~~Vanesaa~~ I know Damien asked me not to avoid him, but how could I not? He Is my past love who no longer knows who I am, I would only be hurting myself if I stuck around him. I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me that I still loved him as much as I did in the past; I only learned to live without him. And as I have said before, I planned to enjoy my stay in Paris, and that was what I was going to do, and how better to do that than to go drinking in a bar. I heard a bar a few minutes from the hotel. ‘Le verre enchante’ means the enchanted glass. Who wouldn't want to check it out?.I was dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, the hood carefully placed over my head. My gaze cautiously swept across the place as I made my way out of the hotel; if the universe was on my side, I wouldn't run into Damien. “Vannesa,?” I heard Damien say. “Argh!” I yelled in shock as I turned to face him. I wanted to tell him that I wasn't Vanessa, but who was I kidding? He had already seen me. “Where are
~~Damien~~“Vanessa! Vanessa!? I growled, my eyes moving frantically in search of her. There was a narrow street by the side of the bar, There was muffled laughter from the distance filled by the weak groan of a lady. “Vannesa?” I muttered as I rushed towards the direction of the sound. The sounds of their laughter and Vanessa's groaning grew louder as I approached. As I finally approached the corner in which they stood, I saw that they had ripped one of her hoodies and flung it onto the floor. One of them had his hand wrapped around her waist and the other gripping her ass. “Take off her bra, I will take a picture” The other laughed, bringing out a phone from his pocket. “What did I say would happen to you if you ever laid your hands on her?” I asked, my jaw clenched. They turned to look at me in shock. “Run along foreigner, if you do not want any trouble” I licked my lower lip in anger. “Step away from her” is instructed. One of them stepped away from her, a scoff escaping
**THE NEXT MORNING.**~~Vanessa~~I woke up with a blasting headache. How much did I have to drink?Wrapping my hands around my head, I slid out of bed and headed for the bathroom. “You are awake,” I heard Damien's raspy voice behind me. My eyes widened, and I gasped, spinning around to look at him. “What are you doing here?” I asked in shock, my heart racing “Why are you in my bed!?” Just then I realized. I looked down at myself, my hands instinctively wrapping around me“Why am I naked?!”“You got drunk last night,” He said, slipping out of bed. He was Shirtless!“So?!”“So the lady who worked there called me to come get you”My body curled in embarrassment“Why would she do that?”“Do you remember anything that happened last night?” He asked his brow furrowed. I shook my head. “No”“That's why” He responded, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Promise that you will never go to a bar and drink like that next time?” He asked, his expression suddenly turning serious. “Why do you
~~Damien~~I left Paris as fast as I could my heart racing with panic as my car headed for the morgue Melisa was dead? How?It all felt so unreal. “Melisa Davenport!” I said rushing towards the startled receptionist. “My wife was taken here this morning I want to see her”“The suicide victim?” A lady behind me asked. I turned to face her, and my brow furrowed. “Suicide?”“I'm a mortician, the blond lady who took her own life and was taken here this morning is your wife, isn't she?” She asked. “Yes,” I nodded. “It's her, she committed suicide?”“Yes, she did, she slit her wrist and bled out, why would she do that? Has she been showing signs of depression?I shook my head. “No”She hasn't but I knew why she did it. Because of me, she died because I left her side to be with Vanessa. My fists clenched. She died because of me, I left even though I knew she had mental issues. I ..killed her. ~~Vannessa~~Even though I had assigned Karol to sign the documents there were still a ton for
“Why did you ask me to stay over? You have workers in the house who can get you anything you want” I asked, turning to face Damien as we entered his room. He shut the door behind us, staggering towards me. “They are not you”“Why does it have to be me?”He said nothing. Instead, he began to undress. “Stop that,” I said, turning away from him. “Relax, I'm just taking off my jacket”I slowly turned to face him. “Oh..”“Oh? What? Are you disappointed?”Maybe I was. Just a little, of course.“No, Just get into bed”, I said, leading him toward his bed.I tucked him into bed and turned to look around the room, there was a couch I could lay on. I leaned over Damien to grab a pillow, but before I could move away, he grabbed my arm, and with a swift move, he flung me onto the bed. His hands wrapped around me. My heart raced. “What are you doing?”I asked, struggling to get up. “Don't go away,” he said, covering me up with the blanket. “I'm not going,” I said, trying to move away, but his
“Damien,” I muttered. “What is your answer?” he asked. “You do not know me, Damien, why would you want to date me?”His lips pressed against mine. “Because I'm falling in love with you” he muttered against my lips For a split second, I was happy, he loved me not as Elizabeth, as me, Vanessa. But we couldn't be together, it wasn't safe. What if he found out that I was the Elizabeth he was in love with. Will he be shocked? Confused? Angry?“Tell me you feel something for me”I shook my head pushing past him. “I regret what happened between us last night; I'm sorry I let what happened happen; it will never happen again. I will change in your bathroom and leave” I said as I turned to walk into the bathroom. A few minutes later, I was done. I stepped out of the bathroom, and Damien wasn't there. Hopefully, I wouldn't have run into him on my way out. I pulled the door open and stepped out. “You did this Damien!” I heard a woman yell downstairs. “You let my daughter die! How could you
“I…guessed where it was, Damien,” I stuttered.He shot me a suspicious gaze. “Somethings strange about you Vanessa”“Just because I guessed a room correctly?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.He let out soft air from his lips. “You are right. I'm sorry,” he apologized. I nodded, turning away from him to face the bedroom mirror. “How long will it take the workers to bring my bags in?” I sigh. “Never mind, I will go into the closet; there's a nightwear I really like,” I said, walking into the closet, and of course, he was walking right behind me. I traced the closet, my brain trying to remember where I had put it. “Ah,” I said as I found it, licking it up. “Do you Like that?” He asked. “Of course I do,” I said, wiggling the gown in my hand. “, it's sexy and comfy”“That was also Elizabeth's favorite”My smile faded. “They are sexy and comfy', she used to say that too”I chuckled nervously. “I guess we were more alike than I thought,” I said trying to walk past him. “Stop,” he said, h
We had sex eight times in a row, and of course, every round was marvelous. I didn't remember falling asleep but I did. “Is there anything we can do?” I heard Damien's voice say. I looked behind me to see him standing by the window, he seemed to be talking to somebody on the phone. “Damien?” I said as I slipped out of the bed and began to approach him. He turned to look at me. “Thank you, I will call you back,” he said into his phone and hung up immediately. “You are awake,” he said, his voice Hoarse. His eyes traced my body. “You look amazing”I smiled. “I'm not wearing anything”“My point exactly,” he said, approaching me.“Who was that on the phone?” I asked my curiosity piqued. “The police, I wanted to make sure they were doing everything to find Raymond,” he said. I nodded. “Thank you, Damien”“Don't mention, get dressed; we are going to work,” he said, placing a soft kiss on my forehead and then walking past me. I turned to face him. “Work?”“Yes, I have a meeting to atte
“Vanessa, please,” I begged, gently pulling away from her grasp.As I approached the door, something struck me from behind. I froze. Slowly, I turned to see her shoe on the ground. My head sprang up to look at her, my brows knitting together.“Did you just throw your shoe at me?”She sobbed. “Yes, what do you have to do? Do you want to hit her? Give her more reasons to lock you up?”She breathed shakingly. “It's our wedding night Damien, we should be together, so don't walk out on me”My jaw clenched as I approached her. She immediately took a step back, fear flickering in her eyes. .“What are you doing?” She ran across the room. “Are you angry? I'm sorry” She begged. As I drew closer, she took off her other shoe, throwing it at me, but I caught it. “Stop!” She cried covering her face.“Ouch, Vanessa, did you think I was going to hurt you?” I asked, pulling her hands away from her face. She looked at me, her eyes still wet from tears.“You are not?”My jaw tightened even more, my g
Katherine.The letter read,Congratulations on your wedding, I'm sure getting married into the Davenport family feels like a treat, well enjoy, I was going to come after you before but now that you are going to be a part of the family officially, you are also an enemy to me as they are to me, you will suffer the same pain that I will make them all feel.But…There's an escape for you, Go to the altar today to get married to Damien, but when the priest asks you if you will ask him as your husband, say no, shock the congregation and most importantly, Damien, Shatter his heart into pieces and you shall be free if the pain that I will rain on this family. A pain much worse than death. Love, Katherine Sinclair. My whole body shuddered with fear as I read its contents. How did the note get here? Did Katherine have an inside man at my wedding?The veil covered my head as Mr Davenport led me to the altar. But I was cautious of my surroundings, what if Katherine was here? Would she try anyth
As the nurse led me to Katherine's room in the hospital my fists clenched. I have not seen her in years. She must have changed a lot, but still carrying a grudge from years ago?Sigh. “In here, sir,” The nurse said, reaching for the door. “Stop”She paused, turning to look at me. “Leave, I want to go in alone” I instructed. She nodded, turning to leave. My fists loosened as I reached for the door. I exhaled sharply and pulled it open. “Katherine,” I muttered as My gaze caught her lying on the bed. Her gaze shifted to me, her eyes widening in surprise. “Well, this is a surprise,” She groaned, sitting up on her bed. “I knew you would come running to save your son but I didn't know you would come here so soon”“Katherine,” I said, walking towards her. “What do you think you are doing to my family?Her jaw clenched. “Your family?” She scoffed. “Soon, there will be no one for you to call family, and I will end you!” She snapped. My brow furrowed. I had never seen so much hate in he
My breathing grew ragged as Harry explained everything. “Dad, are you still there?” He asked. “Dad?”“I will be in America as soon as I can; call somebody to get my son out of prison; we are rich, goddammit! Use it!”I yelled, hanging up immediately. “George!” I yelled. My eyes searched frantically.“Yes sir?!” He responded almost immediately. “Prepare my plane, we are going to America” I Instructed. My children are suffering because of my past mistakes. I covered my face in shame. What a bad father I was. I needed to find Katherine and settle things between us before it got out of hand. ~~Vanessa~~I sat in the bathtub filled with water. My eyes closed as I thought about Damien. I wish I could be there with him. My eyes shot open as I heard the bedroom door open. “Who is there?” I asked but no response followed. “Harry?” I called again.Suddenly, the bathroom door pulled open, and Damien stepped in. Damien?!Without asking any questions, I jumped out of the bathroom, rushin
~~Wayne~~A FEW HOURS AGO. As I drove to Damien's company, I got a call from my mother, and I picked up immediately. “Hello, Mother,” I said, immediately picking up. “Are you out of the hospital yet?” She asked. “Yes, Mother,” I said, my back still twitching with pain.“Good, Make sure you come into the office with Damien, I need everything to be perfect”My hands tightened around the wheel “Do you have to get stabbed for this to work, Mother?”“Yes,” She responded curtly. “I won't die as long as you do your part. “Understand?”I nodded. “Yes, Mother”PRESENT TIME~~Vanessa~~“What does this look like?” I asked standing in front of a mirror as I tried on wedding dresses. “Beautiful” Alex responded in awe. “Yes but former or latter?” I asked spinning to see the back. “It depends, do you want to look beautiful? Or sexy?”I bit my lower lip in thought then finally spoke. “Sexy”“Then this one!” She yelled. We both shrieked in excitement. Then suddenly, my phone began to ring. Qu
“Yes,.murder” She responded, her voice steady.As I opened my mouth to speak she cut in. “I will leave you to rest.” With that she walked out of the office, the room shutting the door behind her. “Murder?”~~Vanessa~~I lay in bed, wrapped up in a blanket, as my mind reeled with thoughts. How did my life get like this? I was a complete mess and I knew it. I heard footsteps approach the room; excited, I jumped out of bed. “Damien?” I said pulling the door open. He smiled weakly at me. “How did you know it was me?”“You are the only one who comes up here,” I said, wrapping my hand around him in a tight hug. He lifted me up in his arms. Wrapping my legs around him. “How is Wayne?” I asked her and walked into the room, placing me carefully on the bed. “Vanessa” He breathed against my lips, his eyes searching mine. “How are you?”“I'm fine, Damien; I have to be,” he pushed me, causing my back to lay flat on the bed, and climbed onto me. “Are you scared?” He asked.“Raymond doesn't s
~~Katherine~~My stomach tightened as Harry approached us. He looked exactly like Zane. Or was I tweaking? Zane was just three when I lost him. My heart raced faster as Harry's sharp gaze shifted to me. “Who is this?” He asked.“Oh, this is…” Vanessa's voice trailed off. She turned to look at me. “I'm sorry, what was your name again?”I swallowed hard.“Katherine” I managed to let out, my voice barely above a whisper. “My name is Katherine”“Ah, Katherine,” Vanessa said. “She is going to stay with us until her car is fixed. Vanessa explained. Harry nodded, turning to face Damien. “Can we talk?”“Of course, brother, what is it about?” “Follow me,” Harry said, turning to walk off. Damien turned to face Vanessa. “Do not leave the house,” he instructed before turning to follow his brother. I swallowed hard. Could it be Zane? My mind flashed back to twenty-seven years ago. It was racing violently and my twins Zane and Wayne were playing in the living room. But suddenly Wayne runs to
“Stay in the hospital for a while,” My mother instructed. My brow creased. “What?” I muttered. “Make her feel obligated to take care of you when she does that, she will feel a bond to you, the man who took a bullet for her, and then you can't get close to Damien remember the plan and stick to it Wayne, make it look real”I exhaled sharply. “Of course Mother”“Do not disappoint me, Wayne,” “Yes, Mother,” But before I could say anything more before I could finish, the line went flat. I clenched my phone tightly. In my hands, anger boiling inside of me, I threw it across the room. I didn't care about the Davenport family. Did they abandon my pregnant mother years ago? So what? We are thriving without them; only my mother cares for revenge, and I'm tired; I just want her to love me. Is that too much to ask?~~Vanessa~~Damien rented out an entire restaurant opposite the hospital. “Damien, you shouldn't have done this; other people need to eat, too,” I said pretending that I was
A rugged smirk formed on Raymond's lips. The sound of police sirens filled the air and immediately, he dashed off. I looked to my left and saw the ambulance arrived. “Thank God!” I gasped. Two of them rushed in with a stretcher in their hand. “I am over here!” I cried. They rushed towards me and I quickly pulled away from Wayne to let them do their job. “Vanessa!” Damien growled, rushing into the place. My head turned to see him, his eyes searching frantically for me. “Damien?” I yelled rushing towards him. He wrapped me up in a tight hug, his hug telling me words that his mouth couldn't say. “Blood,” he said, his voice barely audible as he pulled away to look at my hands. “It's Wayne's blood,” I said quickly. I turned to see Wayne being rolled out of a stretcher. “It was my fault,” I said, throat dry. Damien's hand squeezed mine tightly. “No, it's not”I quickly shook my head. “No” I gasped. “I saw him. Raymond”Damiens brow furrowed. “What?”“He was on the roof of the