~~MELISA~~You know that feeling you get when you know that you are about to have everything that you have ever wanted? Well, I had that a few hours ago. But unfortunately this woman had to ruin it all. It was a perfect plan. Fly to London alone with Damien and use it as an opportunity to have a romantic getaway. Maybe finally something would happen between us. Unfortunately,he brought his wife along with him. She was never on these trips. Why now?. I turned to look at Elizabeth sitting a few seats away from us, her eyes glued to her phone.My gaze shifted back to Damien whose gaze was fixed on his iPad but occasionally stole a few glances at her. This woman had to ruin everything? Sitting up from my seat I quickly moved to the seat beside him.“Hey” I said, turning to Damien as I let out a forced smile. “Are you sure you should have bought her along?” I asked, stealing a glance at Elizabeth. “Why not? She's my wife and I'm going to see my father” he said, his gaze never leaving hi
Mr. Davenport's mansion was just a few minutes away from the airport. As we stepped out of the car, the cold London breeze hit me, causing me to shiver. In the distance, I could see some househelps hurriedly running out of the mansion to greet us.“Take care of our bags,”Melisa commanded.“Yes, ma'am,” they responded in unison,as they proceeded to fulfil her request.“Let's go inside,” Melisa suggested, slipping her hands into Damien's. He attempted to pull away, but she held on tightly leading him into the house.I scoffed.She was one pathetic woman.“Where is father?”Melisa inquired, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of him.She called mr.Davenport father? How pathetic was this woman?“He has retired to bed, ma'am,” one of the maids informed her. “I was instructed to show you to your rooms.”“Never mind,” Melisa waved her hands in the air dismissing the offer.“I will chose a room myself”“Can you direct me to a room, please? I urgently need to take a hot bath.” I asked
~~Melisa~~I paced back and forth in my room, unable to rest, not when I was aware that Damien and that wench were sharing a room together. What if she tries to seduce him?I moved to sit on my bed, my head reeling with thoughts. I couldn't understand why he would offer to share a room with her. Damien hated sharing his personal space. Why would he let her…. Did he…?I shrugged my shoulders at the thought, shaking my head. There was no way he was in love with her.Hastily, I grabbed my jacket, put it on, and headed for Damien's room.Damien and I haven't drank together in a long time. He was most vulnerable in his drunken state. I will try to make him have a drink with me, and if I'm lucky, something might happen between us.I took a deep breath as I stood in front of Damien's door. Convincing him to do something was not easy, but I was determined.Summoning courage, I knocked on the door. But no response came. I knocked again, and the same silence followed.Were they out?Placing my
~~Vanesaa~~I could feel my heart pounding against my chest as Damien kissed me. One hand pressed against my thigh and the other gripping my neck in an aggressive but tender manner. I did all I could to push him off of me, but each time I tried, he only pulled closer.But why? Could it be that he was in love with me?“Oh my God!” I heard Melisa gasp, her voice laced with horror.Why was she here?Damien slowly pulled away, his gorgeous brown eyes gazing into mine.I breathed heavily, my heart pounding against his chest, our breath intertwined.“What are you doing here, Melisa?” he asked, standing up to face her. My head shot up to see Melisa standing by the doorway.“Ugh…” her knees buckled as she made her way into the room. “I just… I thought… we could have a drink together.”Damien slid his hands into his pockets. “I'm busy at the moment.”She nodded. “Of course… I understand.” Her gaze shifted. This time, the gate in them was visible. “Of course,” she repeated. “I should go,” she
"I didn't know what to do. I trembled as Damien gazed into my eyes, my phone in his hand as he awaited an answer. One that I didn't have.“Answer me, Elizabeth,” He pressed.But…what was I supposed to say? That Dave was calling my phone because he was Elizabeth's lover? Elizabeth didn't tell him who Dave was for a reason. I couldn't just walk into her life and ruin everything, revealing secrets that she didn't want revealed.Damien sighed, handing me the phone. “At least you both keep it discreet,” he said, turning to walk away.“Kept what discreet?”He paused, turning to face me. “Your relationship with Dave, I would never have noticed.”“I do not have anything going on with your assistant,” I defended.“Elizabeth, you do not have to lie. I do not care. Yes, I was surprised at first because I never would have suspected, but I think it is impressive that you hid it so well. You might not remember, but I made you promise that nobody found out about your lover. It would ruin my reputati
Everybody fears death. Some people fear it because they want to live more than they already have. For others it's the fear of leaving the world without achieving their goalsAs for Me? It's the latter. I'm afraid that if I die now, then I will lose the chance to get my revenge forever.Fear gripped me as I felt myself slipping away. But alas, I could feel myself coming back. I felt a gentle squeeze on my hand, and it sent a warm feeling through meSqueezing the hand in return, my eyes fluttered open. It was Damien. "Elizabeth!" Damien gasped, his face filled with a mixture of relief and worry.I shut up filled with disbelief as I looked around. "I'm alive?"A soft chuckle escaped his lips , pulling me into a tight hug. "Of course you are.”I let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God,” I muttered.He pulled away from me. “Are you hurt? Do you feel any pain?” He cupped my face, squeezing it.I shook my head. “No, I don't feel pain.”He forced his hand to my arm and squeezed. “What about here
Three days have passed since I returned from London, but I don't remember a second of it. I was losing track of time, and along with it, my memories. If I truly was losing the memories of my past life, then I had to act fast. I had to take Raymond down.Otherwise,I might wake up one day with no memories of my life as Vanessa.I might actually start believing that I'm Elizabeth Davenport.Fear gripped me.I was getting her memories. Was her mind taking over her body and slowly draining me out?"Mrs. Davenport,are you okay?" Raymond asked, his brow creased with concern as he leaned forward to hold me.My eyes shot up at him. I gulped. “Yeah, I'm fine,” I nodded.“Well then,” he stretched his hand out to me. “Let's go in.”I nodded, grabbing his hand as he led me into the art gallery. I had been here before. This was the first gallery I visited with Raymond when I was alive as Vanessa.I looked around the place, and it was empty. He had rented the place out again.I sighed deeply. I couldn'
Damien's gaze narrowed as he looked at me, his expression colder than usual.“Hey,” I said calmly.“Hello, Elizabeth,” he replied, his tone formal as he began to walk toward me.My heart raced. Was he going to kiss me again?He reached for my hand, pulling me along with him as he made his way up the stairs.“Damien?” I wondered what he was up to. “What are you…?”“Shhhh,” he interrupted, turning to face me. He grasped the doorknob and opened the door to his room, leading me inside.I had never been in his room before, and it was breathtaking. A gigantic king-sized bed occupied the center of the space, while a desk lined with neatly arranged books stood beside it. On the other side…“Elizabeth, we need to talk,” Damien said, breaking me out of my trance.I turned to look at him as he shut the door firmly behind him and approached me.“What is it?” I managed to ask.“I'm sorry about London,” he began.He didn't have to bring it up.“I shouldn't have confessed my feelings for you like th
~~Vanessa~~I'm not going to lie; I missed my body, my luxurious brown hair that flowed down my back, and my hips that swayed gracefully with each step I took.Sigh.I missed it. I walked barefoot into the living area of my mansion. I had just had a shower, I was wrapped in a robe, and my hair was damp as I massaged it with a dry towel. I was used to being in the house alone. I guess Raymond had dismissed the house help since I wasn't going to be needing them. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door, subtle, yet violent. “Who is it?” I asked as I walked towards the door. But there was no response. “Who is it?” I asked again as I pulled the door openMy eyes widened in shock as I beheld Damien standing before me, his gaze fierce. I swallowed hard. “Damien?”His hands shot out to me, grabbing my neck.I gasped in shock. “Damien!” I choked.With a swift move, he pinned me against the wall. “I don't hurt women, but if it's for the woman I love I'm ready to break you into a million pie
~~Damien~~I panicked, my heart racing with fear. “Elizabeth?!” I yelled knocking violently on Raymond's door. “Elizabeth?!”I reached for the doorknob and pulled it open. “Elizabeth!” I rushed in searching the house. As I rushed into the bedroom, my heart was sore a bit, my legs halting to a stop as my gaze caught her legs on the bathroom floor. “Elizabeth?” I muttered rushing towards her. My heart shattered as I saw the woman I love lying unconscious on the ground, filled with a pool of blood. “Elizabeth!” I yelled, wrapping her up in my arms. “Elizabeth, wake up please” My voice shook, “Elizabeth I beg if you…wake up, I cannot live without you”But she didn't move. She lay unconscious, unable to speak a word to me. Suddenly, the door flung open, and loud footsteps approached. It was the police I had called them a few minutes ago. I lifted Elizabeth in my arms, tears streaming down my face; I led her outside the room. “We searched the whole place; there is no sight of him, s
~~Vanessa~~ I couldn't believe it. It worked, I got him drunk. Raymond sat on a chair, his hand wrapped around my thighs. “Elizabeth” he gasped, his voice filled with longing. I pulled away from him, rushing to my bag; I pulled out the documents laying them out on the desk. “Raymond?” I turned to him. “Can you sign these please?” I asked, hoping he was too drunk to think straight. His brow furrowed, staggering to get up. “Sign what?”I quickly held him, supporting his body so that he wouldn't fall. “Just this paper, sigh here,” I said, handing him a pen. He gagged, shaking his head. “What is it about?” He asked leaning in to sign. I chuckled nervously. “Can you just sign it? I want you to rest,” I said, caressing his back. He nodded, writing his signature in all the right places. My heart filled with relief. I finally won? It felt too good to be true. But it was. My company, it was mine once more. Now all I needed was to get him to confess that he tried to kill me. He placed
~~Vanessa~~The next few hours will determine if I will spend the rest of my life with Damien as Elizabeth, or if Elizabeth will resurface, pulling me away into nothingness; I could feel her presence within me, strong. “Can I come in?” I heard Damian ask, Followed by a subtle knock on the door. I chuckled, “Damien this is your bedroom too you can come in”The door pulled open, and he stepped, his gaze narrowing across my back gown. It was a beautiful blue gown adorned with diamonds; the dress was fitted from the waist up, revealing my curvy features, and from the waist down, it flowed into a dramatic voluminous skirt. My hair, on the other hand, fell beautifully on my shoulders. “You look beautiful,” he muttered. I smiled, pulling my hair behind my ear. “Thank you. You look good in that tux, too,” I complimented.He pressed his hand against his chest. “I think I just fell in love all over again.”I chuckled. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. “Come in” Damien and I said
Immediately, I knocked on Dave's door; the door flung open.“Elizabeth” he gasped, his hands wrapping around me in a tight hug.“Dave” my hands instinctively wrapped around his neck. “Oh my God, I missed you so much,” I said, cupping his face with both my hands and pressing a kiss on his lips.“I missed you too,” he said, pulling away from me. “How are you back? What happened?” his eyes searched mine. “I don't know, I just woke up in a hotel”He pulled me into his house, shutting the door behind us. “What is the last thing you remember?”I thought for a second “Well, we were both kissing in my office, and then I woke up in a hotel with Damien”He chuckled. “I knew it was you in your office” he pressed his lips against mine. “Don't ever do that again” he whispered against my lips. “Don't let her come back”I shook my head, “I don't have power over it, I think she might come back”He slipped his hands into mine, his eyes searching mine. “I love you Elizabeth”I smiled. “I love you too”
~~DAMIEN~~Something was wrong, I could feel it. Elizabeth looked at me, not with the usual warmth her eyes held, her eyes were filled with fear and uncertainty.“Did you touch me? Why does my whole body hurt? How did I get here?”Those words, her tone, the way she looked at me. She wasn't my Elizabeth.“Elizabeth, do you remember anything that happened the last few days?”She shook her head. “What happened?”“Did you lose your memories again?” I said approaching her.She gazes at me with a confused look. “Again? I didn't lose my memories, I remember everything”“But you don't remember the past few days?”She paused and then shook her head. “Dress up, I will call a doctor,” I said, rushing out. My heart raced with fear; I just got Elizabeth back; I couldn't lose again; I didn't want to lose her. The thought of Elizabeth forgetting everything we had together…~~Elizabeth~~Despite the pain, I slipped out of the bed. I headed for the wardrobe hoping to find something to wear. My gaze
This man fucked me for five hours nonstop and is seated across the room, his gaze focused on his iPad like nothing happened. Damien didn't lie. When he said he wouldn't be able to control himself if he touched me last night he meant it. This man had me in a thousand positions, and I still wasn't ready to stop. My body hurt so bad, but Strangely, I liked it. I tried to sit up but my legs hurt. ‘I will take away your ability to work.’ Those words replayed in my head.He did take away my ability to work. “Are you going to be on your iPad all morning?” I asked, my back still resting on the bed. There was no way I was sitting up with the pain I felt all over my body. “I have some work to finish,” he said, his gaze never leaving his iPad. My brow furrowed. The fact that his attention wasn't on me made me jealous. “You are going to spend your honeymoon on your iPad?”I heard the iPad shut down. “Are you still jealous about Melissa?” He asked approaching the bed.I got slightly angry.“D
This was it, Damien was marrying her. I sat in the front row of the groom's side, my legs crossed as I awaited the ceremony to begin. Damien stood before the wedding beside the priest on the aisle occasionally shooting me proud looks. He seemed to like my dress, it was a fitted red dress that revealed my curves and A slit that ran up my thighs. Instead of my usual bun, My hair was let down, falling perfectly upon my shoulders. I could feel the guests stealing glances at me and murmuring. I didn't need to hear them to hear what they were talking about: a shameless woman sitting proudly at the front while her husband married another woman. Suddenly, the bridal march began to play, and the murmurs stopped. Damien looked at me. “I love you” he mouthed. I looked down trying to hide my smile. How foolish in love I was. Soon Melisa approached the aisle, accompanied by a man who I assumed to be her father. She had on a beautiful white dress so long that it swept the floor as she walke
The thought of Damien marrying another woman hurt like hell. “Tell me you won't do it” The words hung in my throat.“Elizabeth” he tugged my hair behind my ears.”You know I would never do that”I sighed in relief. “I'm sorry about Melisa”His hand squeezed mine. “Sorry For what? I should be sorry for what she did to you”“It's not your fault. But she is your childhood friend You must feel bad about her health, I know you care for her”His expression turned serious, his nose brushing against mine.“I cannot care for a woman who tried to hurt the woman that I love; I only care about you.” he pushed himself against me. “I promise, nothing will ever happen between her and me.”I nodded, my lips curving into a smile. “Yes sir”“Gosh, say that again,” he begged. I chuckled. “What? Yes sir?”His grip tightened around my waist. “I like it when you talk like that”I laughed. Suddenly his phone rang. “It's my Dad,” he muttered, gazing at the screen. “Answer it then”He picked it up, putting i