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I found myself walking out of an unfamiliar mansion,with no idea how I got there.I tried to stop and look around but it was as if I had no control over my own body. I didn't know why but I was crestfallen.With a heavy heart and tears streaming down my face I continued out of the building. “Elizabeth!” A woman's voice called behind me. Her tone was urgent.I attempted to turn around and see who it was but I still couldn't move. “Elizabeth!”The voice called out again, this time growing frustrated. Who is that? Why can't I stop?. “Elizabeth,answer me! Now!” The woman yelled in anger. Still I kept moving. My hands swinging to and fro in the air with determination. “Elizabeth! You will not ignore me, I am your mother!” The voice snapped. Elizabeth's mother? And that's when I realized. I wasn't really here. This was a trance , it was another one of Elizabeth's memories.“What do you want from me,mother?" Elizabeth said, turning to face her mother. Unlike Elizabeth, her mother was blo
~~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'
“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