~~Vanessa~~Have you ever heard of the phrase ‘Walk of shame?’I learned this phrase from Paige years ago. When a woman has a one-night stand with a man and then escapes in the morning before he wakes up? That walk back home is a walk of shame. Every year on February fifteenth after Valentine's Day. The both of us sit by my window, a cup of popcorn in both our hands and we watch women do the walk of shame back home and even sometimes men. We both laughed so hard each time, but today….I'm in their shoes. Damien and I didn't have sex, but after giving him a blowjob, he carried me into his bed and touched me until I couldn't take it anymore. I fell asleep in his arms.My moans seemed to do something to him. He got aggressive along the way, and now my underwear is ripped on the floor, my brazier at one end of the room, and my clothes at the other. Unfortunately, I couldn't do the walk of shame because we lived in the same house. And in the meantime, he is in the same room until his fat
~~DAMIEN~~It was a thirty-five-minute drive to the bar. Immediately the car parked I rushed in, my eyes searching the place for her. “Mr.Davenport?” A middle-aged brunette lady with an approach around her waist asked as she approached me. “Are you the woman who called?”I asked. She nodded. There was a loud cheering at the other end of the bar. I rushed towards the sound, my eyes widening in awe as I beheld her. Loud music played in the background. She stood on top of a counter topless, gobbling down alcohol as men changed around her. Her beautiful brown hair was tied up in a messy bun. I chuckled. A really messy bun. She seemed to be enjoying herself. “Who wants to see me drink alcohol, upside down!” She shouted and the men changed even louder. Quickly, I rushed to her, pulling her off the table. She stumbled, trying to stand steady, but she was already under the influence. She gazed at me, her eyes barely open. “Who are you!?” She shouted, grabbing onto my shirt for suppor
~~Melisa~~I hated her, I hated her more and more each day, and suddenly, it felt like I couldn't do anything about it. I was going crazy."Elizabeth..." I groaned, getting off the bed. She had him wrapped around her little finger, and that broke me. For years, I thought he was mine to have, until recently.My head kept reeling back to that moment - the moment I realized I had lost him forever. It was the day we left London. I found out Elizabeth had gone ahead of us, but my happiness was short-lived.I shrieked in excitement, wrapping my arms around his as we alighted the plane. "Would you like to have a drink together later?" I had high hopes.He said nothing, pulling his arm away from me. And all through the ride back home, he ignored me while making one phone call after another, which was a usual thing. Except it wasn't a business call.He called her driver to make sure she got home safe. He called his housekeepers to make sure she ate and got tucked into bed.My heart sank as I wa
~~Vanessa ~~I slid into the bathtub, the warm water brushing softly against my skin. I shut my eyes in an attempt to relax, but it didn't work, and I hated it. Why couldn't I get my mind off this man? Why did I care that he wouldn't talk to me? Why did it hurt that he was with another woman and I didn't know why? Was I…in love with him?I shrugged my shoulders. Of course not. I couldn't be. He was in love with another. Alex. Her name rang in my head. Suddenly the bedroom door flung open and shut with a loud thud. My eyes sprang open. Damien was back? Immediately, I dashed out of the bathroom rushing into the bedroom to see him. My feet screeched to an immediate halt as I beheld the man in front of me; this wasn't Damien; he was a strange man clad in a pair of black suit pants and a black button-up shirt. “Who are you!?” I yelled, wrapping myself up with my arms.He spun around, his head bowed. “I'm Harry”My brow furrowed. “Harry? Harry who?”“I'm Damien older brother”I paused m
~~Vanesaa~~Sometimes, we blurt out words in the heat of the moment and end up regretting it later. In my case, I regretted it immediately after I said it. “My brother saw you naked?” Damien asked, his tone laced with a hint of anger. The room was dark, and only a shred of moonlight crept in from the curtains, but I could tell he was mad.“It was an accident,” I quickly added. “He didn't think I was in here, I rushed out from the bathroom to greet you, and he saw me, but it's fine, he left almost immediately.”His brow furrowed. “Almost?”I shook my head. “No …”Before I could say anything else, he reached out to me, wrapping his hands around my waist,he pulled me close to him,pressing his lips against mine.He kissed me passionately, his lips sucking mine until I couldn't breathe. Quickly, I pulled away, gasping for air. “Damien..I can't breathe”He lifted me up, wrapping my legs around him. He pressed his lips against mine once more, leading me to the bed. He placed me gently on t
~~Vannesa~~I lay in bed, wrapped in Damien's arms,his big, strong arms, his fingers caressing my skin.I have been awake for almost an hour now but I didn't let him know. I was afraid to face him. Not after last night. Suddenly there was a knock on the floor. “Go away” his hoarse voice commanded. “Damien?” Harry's voice came from outside the room door. Almost immediately, he slipped out of the bed and walked to the door pulling it open. I stayed still. Pretending to be asleep.“Damien!” Harry exclaimed in excitement as soon as Damien pulled the door open. “Shh” Damien shushed. “she's still sleeping”“Oh, Elizabeth? What is the seal, brother? I thought you shared separate rooms. What are you falling in love with?” He said his voice was filled with mockery.“Yes, she's my wife” Damien responded, his tone serious.“Woah,” Harry responded. “That is…I don't know what to say, but I wanted us to hang out, I got here last night and….”.“About that,” Damien cut in, “Don't ever come in he
The bathroom door creaked open and Raymond stepped out. “Elizabeth?”I looked up at him, breathing nervously. Fortunately,I successfully convinced Damien to wait outside.He stepped out of the bathroom, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “Was somebody in here? I heard a man's voice”“Yes, one of the hotel workers came in here with food thinking they ordered some from here,” I lied. Raymond nodded, digging his fingers into his damp hair, he pulled it away from his face and climbed into the bed. I moved further Into the bed, avoiding his touch. “You are wet, you should dry up first”“I will,” he said, placing his hand on my thigh.“I have to go now* I said, pulling his hand away. He looked at me in surprise. “Elizabeth? I thought we were..”“ I got a really important call from work” I rushed to the door, pulling it open. “I will call you” “Wait” I stopped turning to face him.. “Yes?”He walked towards me, his gaze searching mine. “Is something wrong?”I shook my head. “No
I could sense that I had blown Johnny's mind. The entire drive back to his office was quiet and I could feel him stealing glances at me. I wanted to break the silence but...maybe it was better to let him process the information I had just given him, that I was Vannessa. "Step into my office," he said hastily, pulling the door open to let me in. Shutting the door behind him, he made his way to his seat. I walked slowly behind him, positioning myself on the seat in front of him. "Vanessa," he began, his voice filled with disbelief. "Is it really you?"I nodded. "it is" He gazed at me in disbelief. Its eyes filled with uncertainty. "I desperately need your help, John" "Yes, I remember, your body is in a coma; you need me to have a secret investigation," he said, leaning forward.I nodded.He sighed. "I don't have to," he paused. "The is insane but I believe it's you Vannessa"I smiled, relief washing over me. "I want to get Raymond back for what he did to me, thank you for believin
“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