~~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~~You know that feeling when you have an ex on your back that just won't leave you alone? Well, I have that. Only it's not my fucking ex!Dave called me all night,all night!!I sighed, trying to calm myself. It wasn't his fault, I couldn't imagine what it felt like for your lover to get into an accident and wake up with no memories of you.It's even worse that he might never get to see her again. Or maybe… he might.Elizabeth's memories were slowly coming back. It is possible that she is slowly returning to her original body while I, on the other hand, am slipping away.Suddenly, the door flung open, and Evelyn rushed in. “The master is leaving,” she panted.“Thank you, Evelyn,” I said, grabbing my purse as I ran out to catch up with Damien.He must have heard my heels clicking against the floor because he turned around to look at me, his cold gaze sending a shiver down my spine.Without saying a word, he turned back around, got into the back seat of his car, and shut the do
Dave's grip tightened around my waist as he kissed me aggressively.My only chance at vengeance was all gone. I squeezed his arm tightly, my heart racing with fear as tears streamed down my face.Wait... I was crying? Does that mean...?Quickly, I pulled away from Dave's kiss.I had control once more!“Elizabeth, are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.I turned away from him. Elizabeth was just in control, and now she wasn’t? Is this going to happen from now on? What if it became permanent?“Elizabeth.” He placed his hand gently on my shoulder.“Get away from me!” I snapped, slapping his hand off me.He was the reason Elizabeth's soul resurfaced. The switch,it was him. Being around him wasn’t safe for me.“Kiss me again, and you’re fired,” I threatened.I could see disappointment written all over his face. “Elizabeth, you remembered, didn’t you?”I shook my head. “No, didn’t.”He stepped forward, his gaze piercing into mine “I know you did, Elizabeth. I saw it in your e
Fear.It's a word with many meanings. Some say people fear what they don't know because they are oblivious to what lies within. Others say people fear what they know because they have seen how scary it can get. For me? It's The unknown. I fear Dave, I fear what his reaction is going to be to my outburst, and with every second he spends looking at me in shock, I grow even more scared. “What did you just say?” he finally spoke.I trembled. “W..what?” I stuttered.“What do you mean you are Vannessa?” he repeated.“Dave, please, that was a joke,” I said, bursting into fake laughter, hoping I could laugh it off. But he wasn't buying it. I could see it in his eyes. “Well, I have to go,” I turned around, trying to run off, but his hands shot out at me, pulling me back. “No, you were serious. What are you talking about?” His grip tightened around my arm. My expression grew serious. “Let go of me, Dave.” I yanked my arm away from him. “Stop bothering me.” I turned around and ran off.He ra
“I'm sorry”Those were the only words I could say. “The woman you loved? She still loves you, she still looks at you the way she used to but you don't see it”His hands slipped away from me. He pressed his back against the wall beside me. His expression was downcast. He was scared. I could see it in his eyes. I Wish I could hug him and tell him everything was going to be okay. But was it? I wasn't Elizabeth anymore. We have lost each other. “I should go,” I said, turning to leave. Suddenly, my phone rang. I reached into my pocket pulling it out. It was an unknown number. “Hello?” I said, answering the call and pressing the phone against my ear. “Hello, Ms.Blackwood. This is the police, we called to let you know that Mr Raymond and Ms Paige have been put into custody. Would you like to meet Them?”My jaw clenched. “Yes”I hung up, turning to face Damien. “I will stay away from Elizabeth, from you,” I bowed my head. “I'm sorry for all the trouble I have caused.”With that, I turn
~~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