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
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
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