lie now. I wondered if she had been pretending to be my friend all along. If she had been waiting for the perfect moment to strike. My mind was a jumble of emotions. Anger, hurt, betrayal. They
Attractive Friend Sophie I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued. "Wait, one question," I said, trying to grasp everything James was saying. "How'd you get my number?" I asked, my tone neutral. James let out a mischievous grin, and I felt a cold shiver run through my spine. There was something unsettling about his smile, something that made me feel like he was hiding something. "Well, I have my ways," he said, his voice low and husky. He leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. "Sophie," he said, his voice dripping with familiarity. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he said my name. It was like he was trying to make me feel like we had a connection, like we were old friends. I felt a wave of unease wash over me. I've seen his type before, I thought to myself. That obsessive, possessive energy. I've seen it before, and I knew it was trouble. I leaned back in my chair, trying to create some distance between us. "Well, I'm sure you can tell me your ways if you want us to
On the same teamSophie I sighed, my patience wearing thin. "So, what do you want?" I finally asked, my tone firm.James leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. "To be honest, I need someone to help me reach out to her," he said, his voice low and smooth.I scoffed, my eyes widening in surprise. "I don't understand," I said, my tone incredulous. "Was this some sort of joke or something?"James's expression remained serious, his eyes never leaving mine. "Well, I thought maybe as a friend of hers, you'd be able to do the job better," he said, his voice dripping with conviction.I raised an eyebrow, my mind racing with questions. "And what makes you think I'd do that?" I asked, my tone skeptical.James smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, given the fact of how you've been around them lately, I knew you wanted something," he said, his voice low and smooth. "And I'm glad I know what it is now."I felt a shiver run down my spine as James's words sent a spark of electricity thr
A bothering Secret Damian's PovAs I lay in bed, Lisa's head resting on my chest, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had been building up inside me over the past few days. The soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the window cast a gentle light on Lisa's face, and for a moment, I felt a sense of closure, like she was all I wanted.But as I looked down at her, my mind began to wander back to the events of the past few days.The conversation with James, the threat he had made, the revelation about Lisa's involvement in Luke's death... it all swirled together in my head, making it hard for me to think straight.I gently stroked Lisa's hair, trying to calm my racing thoughts. But my mind kept going back to the same questions. Was Lisa really involved in Luke's murder? And if so, what did that mean for us? For our relationship?As I thought back to the accident, my mind replayed the sound of screeching tires, the feeling of the car spinning out of control.My brakes h
Telling a Lie for your sakeLisa's PovMy heart racing, I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Damian's question hung in the air, a challenge, a test. I knew it would come out again, eventually. The truth, the secrets, the lies. Could I tell him the truth? Was it even worth it, anyway? I'd finally decided to let everything go, to move on, to hope that things would become better. But it seemed as though it was only getting worse.I...I muttered, trying to speak, trying to come up with something. Something that was far from the truth. For Damian's sake, or for my sake? I didn't know anymore. All I knew was that I had to protect myself, protect us."Uhm...I didn't hate you," I finally said, the words feeling like lead on my tongue. I tried to smile, to lighten the mood. "I was only agitated with everything. You accepting the marriage proposal...I was just being childish." I forced a laugh, hoping it sounded convincing.Was that a good enough reason? I thought to myself as I scanned Da
A lie caught in my throat LisaAs I sat at my desk, the weight of the lie I had told Damian the previous night felt like a heavy burden on my shoulders. My mind kept wandering back to that fateful night when Damian was lying in the hospital bed, recovering from his accident. I had told him I was going to stay with him, but the truth was, I had snuck out to meet James.But it wasn't what it seemed like. I hadn't gone to meet James because I still had feelings for him. No, it was the opposite. I had gone to meet him to tell him to leave me alone, to stop his relentless pursuit of me.As I thought back to that night, I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. James had always been possessive, always wanting to control me. And that night, he had been no different. I had tried to reason with him, to tell him that I was married now, that I couldn't be with him anymore. But he had refused to listen.I buried my face in my hands, feeling hot tears stream down my face. I thought about Damian, a
Doubting SweetheartDamian's Pov As I steered the wheel, my eyes darted towards Lisa, who sat beside me, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery.The drive to work was usually a chatty one, but today, an uncomfortable silence hung in the air like a challenge.I wondered if I should have asked her to drive in her own car. It would have given me some space, some time to clear my head and process my thoughts. But something had held me back. I didn't want to make her feel like I doubted her.I tried to believe every word Lisa had said to me, but there was this nagging doubt, a tiny voice in the back of my mind that refused to be silenced. I replayed our conversation from the night before, her words echoing in my head: "Damian, I assure you that there's nothing."But the way she avoided eye contact, the way her voice trembled ever so slightly... it all seemed too rehearsed, too calculated. I felt like I was missing a piece of the puzzle, like there was something she wasn't telling me.I pu
Telling a Lie for your sakeLisa's PovMy heart racing, I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Damian's question hung in the air, a challenge, a test. I knew it would come out again, eventually. The truth, the secrets, the lies. Could I tell him the truth? Was it even worth it, anyway? I'd finally decided to let everything go, to move on, to hope that things would become better. But it seemed as though it was only getting worse.I...I muttered, trying to speak, trying to come up with something. Something that was far from the truth. For Damian's sake, or for my sake? I didn't know anymore. All I knew was that I had to protect myself, protect us."Uhm...I didn't hate you," I finally said, the words feeling like lead on my tongue. I tried to smile, to lighten the mood. "I was only agitated with everything. You accepting the marriage proposal...I was just being childish." I forced a laugh, hoping it sounded convincing.Was that a good enough reason? I thought to myself as I scanned Da
A bothering Secret Damian's PovAs I lay in bed, Lisa's head resting on my chest, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had been building up inside me over the past few days. The soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the window cast a gentle light on Lisa's face, and for a moment, I felt a sense of closure, like she was all I wanted.But as I looked down at her, my mind began to wander back to the events of the past few days.The conversation with James, the threat he had made, the revelation about Lisa's involvement in Luke's death... it all swirled together in my head, making it hard for me to think straight.I gently stroked Lisa's hair, trying to calm my racing thoughts. But my mind kept going back to the same questions. Was Lisa really involved in Luke's murder? And if so, what did that mean for us? For our relationship?As I thought back to the accident, my mind replayed the sound of screeching tires, the feeling of the car spinning out of control.My brakes h
On the same teamSophie I sighed, my patience wearing thin. "So, what do you want?" I finally asked, my tone firm.James leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. "To be honest, I need someone to help me reach out to her," he said, his voice low and smooth.I scoffed, my eyes widening in surprise. "I don't understand," I said, my tone incredulous. "Was this some sort of joke or something?"James's expression remained serious, his eyes never leaving mine. "Well, I thought maybe as a friend of hers, you'd be able to do the job better," he said, his voice dripping with conviction.I raised an eyebrow, my mind racing with questions. "And what makes you think I'd do that?" I asked, my tone skeptical.James smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, given the fact of how you've been around them lately, I knew you wanted something," he said, his voice low and smooth. "And I'm glad I know what it is now."I felt a shiver run down my spine as James's words sent a spark of electricity thr
Attractive Friend Sophie I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued. "Wait, one question," I said, trying to grasp everything James was saying. "How'd you get my number?" I asked, my tone neutral. James let out a mischievous grin, and I felt a cold shiver run through my spine. There was something unsettling about his smile, something that made me feel like he was hiding something. "Well, I have my ways," he said, his voice low and husky. He leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. "Sophie," he said, his voice dripping with familiarity. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he said my name. It was like he was trying to make me feel like we had a connection, like we were old friends. I felt a wave of unease wash over me. I've seen his type before, I thought to myself. That obsessive, possessive energy. I've seen it before, and I knew it was trouble. I leaned back in my chair, trying to create some distance between us. "Well, I'm sure you can tell me your ways if you want us to
Making a new friend Sophie's pov I sat on the wooden chair in my room, surrounded by darkness that seemed to swallow me whole. My eyes were fixed on some invisible point in front of me, but my mind was elsewhere. It was consumed by the image of Damian and Lisa together. My best friend. The person I trusted with my deepest secrets. The person who was now with the one person I hated most in this world. A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about it. I was angry. I was hurt. I felt betrayed. How could Lisa do this to me? How could she stab me in the back like this? We were supposed to be friends. We were supposed to be sisters. But I guess that meant nothing to her. I thought back to all the times we had shared together. The laughter, the tears, the secrets. It all seemed like a lie now. I wondered if she had been pretending to be my friend all along. If she had been waiting for the perfect moment to strike. My mind was a jumble of emotions. Anger, hurt, betrayal. They
The evening sunlight cast a warm glow through the hospital room's window, illuminating Damian's determined face.As he held me, the world outside receded. For a moment, James's threats, Freedman's suspicions, and my own fears melted away.But reality intruded, as it always did."Damian," I said, pulling back."We need to focus on your recovery."Damian's expression turned resolute."I'm fine," he said."I want to go home."I frowned."Damian, you're not ready—"Just then, the door swung open.Dr. Patel entered, her warm smile a contrast to the tension in the room."Good evening, Mr Damian," she said."How are you feeling?"The soft glow of the evening lights highlighted the concern etched on her face.Damian's eyes locked onto hers."I want to be discharged," he said.Dr. Patel's eyebrows rose."I'm afraid that's not possible," she said gently."You need at least another 24 hours of observation."Damian's jaw set."I'm fine," he repeated."I'll recover better at home."Dr. Patel's exp
Sunday afternoon cast a golden glow over the city as I arrived at the designated meeting spot, a discreet café on the outskirts of town. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the hum of hushed conversations. Freedman already sat, nursing a cup of black coffee, his expression grave."Freedman," I said, taking a seat across from him."Damian," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of urgency.The cafe's muted atmosphere provided a stark contrast to the darkness we were about to uncover.Freedman pulled out a small laptop, his eyes locked on mine. "I've got something you need to see."I nodded, anticipation coursing through my veins like a slow-burning fire.With a few swift keystrokes, the laptop screen flickered to life, displaying a grainy video clip. The footage revealed a deserted alleyway, the only sound the distant hum of passing cars."This is from Luke's murder scene, five years ago," Freedman said, his voice barely above a whisper.My heart