The next morning, she woke with a heavy heart and a quiet ache in her chest. Her hand reached out instinctively, searching the space beside her, but it was empty. Michelle was gone.A small sigh escaped her lips as she sat up, the morning light spilling gently into the luxurious room. Her heart twisted— not because he left— but because she still couldn’t bring herself to tell him anything. Not her truth. Not her pain. Not her past. He didn’t know the weight she carried, and it wasn’t fair to expect him to understand what he hadn’t lived.She entered the bathroom, the cold marble beneath her bare feet grounding her just a little. Without thinking, she filled the tub, added rose gel and her favorite scent, and slowly sank in. The warmth cocooned her, but inside, she was shivering.She closed her eyes— and they came.Her babies.Their laughter.Their giggles.The way they clung to her and called her Mumma, Mommy, Mom— those voices echoed like lullabies etched in her soul. Her vision blurr
Davina paused at the kitchen doorway to find an unusually warm sight—Jenny and Michele, sleeves rolled up, laughing like old friends, cooking together. The clatter of utensils, the sizzle of butter, and the aroma of freshly made pancakes, grilled veggies, and spices made her stomach growl, but she couldn’t resist throwing a jab their way.She cleared her throat dramatically. “Wow… the new couple in the house seems to be having the time of their lives. Should I come back later or just sneak out the back?”Jenny and Michelle turned simultaneously, both narrowing their eyes in mock annoyance but ignored her.She leaned against the doorway with a mock frown, clearing her throat just loud enough to interrupt their fun.“Oh, I see… Now I’m the outsider in my own kitchen. I guess I should be honored to witness the great Michelle Bell winning hearts with his culinary charm,” she said with a fake pout and a slow clap.Jenny rolled her eyes, and Michelle didn’t even look up from the pan he was w
“Who am I to you, Davi…?” Michelle’s voice was low, yet laced with venom. “I want to know…” He gave a mocking smile, his sarcasm slicing through the air like a knife. “Do I mean something to you? Or am I just a—” He paused, letting the weight of his silence bruise her heart.Davina stared at him, stunned. It was the first time Michelle had ever spoken to her with such bitterness, and it gutted her. She opened her mouth to speak, but he raised his hand sharply, silencing her.“Today let me speak Davi. I’ve always been there for you. I never judged you, never doubted you. I let you live on your terms, make your own decisions—even when they tore me apart. I let you go when I wanted to hold on. I waited for you when I had every reason to walk away. But you—” His voice cracked, rage and pain fighting for dominance. “You proved to me I was never important to you. You hid everything. You made me feel like a stranger in your life.”She wanted to scream, to tell him he was wrong, but her throat
Hours Later“Dami… please…le… le… mee …go.. lea…ve…. me… le’me help him… Dami… please… Dami…..”Her voice was barely a whisper. Fragile. Broken. Like shattered glass trying to piece itself back together.Even unconscious, her lips trembled with panic, her brows furrowed with a storm only she could see.But she wasn’t calling out to the man sitting beside her.She was calling out to someone else— HIM.Her First.The man to whom she gave her heart, body, and soul.Michelle sat frozen, her small hand swallowed in his larger one. He’d been sitting like that for hours— watching, waiting, listening— praying she’d wake up. But all he got were murmurs… fragments of a name he didn’t recognize.Guilt gnawed at him, forcing him to despise himself for saying such words to her.“Dami…”There it was again.That name.Not his.And every time it left her lips, something inside him cracked— softly, silently, mercilessly.His heart bled, reminding him, he lost her. Nothing would be the same between them
Hours ago, Michelle had received a call from the hospital— a call that shook his very soul. Davina had been in an accident. But he never imagined the truth unraveling in the aftermath would be far more devastating than the incident itself.The moment Mike stepped out of her room, he saw Jenny bolting down the hallway toward Davina. His blood boiled. He stormed toward her, grabbed her arm, and yanked her into the nearest corner, his voice cutting through the sterile silence of the hospital corridor.“Who the fuck is Eva? Is Eva… Evania Ryan Williams? I meant Evania Ryan Wills? Are they the same? Because Davina knew her— I saw it in her eyes. She knew her. And who the hell is Ami? Are they the ones who hurt her five years ago? I swear, Jenny, I want the truth. Every goddamn piece of it. Now. And don’t you dare, say you don’t know”His voice trembled with barely contained fury. Five years. Five goddamn years he had been with Davina, and not once had she let him into her past. Not about
He was startled. The way she screamed shattered something inside him. He couldn’t decide what hurt more— her being in pieces like this or hearing another man’s name escape her trembling lips.He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as she clung to him like a lifeline, her fists buried in his shirt, her head resting against his chest. He slowly ran his fingers through her hair, sitting beside her on the bed, his embrace tightening as if trying to hold together the fragments of her soul.She slowly tried to open her eyes, still consumed by fear. Even as she hugged Mike, her mind refused to let go of HIM. Her fists clenched tighter around Mike’s shirt as she tried to ground herself in the warmth of his arms, forcing herself not to think of HIM.Once the storm inside her calmed, she lifted her face and asked softly, her voice still quivering:“How is that woman, Micheyy… Is she alright? And what about her baby? I remember… she was pregnant.” She bit back another sob and looked up
Before he could see her, she pressed herself behind the door, her trembling fingers gripping the edge like her life depended on it. Tears streamed silently down her cheeks. She hadn’t expected this moment to be so agonizing… so soul-shattering. She cursed herself—how could she be so reckless? So blind?“I have layers, baby. Different layers… names and identities for different purposes.”His words came back like a haunting echo from a forgotten nightmare.‘Is he here because of Eva but……’Naina mentioned he is from the Williams Group.“Williams”That name.The realization struck her like a thunderbolt.“Wasn’t that like his middle name?They even called him Willy, which he used to hate.Yes, I remember him telling me his maternal grandfather had named him William after his father Williamson.Dami had a special place in his grandfather’s heart.Does that mean Williams group belongs to his grandfather?Was that the reason Dami was always so untouchable, powerful, fearless, impersonating
"I missed you, baby girl.... Even though my heart never believed you died........ but still, it hurt me" he said to her while licking her teardrops. "You even have a heart.... I didn't know that..." She mocked rolling her eyes. "Did you just roll your eyes at me..." he asked. He hardened his grip on her neck while blocking her hands with his body. He tightened his grip and he moved his body in a way putting more weight on her which made her believe that he would push harder and insert more pressure on her neck choking her to death but he surprised her by kissing her softly while caressing her face. "You hurt me baby.... You hurt me.... How could you?" He asked her and softly bit her earlobe while he unzipped her dress with his one hand. She was in complete shock not knowing how to react and her mind had completely shut down after his kiss while her body was craving for him, his touch. "You left me and our house and made me think that you died in a car accident when you tried to
"A word of advice Shef.... for a person ought to stay out of D's radar..... all you are doing is just poke and provoke him...... he already seems to be obssessed with you...... and to add to that obessession you are just challenging him..... with your every action.... and let me remind you he does love a good challenge... Consider my these words of wisdom as your birthday gift darling." Alex said in a teasing tone."WHAT RUBBISH..... Can't you see he has a girlfriend...... why would he be obssessed with me....... he's just trying to mess with me..... to satisfy his ego I know that......"He didn't say anything just shook his head while staring at me intensely making me feel a bit awkward."You know for someone who despises D you are almost like him. No wonder he is fascinated by you. In our friends circle we used to tease him saying he only loves himself and he used to take that as a compliment and always admits it and kept saying 'I only love myself and I am obssessed with me'. I thi
I took a deep breath to calm my self, a lot of thoughts were running in my head while we were walking towards the venue. When I saw parents waiting for us outside the venue, I felt like a wave of calmness gush over me.From the way my parents looked me with admiration, I could say they were mesmerised by the way I had dressed and was surprised to see me in the outfit I had worn but soon enough the calmness I felt moments ago disappeared and I was consumed with guilt, as it hit me how on earth was I supposed to explain everything to them, what if I had to encounter him again in front of my parents, what explanation would I give them. All those thoughts overpowered my reasoning and a surge of panic arosed in my gut making me feel choked.The moment I reached near them instead of questioning me, my Mom hugged me, while complimenting my dress and how beautiful I looked followed by my Dad. I knew they had a lot of questions but that instance all I felt was a relief, I wasn't in the right m
I turned back and saw a really handsome man with ocean blue eyes, jet black hair, sun-tanned skin, chisled jaw with a five'o clock shadow wearing a black shirt. He looked perfect as if summoned from a fashion magazine.His eyes were focused on that woman if looks could kill someone than that woman would have been dead by now. I don't know for how long I kept looking at him but I only realized when I noticed that evil smirk on his face. He slowly tilted his head and looked at me with that evil smirk and then it hit me.It was him..... The stranger from the club.... the one in my nightmare.... It was the first time I saw his face for clear. I just hoped all of this was another nightmare I didn't want to be anywhere near him I wanted to run away but felt my feet was glued to that spot unable to move, unable to speak or even look away from him. I didn't hear what that woman kept on blabbering, all I heard was him yelling"Enough"That too because he looked away from me."Didn't she tel
I reached back in our room by five in the evening. We had to attend a party which was expected to start by seven. Eva had decided to stay in Jenna's room as Jenny and Jacob wanted to stay at Jenny's new accomodation. When I entered my room there were 5 beautifully packed gift boxes kept on my bed. Seeing them I shrieked in surprise. There was also a happy birthday card and a beautiful white lily and tulip bouquet. I was extremely happy seeing the flowers they were my favorite. I assumed it was the surprise that Eva mentioned earlier, I was so excited I eagerly started to unwrap the gifts. In one box there was a beautiful maroon sheath gown with a halter neck, which was backless and had a slit from the upper left thigh. I excitedly opened the second box. It had a silver-colored stiletto-heeled ankle strap, which made me look taller than usual. The remaining three boxes weren't that big and I could easily guess it was some jewelry, but I was stunned to see the mesmerizing jewelry tha
I was blindfolded and my hands were tied to the headboard. I felt as if my whole body was paralyzed, unable to move or utter a word. I was terrified. All I could hear was my heavy breathing and the fast rhythm of my palpitating heart. My mind was numb but still, I could feel another person's presence in the room with me making my heart beat erratically.With a heavy voice 'I asked more like a whisper "Hellooo...... is there anyone please untie me.... and let me go...... helllooooo is there anyone...." I wanted to sound strong and not scared but unfortunately, it didn't turn out the way I wanted but I got the attention of the person who tied me to the bed with blindfolds.I could feel movements on the bed someone coming closer to me and my heartbeat rose to a more rapid rate making me more nervous, my palms wet and sweat beads forming on my forehead even in that airconditioned room. I could feel the breath of that person near my inner thigh slightly moving my shorts then slowly moving
"YOU WILL BE MINE............AT ANY COST" This words ere ringing in my head and in anger I hurled him and raised my hand once again in order to slap him, but I unintentionally ended up slapping Alex. I didn't realize when that man had moved or when Alex was in front of me. A trace guilt sweeped over my heart for a oment but it disappeared as soon as it arrived when I saw the look on his face. "Hey, I....." And his words died in his mouth when I glared at him. Alex was pretending as if he didn't know what was happening and tried to talk as if nothing had happened and in my rage, I pushed him and by that time the guy had disappeared. I was so frustrated and angry. "Fuck you.... Fuck you both..... assholes..." I yelled and showed my middle finger and left in anger without even bothering to look at anyone. I was sure Alex knew him it couldn't be a coincidence Alex disappearing that guy showing up and when he crossed the line Alex showing up again shoving the other guy, and this hap
"Hey, where were you? I was so worried. All good." He asked worriedly. To me, he seemed genuinely worried about me and I gave him my best smile, assuring him I was fine. "Come, let us have some fun and check our luck...." Alex said and held my hand, taking me towards the casino of the clubhouse. The place was loaded with people crowded at different tables trying their luck to win. Some shouting and cussing angrily while others cheer and applauding It was obvious that he was quite familiar with the place and the people knew him well. All the girls were giving him their best seductive smiles and looking at me in annoyance while giving me their best bitchy looks. It made me chuckle, leaving a permanent smug on my face. A few men were nodding and bowing when they saw him, but none of them dared to look at me inappropriately. The authority that he carried impressed me and I looked at him with adoration. I don't know, something about him started to attract me, maybe the authority he car
Davina's POV: . I was feeling tipsy and losing my patience as I couldn't understand whatever they were saying and it started irking me. "Bran, are you like interested in men.... specifically, the one about whom you are talking? " I asked. I could see how shocked everyone was hearing my blunt question and also, I guess I was a bit loud considering the people sitting on the nearby tables also gave us these weird looks. And from the way Eva glared it was confirmed I was blithe about my tone. "Sorry, if I was rude but for God's sake..... stop talking about that man, Demon, or whateva.... I don't care..... I am done listening about him...... I already started hating him because of your constant bickering...... and trust me boy no one is interested in your prattling. If you like him so much, go and kiss his ass." I almost yelled at him for no particular reason. In my defense, I was a bit drunk. "All you men are so useless. Come, Eva, let's go to the dance floor. Let them continue the
PAST: Damon's POV: The moment she stepped into that hotel she caught my eyes I could see how mesmerized she was, looking at the interiors of the hotel and, the people around. She looked as if she didn't belong there and she definitely didn't look British. She had this glimmer in her eyes like an excited child. She looked so pretty and sexy like a tease showing off her curves in that little dark blue tank top and white cargo pants catching people's attention. She looked so oblivious to the stares she was getting. I was in that hotel for some official purpose to sign the papers and legally take over my father's company along with signing a few business consignments. Never in my wildest dreams, had I thought I would be standing in a corner instead of getting into the elevator and looking at a little girl like a creep though her body looked nothing like a little girl except for her innocent eyes and her parents accompanied her. I hoped and wished at least she was 21. She definitely, had