"You all know that I am against your plan to get back at Lial. I have not met her for one day, but I think she sounds like a very nice girl, and she has served her time. The government has freed her, so why are you trying to get her back in there?" "Does a person become good just because the government freed them? Are you saying the government is incapable of making mistakes?" Damien asked.As he left the Voss family house, he called Sam up so they could meet and discuss. Sam told him that he was with a client and that he would meet him at his house in a few hours. Sam came bearing a bottle of champagne that they were now downing as they spoke. "Come on, she was a first-time offender; she panicked and ran away; she came back to turn herself in; she showed great remorse in court and kept asking to meet with the victim's family, but neither of you came forward to meet with her. I think it is safe to say that she would not be making that kind of mistake again." "If she had taken Amber
"Lila, you look breathtaking," Arietta squealed. All day they had been fussing over her, doing her hair and makeup, and even massaging essential oils into her odyssey. She had no choice but to sit still; after all, she was the one who came up with the idea of showing herself to the world. "I do?" The makeup artist had forbidden her from checking herself in the mirror until he was done performing his magic, and now he was done. "I wish I could look this good," Arietta responded. She took the hand mirror and brought it to her. Check yourself out." "Well, who is this woman that I can barely recognize?" Lila murmured, looking at herself. The makeup made her look a bit different, but not in a bad way. "I think you look fantastic," Arietta said in a squeal. "And so do you." "Oh, please, you are just flattering me because you feel like it would make me feel better." "Of course not. You do look good, and it is important for the first stage of our plan." "Do you think it would work?" A
"She must be really busy, and that is the reason why she cannot make it," Oliver said, trying to proffer a solution. He knew very well that his mother was not busy; when he had called her, she told him that she was not yet ready to come back to the city, even if it meant showing up for her daughter. "Why on earth are you making excuses for her? Is she busy tasting food around? Or busy clubbing?" "She has a project that...""That is a lie and we do not know it." "Lila, she still...""Loves me?" She was really going all out to cut him off that evening. "Is that what you are going to say? How can she act like this and still call herself my mother?" "Tonight is a joyful night, and if we let things like this sour our mood just at the star of the night, it would be good for us," Oliver said. He was yet to figure out what had gone wrong between both of them and as much as he was trying to mend their relationship, it seemed it got worse. "You know what?" Lila asked, calling loudly. "You
"I am so happy to see you here" she said going to hug him. He opened his arms to her and she pushed herself wrapping her arms around his body. He held her and after a while she pulled away and went back to get chocolates, she picked it up and I inspected it with a big smile across her face."You seem glad" "You know me so well, you even remembered my favourite box of chocolates" "How can I ever forget what the lady of the house likes?" Smith asked. Lila took it from him and opened it. She took one out and popped it in her mouth allowing the flavor to fill her mouth. "This is exactly what I needed" Lila said closing her eyes as she savoured the taste. "So divine" she added in a murmur. "Your mom wishes she could be here today but she has a lot going on with her" Smith said. "She sure does" Lila would have wished that he did not bring her up now. If her assistant could make it out here what could she be busy with that she could not spare a few hours. "You sound like you do not be
"Your date is here," Smith announced after a while."My date is here? He is an hour late." After waiting for about thirty minutes, Lila had been so irritated, and she gave Smith one of two options: either he drove her there by himself or he allowed her to go up and change her clothes. Smith had been able to convince her to stay, and at that time all he said was "Ten more minutes." He had been worried to the point that he decided to go out and make calls to figure out what was going on. Calling Oliver was a waste of time because he did not know anything. "I do not want to go with him; can you just drive me?" "Ms Lila I wish I could, but I am sure your brother is trying to do something with the situation here, and that is the reason he is asking you to come with him," Smith explained. "I know that he has a plan, but I do not care about his plan now. All I care about is showing up at the event venue; everyone must have been bored out of their minds waiting." Lila stood up and began t
"What?" she asked, raising her eyebrow at him while trying her best not to act as if his compliment had done something to her. "What? He asked because he knew that she should have melted at her age; she looked good. "I said that you look absolutely beautiful tonight," he said, and at this point, she had found a way to diminish his confidence. He was unsure of what he was supposed to say or do, so he blinked, and she shrugged. "Did you think complimenting me would make the fact that you came late without any explanation go away?" she asked. "Of course not; I was just stating an observation that I expected." "Well, good. Thank you so much for the compliment. Do you want to explain yourself now?" she asked. Damien took a deep breath and wondered if his friend's plan was ever going to work. Sam had mentioned the possibility that Lila was a different breed of woman; many women might be less hostile to you if you compliment her, but she was definitely not in that category. "Are you go
"Hi, Ms. Carson." Lila looked around her to see who this strange man standing in front of her was. He stretched his hand for a handshake, and her eyebrow knitted in confusion. "Who are you?" "Oh my bad, I should have introduced myself first," Sam said, retracing his hand. "I am Sam Damien's best friend." "He has friends?" Lila was confused. "What is that supposed to mean?""I never expected you to have friends given your picky personality, but it seems like you do have friends, which is weird," Lila let out. "Oh my gosh, you are spot on. I wonder why I stayed friends with him all this while." "You must have been doing such hard work on your part.""It has truly been hard work." Lila stretched forth her hand to him this time, and he took it, shaking it gently before letting it go. "I am Lila," she said. "I know, but what I did not know was how fun and beautiful you are." "You think I am beautiful?" She gasped, acting as if none had told her anything.Damien opened his mouth to
Arietta clutched Oliver's hand as they walked into the hall. "You seem nervous; it is not your first time attending events like this," Oliver said. Arietta raised her head to look at him. He sounded nervous, but he refused to even look at her; she rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I am not nervous; I am just a bit worried about Lila. Do you think the bullying would come to an end if she gets introduced as a Carson?" she said. She was truly worried for Lila, but she was sure that many people would try to get to her good graces when they knew who she was. She was more concerned about the plan she had made with Lila; her mind was spinning as she thought about the feasibility of the plan. "I hope it does, but we can never tell what these people are capable of," Oliver said. "But when they bully her now, they very well know what they are getting into," he added, and she nodded. "Well, here goes nothing," Arietta murmured as they stood in front of the big door that was going to lead th
"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