"What was that?" "What was what?" Sam asked, dropping the phone to the table and taking up the file he had been studying. Using an excuse of his family house being too noisy for him to study, he moved to Damien's house on Sunday night so he could keep an eye on him all through the night and especially on Monday, the day of the death anniversary. Damien knew that Sam was only doing that because he was worried, and if he made a big deal about it, nothing was going to change. Somehow he being in the house and not allowing the place to feel empty was just what he needed, but there was no way he would tell him that, if he got to know he was grateful for him, he would grow an ego bigger than the size of his head. "You and Lila?" Damien asked again. "Two friends meeting up on Friday for dinner? Sam asked because he was confused. "Why do you have that expression on your face?" he followed up. "I am the one asking the questions now, so pick your own time and ask the questions then," Damie
"Has Oliver reached out?" Evangeline asked. Since Gavin told her that he was interested in doing business with him, she had been checking in every day. Oliver had said that he would be the one to reach out and that Gvain did not need to act like a lost puppy around him pleading and asking him to help him; he was going to help him and would wish to do so without being pressured by him. "He has not." "Why don't we just check up on him to make sure that he has not forgotten?" Evangeline said. She couldn't wait to be able to get into places she had been denied access to before. Gavin was not quite yet on the level she needed him to be, and she was going to push him until he got there. "He said he was going to call me when he was ready." "Who knows he might have forgotten?" she said aggigated. She had seen a glimmer of hope, and she was not ready to let it go. How could she? This was her only opportunity to soar higher and bigger than she would have thought. "Why would he forget?" "W
Arietta stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair. She was meeting up with Oliver later that evening, and she was glad that she was since she was left alone in the house. She smiled to herself, so they got back together and in a more loving way now that she and Oliver had been meeting up almost every day. She turned her neck because of the knock on the door. "Could Oliver be here already?" she murmured to herself. "Come in," she said loudly and watched the door knob turn, and then the door crack open gently. "Daddy?" she said, walking briskly to him. "Pumpkin pie," he said happily as he held her in a small hug. She pulled back and took a step back so she could see his face. "What are you doing here? You do not want to come back for another day," she said with surprise on her face. "I wrapped up my business because when I left the house you looked too sad to ignore," Mateo said, looking at her face. He could not understand why, but Seh looked so different from all of the ugly
"Are you okay?" Arietta asked as soon as the door flung open, and he stood in front of her with her father standing behind him. She had expected her father to make a scene, but he had not. She stood outside the door even though she knew the room was soundproof, meaning she would not have been able to hear a single thing from inside the room; she was still curious. "What do you mean by that? Have you turned your father into a scary monster?" Matteo asked from inside the room. "When did I say that?" Arietta asked, shrugging."You did not say it, but you meant it; why would you ask him if he was okay? Did you think I would beat him up in here?" Mateo continued."That was not what I meant." "But you did not ask about your father; you rushed to your little boyfriend, asking him if he was okay. Did you even think to ask me if I was okay?" Mateo asked."Daddy, are you okay?" Arietta asked because she knew that he would not let her off until she asked him. "I have decided to give him a ch
Damien hated that Sam and Lila were meeting, but he did not see the need to do anything about it. Maybe if he acted as if it were because they were in a relationship that he was trying to stop, they would not think too much of it. These days he was finding it too difficult to keep his emotions in check as he would want to, and he did not like it. When he discovered that he was getting too attached to her, he distanced himself, and even though he tried to do what it did not work out for him, he kept thinking of her more. On Amber's death anniversary, he even beat himself up the more because he was falling for the woman he was supposed to be seeking revenge against. There was no way that was a normal thing; please do not fall for the people they hate. Even if he was going to ever love again, he would never love the woman who put him in this situation. He stared at the text she had sent him and thought to himself that even if he did not want to acknowledge his feelings, he had to act
Lila walked into Voss's home; Rosa was standing by the door to greet her. Lila wanted to forget about everything that had happened earlier and focus on this cute family that she had come to spend the evening with. When Rosa first asked that they hang out, she thought it was such a bad idea, but after Sam unexpectedly cancelled, she was glad that Rosa reached out to her out of nowhere after ghosting for weeks. "You are welcome to our home," Rosa said. "Your home is beautiful; I caught a glimpse of a garden outside, and it is so beautiful; I know I can see the full thing," Lila said. Seeing pretty flowers would not be a bad idea at all. "You think so?" Rosa asked, wondering how her eyes had caught a glimpse of her garden. People usually do not see it if she does not show them. "I do think so; do you think I can look at it?" She asked and then waved her hand in the air because she was unable to read the expression on her face. "I love looking at flowers, but if it is too much trouble
Lila sat at the table with her legs shaking violently against the floor. She bit the inside of her cheek; she wanted to kneel on the floor and beg them for forgiveness; she killed their daughter and had the guts to come into their house and eat at their table. She knew that if she got on her knees and apologized, there was no way they would ever forgive her. Rosa was trying her best, but sadness had taken over her life; it was obvious that neither of them had been able to move on after the incident. She had done this to them, and even though she was the one who drove that night, she still felt very responsible for what was happening to them. "Are you okay?" Rosa called, and she blinked before nodding once."I am fine." "You seem a bit distracted." "I just remembered that I have something important at work to do." "Did I just pull you away from work for my selfish reasons?" Rosa asked, dropping the napkin to the table; she was too happy to hear that she might be the reason why she
"What do you want to say?" "Why would you think I want to say anything?" Lila murmured, picking on her plate. The scrambled eggs on her plate had been there since they sat down to eat about five minutes ago. Oliver knew something was bothering her because she was one to eat her meal in a rush. "Because you keep picking on your food," he said, pointing to her plate. She looked up at him, and he nodded. "Aldos, because of the expression on your face, it seems like you are bubbling with curiosity about something, so why don't you just tell me?" "Why don't I just tell you? Don't you think you have something to tell me first?" She wanted to give him an opportunity so he could come clean about the matter. "Me?" he said, pointing to himself. "Have something to tell you?" His expression showed that he was truly hiding something from her. "I mean, you must surely need to tell me something important to you," she replied. "Are you talking about Zach?" he suddenly asked, and the memories ca
"Damien?" Rosa said as she saw him walk towards her in the garden. "I did not know you were coming over today," she added, and he smiled sadly, sitting beside her in the chair. "I also did not know that I was going to come over; it was kind of an impromptu thing," he confessed. "What is it with that expression on your face?" she asked. "What expression?""You look sad, but it is a different kind from the one I am used to," she said. He always looked sad, carrying around a gloomy face since Amber died. She always thought that it might be a good idea if he found someone who knew and loved him, but somewhere deep inside her, she wanted her daughter to be remembered a bit more. She was afraid that if she told him to do that, he might take it so seriously that her daughter would be a forgotten memory faster than one could think. That was the reason she never suggested it to him. She feared that the expression on his face was him coming to tell her that he had found someone and was goin
Tessa smiled at her daughter's report, and then she put the phone down on the table. She raised her head to meet Damien's gaze. "What do I owe the pleasure of meeting with Damien Calloway?" Tessa asked, leaning in and using her to trace the edge of the table. "Would you like anything to eat or drink?" Damien said instead of answering her. "It's already past ten; I had breakfast," she replied and then added in a low tone. "I am not an animal after all." "I am yet to have breakfast. I guess I must be an animal, but I need breakfast, so I will get you a cup of water and a few pastries for the table," he said, standing up and going to the counter to order. Tessa wondered why he had so much confidence. She knew him and his father when they suddenly rose to fame and how he changed the history of everything around him. He had been so influential that his past suddenly did not matter to everyone around him. Those who would have nitpicked at everything were comfortable with it all. Damien
Tessa smiled at her daughter's report, and then she put the phone down on the table. She raised her head to meet Damien's gaze. "What do I owe the pleasure of meeting with Damien Calloway?" Tessa asked, leaning in and using her to trace the edge of the table. "Would you like anything to eat or drink?" Damien said instead of answering her. "It's already past ten; I had breakfast," she replied and then added in a low tone. "I am not an animal after all." "I am yet to have breakfast. I guess I must be an animal, but I need breakfast, so I will get you a cup of water and a few pastries for the table," he said, standing up and going to the counter to order. Tessa wondered why he had so much confidence. She knew him and his father when they suddenly rose to fame and how he changed the history of everything around him. He had been so influential that his past suddenly did not matter to everyone around him. Those who would have nitpicked at everything were comfortable with it all. Damien
Lila wanted to check on Damien to see if he was hurt in the fight, even if it was most unlikely that anything like that would happen. She was still worried, but how would he believe anything if she was calling him up to check on him after brutally breaking up with him and even going the extra mile to try and convince him that she was done? "I never even got to tell him that I liked him," she murmured to herself. She did not know why it was so important to her, but she wanted to tell him at least once that during their time together she had begun to fall for him before she had to do what was right for herself and her family. THE NEXT MORNING"Damien is asking to meet with me," Tessa said as if she were giving morning updates to the group on the table"Why?" Lila choked out, trying not to sound too excited or curious to hear it. She had to first convince herself that she was capable of getting the job done before she could convince anyone else. "I don't know; I guess we have to meet
Gavin looked at his face in the mirror of his car before turning it off. He felt pain surge through his body. Damien had only punched him once yet but felt like he had gotten beaten up. He walked into the house hoping that Evangeline was already asleep and he did not need to go back and forth with her today. "Why are you just getting back?" "Since when did you care what time I got back?" Gavin was startled by her voice because he had looked around when he got in and had not seen anything but majorly because the entire place was dark. She watched him look around like a criminal ready to steal something when he came in. She wanted to stand in front of him and rain down cursed but held herself back. Tessa had called her and sent images of Gavin with Lila. She told her that she was against it but her daughter was going back to Gavin. If Tessa had not told her to calm down then maybe she would have gotten all rilled up and thrown him out of the house. Tessa promised to get back at Gav
Gavin is barely able to recover from the punch that Damien landed on his face when another one cuts across his face so brutally. "What do you think you are doing?" Gavin screamed, tasting blood in his mouth. He spat out what he had been able to pull and moved up to Damien. He knew that he would not be able to win against this man, but the pride he felt in his heart was not going to allow him to back down. "What do you also think you are doing?" Damien asked, closing the gap between them so that they were now touching chest to chest and their faces so close to each other that if they tipped a bit, they might be kissing. "I asked you first; why don't you answer?" Gavin asked. He knew he should not be doing anything like this, but maybe the confidence that Lila was beside him now was giving him some kind of push. "What?" Damien let out a surprised laugh. "You must think that you are a big shot now," he added. "You punched first, and for what?" Gavin's eyes darted around, trying to f
"You are here with him?" Damien asked as if she had spoken in an unknown language. "Yes," she said We had so much confidence that it was even scary to her. Where did she see such confidence from, and how did she develop it?"With your ex? With the man who married another woman? Are you with a married man?" Damien's voice came out as a mixture of anger and concern for her. She could see that all was wrong, but she had to defend herself. What if Damien began to see her as a loose person who did not care about herself? "It is just a friendly date, and I do not think any of this is your business," she murmured, trying to look away. "You do not think any of this is my business?" He said, taking a deep breath as if to stop himself from exploding. "And what is a friendly date?" he asked with a puzzled expression on his face. "A friendly date; we just met to have dinner; what is so difficult to understand about that?" she asked. She knew she was not supposed to be there holding a conversa
"Why? I thought you two looked together," Gavin said. He was brimming with so much joy, but he could not show it. He was supposed to be a married man. How did he show so much happiness just because she was going to be with him if all went well? "We were a good match, but he liked me more than I liked him, and in relationships like that, it is hard to keep up, and as I said earlier, I still loved you; I liked you so much that I could not move on," she lied, and her throat felt itchy as she lied so much. "I am a married man," Lila wanted to call his bluff; he was acting hard to get, and to what end? He had been brimming from ear to ear, and now he wanted to act as if he were faithful to his wife. "I know this is wrong, but are you saying that all of the feelings you have for me are all gone?" She asked, and he stood there, watching her. "If you tell me that you do not have a single feeling for me again, I will not disturb you again." Gavin sat there and watched her without a word. "
"You are here," Gavin said as soon as the door opened and Lila stepped in. The door closed behind her, and she moved into the room. "I hope I did not keep you waiting too long," she asked."Of course not. I got here early," he said, moving from where he stood to help her get the chair. She looked at him shocked at his actions; she wanted to ask him why he was acting like such a gentleman and standing up when she got into the room. Pulling out the chair for her? She remembered their dates as a couple and how he was always nonchalant towards her. She licked her lips and shook her head, trying to act as if it were normal for him to act like this. "Thank you," she murmured instead of asking him what had come over him. She slipped into the chair, and he put it on a bit before going back to the seat opposite her. She hated the way they had to sit opposite each other and stare into their souls as if nothing was wrong with it. "You are welcome," he replied, taking up the menu and giving it