Living The LieLisa's Pov Three days had passed since Lucinda's shocking announcement. My parents were over the moon, treating me like royalty. After all, their long-lost daughter had finally returned. The news had spread like wildfire, and I couldn't escape the headlines: "The Thompsons' Long-Lost Daughter Found."I had to admit, it was surreal. Everything was going smoothly. The DNA test had confirmed my identity, and the drama with Damian had died down. I'd even seen articles about how he was showering his wife - or rather, Lucinda - with love and gifts.Lucinda was living her best life, and for some reason, I was enjoying the lie too. I didn't have to worry about Sophie or James anymore. Damian seemed happy, and I thought, why not? Let Lucinda live my life.But deep down, I was worried. What if she took everything? What were her plans? I still had no idea, and I hadn't had a chance to snoop around her house - my house - to plant a chipToday was the perfect opportunity. Mom and I
A Close CallLisa's Pov "Where do you think you're going?" Damian asked, his voice low and husky.I spun around, my heart racing like a jackrabbit. What was he doing here? I thought I was alone on the stairs.I tried to think of an excuse, but my mind was a blank. "Uhm...I'm sorry, Sir," I stuttered. "I got lost. I was trying to locate my sister's room."Damian raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing slightly. "It's in the opposite direction," he said, pointing down the hall. He went back to scrolling through his phone, clearly uninterested in my presence.I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him walk away. Wow, that was a close call. My heart was still racing, and my palms were sweaty.But as I turned to head in the direction Damian had pointed, a thought struck me. Damian and Lucinda were not in the same room. A wave of relief washed over me. At least they weren't sleeping together.I felt a pang of guilt for thinking that way, but I couldn't help it. The thought of Damian with Lu
At Thousand OaksDamian's Pov ***The day of Lisa's disappearance***I called out to Lisa, desperation creeping into my voice. "Lisa, wait! Please don't do this! I can explain!" But she was already gone, vanished into the crowd. I could see the hurt in her eyes, the betrayal etched on her face. My heart sank, feeling like a piece of me had been ripped away.How could this have happened? One minute I was trying to protect Lisa and our marriage. I wanted everything Freedman had been saying to be wrong, and the next, I was standing in front of her, holding Lauren's hand. It looked bad, really bad. I knew I had to fix this, to make Lisa understand.I turned to Lauren, my anger and frustration boiling over. "I shouldn't have trusted you," I snapped, jerking my arm free from her grasp. "You knew how much my marriage meant to me. How could you do this?"Lauren looked taken aback, but I didn't care. I was too busy trying to process the mess I'd just made. The media was closing in, sensing a
Her life's In Danger Damian's Pov "Did you see what happened?" I asked, my voice shaking with urgency.One of them nodded. "We saw the accident. A truck came out of nowhere and smashed into her car. But the weird thing is, the truck drove off immediately after."My heart sank. This wasn't just an accident. Someone had intentionally smashed into Lisa's car."Where's Lisa?" I asked again, feeling like I was going crazy.The witness's expression turned somber. "She's been taken to Los Robles Hospital. The ambulance came and took her away."I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Hospital? Oh God, how badly was she hurt?I didn't waste any more time. I jumped back into my car and sped towards Los Robles Hospital, my heart racing with fear."Please be okay, Lisa," I whispered to myself, my eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Please be okay baby.”I scratched my car into the parking lot of Los Robles Hospital, my heart racing with fear. I grabbed my phone and jumped out of the car, sprinting
Handling the Press Damian's Pov The next day, I pulled up to our house, Lisa by my side. We'd just been discharged from the hospital, and I was looking forward to getting her home and taking care of her.But as we turned into the driveway, I was greeted by a sea of cameras and reporters. The press had descended upon our house, eager to get a scoop on our supposed divorce.I felt a surge of frustration, but Lisa just smiled and took my hand. "Don't worry," she said. "I've got this."We stepped out of the car, and the reporters swarmed around us. "Lisa, Damian, is it true you're getting a divorce?" one of them shouted.Lisa smiled sweetly and held up her hands. "I think there's been a misunderstanding," she said. "We're not getting a divorce. We just had a little disagreement, that's all."The reporters looked at each other in surprise, and I could see the disappointment in their eyes. They'd been hoping for a juicy scandal, and instead, they were getting a love story."But what about
Letting Things GoDamian's Pov I let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of the world bearing down on me. "Man, what's up? Everything going well?" Freedman asked, his voice breaking into my thoughts.I rubbed my temples, trying to ward off the headache that was brewing. "Hmm... everything's fine," I said, trying to sound convincing. But Freedman knew me too well."What's really going on, man?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.I hesitated for a moment before answering. "It's concerning Luke's case," I said, running my hands through my hair. "I'm starting to think it's not worth it."Freedman raised an eyebrow. "What about it, man? You've been working on this case for months."I shook my head, feeling a sense of frustration. "I know, I know. But it's getting far too complicated. And to be honest, I feel like it's affecting my relationship with Lisa."Freedman nodded thoughtfully. "I get it, man. You two have been through a lot lately."I thought back to the past few months, to al
Trusting my gutsDamian's Pov I walked out of the bedroom, my mind racing with thoughts. Something was off about Lisa's behavior, and I couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something from me.As I made my way to the living room, I couldn't help but think about the piece of paper I saw on the bedside table. What was it? And why was Lisa being so secretive?I sat down on the couch, trying to gather my thoughts. I knew I had to trust my instincts. I'd been with her long enough to know when something didn't feel right.And this didn't feel right.I pulled out my phone to dial Freedman's number. But my phone rang…I glanced at the screen, Speak of the devil."Hey, man. What's up?" I answered."Hey, Damian. I need to see you," Freedman said, his tone serious.I raised an eyebrow. "What's going on?""I'd rather show you in person. Can you come to my house?" Freedman asked.I hesitated for a moment, wondering what was going on. But Freedman's tone told me that this was important."
A Secret CodeLisa's Pov I took a deep breath and continued, trying to explain myself. "Uhm, I know you don't like me, and honestly, if I were you, I'd feel the same way." I let out a sigh, feeling a mix of emotions.My mind flashed back to the day I met Freedman at the hospital, when I was handling Ethan the bag of money. I had begged Freedman not to tell Damian who it was I was giving money to, and he didn't even ask why. He just did it.I remembered feeling grateful towards him, despite our differences. But now, as I stood in his living room, I was feeling nervous."The other time..." I started to say, but he cut me short immediately."I didn't do it for you," he said, his voice firm. "I did it for Damian. Get that straight."I swallowed hard, feeling a sting from his words. Things might not be as easy as I thought they would be.His expression turned impatient. "Cut to the chase. Why are you here?"I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I know it's hard to believe, but...
Between Life And DeathDamian's Pov I stepped out of the operating room, my heart heavy with worry. I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd just left Lisa's fate in the hands of the medical team.I walked down the hallway, my eyes fixed on the floor. I couldn't bear to look at anyone, couldn't bear to see the sympathetic glances and worried expressions.I stopped in front of the operating room door, my ears straining to pick up any sound from inside. I could hear the muffled voices of the medical team, the beeping of the machines, and the soft whoosh of the ventilator.But then, suddenly, there was a pause. A moment of silence that made everything seem scary and more tensed..And then, a faint beep. A slow, steady beep that seemed to grow louder and stronger with each passing moment.My heart leapt with hope. Could it be? Could Lisa's heart be beating again?I pressed my ear against the door, my breath caught in my throat. The beeping grew louder, more insistent.And then, a voice. A s
Save Her Damian's Pov I ran back to the blood bank, my heart racing with determination. I was going to get that blood, no matter what.I didn't bother to listen to whatever thing she had to say.As I approached the door, I could feel my anger and frustration boiling over. Who locked a blood bank door at a time like this?I raised my foot and kicked the door with all my might. The sound of falling wood echoed through the hallway.The nurses rushed up behind me, her eyes wide with alarm. "Mr. Sparks, what are you doing?"I didn't answer. I just kept kicking and pounding on the door until it finally swung open.I burst into the blood bank, my eyes scanning the shelves for the precious bags of blood. Nurse Thompson followed close behind, her voice calm and soothing."Mr. Sparks, please. Let me help you."But I was beyond reason. I was driven by desperation and fear. I grabbed the bags of blood and tossed them into a nearby container.As I turned to leave, I saw Nurse Thompson staring at
Alternative Option Damian's Pov I turned to see a middle-aged woman with a kind face and a hint of concern in her eyes. She was dressed in a white coat, and a stethoscope hung around her neck. "How's the patient's vitals?" she asked, her voice firm but gentle. I frowned, taken aback by her sudden appearance. "Who are you?" I asked, my eyes narrowing slightly. The woman smiled and held out a file. "Mr. Sparks, I'm your wife's gynecologist, Doctor Emily." My eyes widened as I took the file from her. "You're...you're the one who sent me the parcel," I stammered, my mind racing with questions. Doctor Emily nodded. "Yes, I sent you Lisa's report. I wanted to make sure you were aware of the complications and the risks involved." I felt a surge of frustration. "Please, Doctor, I'm in the middle of a crisis here. I don't have time for this." Doctor Emily's expression turned sympathetic. "I understand, Mr. Sparks. But I need to speak with Doctor Lee. He's the one performing the surge
Emergency Damian's PovI accelerated, racing through the estate to get Lisa to the hospital as fast as possible. She had passed out in the backseat, her body limp and unresponsive.My heart was racing, my mind filled with worst-case scenarios. What if we didn't make it in time? What if...?I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on getting Lisa the help she needed. I screeched to a halt in front of the emergency entrance, leaping out of the car to grab Lisa."I need help!" I yelled, rushing towards the automatic doors.Nurses and doctors rushed out to assist me, quickly taking Lisa from my arms and rushing her into the emergency ward."What's happening?" I demanded, following close behind.One of the nurses quickly took Lisa's vitals, while another doctor began examining her."Sir, can you tell me what happened?" the doctor asked, looking up at me."She was bleeding," I explained. "We were at a party, and she suddenly started bleeding. She passed out in the car."The doctor nodded, his
Cold HandsLisa's Pov The fading sounds and voices made me panic even more. It seemed as though I was struggling for life. My mind was a jumble of thoughts, memories, and regrets.Why didn't I take those threats seriously? Why did I ignore my intuition? The parcel Lauren had given us... I wish Damian had seen it or even asked about it. I knew what exactly was inside and why she had sent it to Damian's office.Dr. Emily had sent Damian the reports... she was looking out for me, but I'd been selfish. I didn't listen to her concerns. Now, I'm scared I'll lose my life and that of my baby.I folded my arms around Damian, and he felt too warm... or was it that I was becoming cold? Tears dropped from my eyes as I thought about all the what-ifs."Damian... please hold me tighter," I whispered, my voice shaking."I've got you, Lisa," Damian replied, his voice calm and reassuring. "You're safe. I won't let anything happen to you or our baby."But I knew he couldn't promise that. I knew that ou
Baby shower Lisa's Pov The celebration of the baby shower was all over the place.. Mom was running around, making sure everyone had enough food and drinks. I sat on the couch, trying to catch my breath."How are you feeling, Lisa?" my mother-in-law asked, handing me a glass of fruit juice."I'm fine, Mom," I replied, trying to hide the discomfort I was feeling.But honestly, I wasn't fine.For the past few weeks, I've been experiencing pains in my abdomen. At first, they were mild, but now they are getting stronger. It's been seven months now, and I could feel the pressure growing. But as long as the doctor said my baby was fine, I didn't care about anything else.I took a sip of the juice, trying to calm my nerves. Damian sat down beside me, putting his arm around my shoulders."My love, just sit here and relax," he said, pulling me close. "You don't have to overwork yourself."I smiled weakly, feeling grateful for his concern. The room was filled with the sound of laughter and ch
My Imagination Lisa's Pov I was shocked. Why the hell was she here? Couldn't she leave me alone? I thought, my mind racing with anger and frustration. But my thoughts were disrupted by Damian's gentle voice, bringing me back to reality."Uhn..." I said, turning to look at him, trying to shake off the feeling of unease."What did you say, babe?" I asked, attempting to sound calm and composed.Damian's eyes locked onto mine, filled with concern and love. "C'mon, baby," he said, his voice soft and soothing. "I brought you here to feel at ease and let go of what's bothering you... and probably tell me about it," he added, his eyes searching mine for answers.I glanced back at the window, my heart still racing from the shock. But when I looked again, there was no one there. I realized I had been imagining things. It was only my imagination, fueled by guilt and anxiety.I knew it was out of guilt that I was feeling this way. But the reward that would come out of this was greater, I told
Enjoy the moment Lisa's Pov It had been two weeks since Lauren news about the mysterious parcel. I had been feeling down ever since, but I knew I had to hide it from Damian. He had enough on his plate, and I didn't want to add to his worries.As I sat in our living room, staring blankly at the TV, my mind began to wander. The doctors had said Lucinda was stable now, but she was still in a coma. It was a blessing that she was alive, but the thought of her still lying in that hospital bed, unaware of the world around her, was heartbreaking.But amidst all the chaos, there was a sense of relief. Our family's name had been vindicated, and although James was still on the loose, Lucinda and my child were safe. It was a win-lose situation, but I would take it.I felt a sigh of relief wash over me as I thought about the parcel. Damian had never asked me about it again, and I was grateful for that. I didn't know what was inside, and I didn't want to find out."Hey, are you okay?" Damian aske
Apologies Lisa's Pov I raised an eyebrow, curious about what Damian was hesitant to say. "Well..." he started, his voice trailing off. My eyes locked onto his, urging him to continue. "It's Lauren," he said finally, his voice low. "She's here." My smile faltered, and I felt a pang of awkwardness. It wasn't that I was jealous or possessive; it was just that Damian's hesitation made me feel like I should be concerned. "O...Kay," I said slowly, trying to sound nonchalant. His eyes dropped, and he looked guilty. "I'm sorry, babe," he said immediately, his voice laced with apology. I held up a hand, interrupting him before he could say more. "C'mon, baby," I said with a forced laugh. "I'm not some obsessive, jealous wife that you'll have to be hesitant when talking about your secretary." He looked relieved, but his eyes still held a hint of wariness. "I'm sorry, babe," he said again, running his hands through his hair. I smiled, trying to reassure him. "I know it all has to do wi