Ava's POV;
I'm walking elegantly behind Damon with my clipboard strapped tightly to my chest. A lot of days have passed since that one special night I shared with Damon in his bed, and the way he treats me now has changed drastically.
He can't look straight up at me anymore, and he gets nervous around me. I've taken this opportunity, and have kissed him several times after that wonderful night and also done some other intimate things he neither turns down nor regrets.
He never asks for them, but he never turns them down, either. And that's good enough for me. it means he's indecisive of what he wants, and for him to be indecisive about me, it means I stand a chance against his puny soon-to-be ex-wife, Alex.
Oh, I can't wait for the day he'd sign the divorce papers! I crave another time like that night. To see Damon look at me with desire, and call my name in desperation, begging for my attention.
"Morning ma'am, "A red-haired lady greets me, a
Hey beautiful 🤍, What's your view on Ava and Damon? Do you like or hate Ava, and do you blame Damon for caving in to Ava?
Alex's POV; I've been very busy the last few days, and my work as a designer has only been bringing more to my plate. Right now, I'm on my way to a deport spot, to get the fabrics that were delivered for me. I never thought much of getting an assistant to help me with my work, as I was not yet that big in the fashion industry, and I wasn't doing enough to need a P.A However, after joining Amos's fashion house, things have taken a sharp turn in the opposite direction. I'm either running from one official meeting to the other, picking up my personal fabrics and materials, getting my designs done, helping the company with its new fashion line, hanging out with the girls, taking care of Amos, and dealing with my divorce issue. To be honest, it does bother me that Damon hasn't called, or bumped into me in the past few days. What if he's moved on? What if Ava is doing much more than sitting idle? What if I'm underestimating her, and she's keeping up with th
Alex's POV; I watch in horror as Damon's car zooms off. "So, you think you're tough huh? " The tattooed face man questions me as he pulls me off the bed I was kneeling on, and harshly throws me to the ground. I scream in fear and pain as my knees make contact with the hard, wooden floor. The man who had left the room earlier comes back in with, a long, green rope. He hands it over to the other man and he smiles at me devilishly. My sobs and tears increase as I stand up and begin to run around the room begging them to spare me and not ruin my life. One of the men takes hold of my shirt and rips it. Causing my once perfect blouse to now look like an unbuttoned shirt, and allowing my black camisole to come into view. The tattooed man walks over to me and throws a heavy slap across my face "Behave! Don't make me hurt you! "He barks, and I cry in pain and horror as I lay on the floor between these three monsters. My brain has abando
Damon's POV; I'm driving Alex back to her house in the silence is my car. She's very shaken by what happened a few minutes ago, she's covered with my jacket, and is just staring silently at the road. The cops gave her permission to go home after they assigned someone to fix and drive her car back to her house. I pull up before her house, and she looks up at me. The emotions in her eyes mixed and jumbled. There used to be times when I could see through her like clean water. But now, I have not the slightest clue what's going on in her mind. "Thank you. "She says to me before getting out of the car and leaving my jacket on the chair. I look down at the jacket in dissatisfaction. I somehow, for some reason, was hoping she'd take it with her. I don't know why, and I have no candid reason or explanation. I just wanted her to take it. I stare at her as she slowly makes her
Ava's POV; I'm making my way through a store with a semi-full basket in my hand, thinking of what next to pick into it. I ran out of beverages at home and decided to use my weekend to shop for some. I stop in my tracks when I suddenly hear a familiar voice. "What do you think you're doing? "The voice questions lowly. "I want some coffee. "A male voice replies. I take a step closer to the self from which I'm hearing the voices on the other side, and carefully pull out a box of cereal. My gaze lands on Alex, and the guy she went on a date with. What's his name... Ah, yes. Amos. "You want coffee!? "She questions him in alarm like a mother, and he nods like a child. "Not with those head-splitting migraines you complain about, you don't. "She replies and the man pouts in return. I watch them pick some beverages into the basket Alex is carrying, an
Alex's POV; I grunt as I open my eyes to the bright shine of sunlight in the room I'm in. I've been bunking at Amos's place for the past few weeks, hoping he'd get better. We've been going for checkups, and his wounds have healed up pretty nicely. However, he's still limping and complains of constant headaches which the doctor told me would go away soon. I open my eyes and my vision lands on the beautiful ceiling of the guest room I'm in. My brain notes the sound of my phone ringing, and I realize, that's what woke me up. I grunt lazily again before running my fingers over my eyes and picking up the cellphone. I squint my eyes to help them adjust to the brightness of my phone's screen. Once my eyes and phone screen make peace with each other, I see it's Audrey's caller ID. "Hello? "I call into the phone on picking the call. " Alex? "Audrey's worried voice calls, and my forehead creases. " Yeah? "I reply. Wondering what could po
My Angela Canelo Audrey's POV; I get to my house with Angie tugging at my arm. I had a long day at work today after my morning in the hospital with Amanda and the girls. I had to take a break from catching bad guys, just so I could go pick my baby up from daycare. She may be five years old, but she's still my little angel. My Angela. "Mommy? "Angela's little voice pulls me out of my head. "Yes, honey? "I reply as I place her bag and lunch box on the dining table. I'm worried about Amanda, and her words keep echoing in my head. "What's a daddy? "Angela questions as I begin to pack the curtains in the living room up, and my heart freezes. I freeze with my heart, and my hands stay suspended before me. I've never made mention of the definition of the word to her. I always told her I'm her mommy and daddy. Sure she hears the word on TV from kid shows, I read the word to her from books, but I
Sia's POV; I am busily typing away at my computer when I pause to read what I have written so far. I smile at the loving manner in which the male lead of my story confessed his love to the female lead. I blush heavily for her and give a warm smile at how happy she is going to be. I dump my back against the backrest of the chair I'm on, as I look outside my window. Just then, two people, I presume to be a couple, walk by, holding hands. I'm staring from my room's window, which is upstairs. So, they don't know that someone is spying on them from above. I watch the lady laugh at the things the man is saying, and I smile again. "Isn't it funny? "I question my ginger cat, as I stare back at my computer. It is funny... It's funny how in all my books... Most of them actually, I make my characters find love and find the ones who will spend and share their happily ever after forever with them. Whereas, I, the writer have never felt the love of someone
Alex's POV; I'm sitting silently with Amos, in his living room. The television is running, however, my mind and attention are not being paid to my environment, as all I'm interested in is my phone, as I am surfing the internet. I just finished liking a picture on I*******m, when my phone begins to buzz. My eyes widen at the caller ID. It's my mum. It's been a while since we spoke. A very long while at that. She moved to Thailand for career purposes and has been living there ever since. Why is she calling me now? I quickly sit up and take a deep breath, causing Amos to stare at me. I then receive the call. "Hello, mum? "I call into the phone on picking the call, and my mother's sweet, soothing, voice replies. "My darling child! I'm at the airport, come get me. "She says, and my brain explodes. "Sorry, what? "I question in alarm, and Amos looks up at me again, wondering what's wrong. "I said, I'm at the airport. Come and
Alex's POV;Love... It's a very funny thing. It take you and redefines you. It changes most if your believes and gives you a new view of life. It teaches you that you don't always have to do everything on your own, and it so teaches you that forgiveness is one of the very important wheels that keeps life going. If there's no love, a lot of us would feel incomplete and failed. Love hurts sometimes, and sometimes it heals. In the last few months, I've grown to learn that love indeed isn't a bed of roses.There are ups, downs, sad times, happy times, good times and definitely the hurting times. But there's so much joy when there's love around. Love that makes you feel whole and complete.Love that heals you in ways you'd never imagined. To love you need to let most of yourself go, and trust completely. I'm currently enjoying my life with Damon, and it's amazing.I'm seven months pregnant now, and we're currently at the hospital, waiting outside Amanda's wars. She's in labor, and Max ha
Sia's POV;I'm currently at Alex's garden, back at her and Damon's house. It's been a while since we last hung out, and she called me over telling me that we needed to talk.I low-key think I know what the bottom line for this meeting is, and honestly, I'm not sure I'm ready. I mean... Which best friend won't be mad that her friend has been keeping a huge secret from her, for years?"When were you planning on telling me, Sia? "Alex questions as I take my cup of lemonade to my mouth, and I gulp.I gently drop the cup back on the table before looking up at her, and she gives me a look."Sia, we attended college together, we've been through so much together, even when Amos came back, you were the one who kept pointing out that you think he likes me and that if I feel he's the one for me, I shouldn't fight it.Why were you doing that? Why didn't you just come open to me? "She questions and I shut my eyes."You didn't even give anyone a chance to suspect. How could you do that?? "She conti
Ava's POV;I am sitting in a vehicle, with my mom, on our way to my physiologist. I'm not mad, I just need therapy. It's not a normal thing to want to kill yourself, and another person too.The Hudson's were kind enough not to file a case against me, and my lawyer help me out of the police mess with a lot of effort.Turns out my mom is best friends with Alex's mom. I find it funny because who would imagine such. I tried to steal the husband of my mother's best friend's daughter.My mom was disappointed when she found out about everything, but she's forgiven me now, and we've agreed that after my therapy, I'd move back to Thailand with her.I don't know about my feelings for Damon. I'm trying my best to kill them, and I know that I haven't made much progress.I'm sure about this because I know that if I see him, all the emotions I've been trying to bottle up, would come undone. I know it's wrong of me to still have these feelings for a married man, but I'm only human... I need a break
Ava's POV;I am in the hospital with Mia. A few seconds ago, Alex and an older woman who looks a lot like her, left the room.And my eyes are shut as my mind is running over Alex's words."Wow... She really is a different type of woman. "Mia states as I feel her sit beside me, and I open my eyes."Yeah... "I reply dryly."If it were me or any other woman in her shoes, I'd be wishing the worst for you. Not coming to apologize... "She states, and I shut my eyes again."What are we going to do now? "She questions and I keep my eyes shut. I don't know what we'd do now. I've lost my job, and my reputation. I don't think any other big shot in town would want to hire me after news about my truth somehow slipped onto social media. I still have some money saved up from my fat salaries, but I'm confused. I don't know what step to take next..."I don't know. "I reply to my best friend, honestly, and silence falls upon us for a second."I warned you, you know? But you seemed so certain that you
Lucia's POV;I'm on my way to the hospital with Alex. I don't know why, but she insisted on coming to see Ava. It's annoying because I really think she shouldn't care if the witch is fine or not. If you ask me, I'd say I don't mind if she died in that hospital. She tried to kill my son-in-law. It's only fair for me to wish she died in that fire, but she didn't!And heaven knows why Alex is going to see her today. The doctor told us that Ava and Damon were fine, however, Damon got discharged, while Ava hasn't. The cops are patiently waiting for her to recover so they can send her for a mental check-up, or just lock her up for attempted murder.Either is fine by me. Be it locking her in an asylum, or behind bars. We finally arrive at the hospital, and I walk behind Alex in growing annoyance.We eventually make it to Ava's room, and there's a petite, dark-haired girl, sitting beside her bed. However, she rises in fear, on seeing us.It seems she knows who Alex is. Ava turns to Alex,
Audrey's POV;I suddenly jolt out of my sleep, when a sound wakes me. It sounded like a door opening. I've not been able to sleep deeply tonight. Moses came over here to spend the night, as he has an interview at an office not too far from my house, tomorrow morning, and his house is quite far. If he spends the night in his house, he'd be late for the interview, and might even lose the job. So, he asked for my help, and I gave it. He agreed to sleep in the living room as there are only two rooms in this house. One for me, and the other for Angela, and there's no way I'd sleep in the same room as him. At least not now. I don't trust him enough, and as much as I want to, I haven't fully accepted him back. I need to know what he's truly here for. He says he wants to make up for his mistakes, but I'm only human. You can't expect me to trust him after all these years. There are so many different possibilities for his reappearance. Possibilities that send shivers down my spine and a s
Sia's POV;“A drink for you. “Amos says. Pointing a can of soda, at me, and I smile as I take it from him.We've been taking things slow, trying to get to know each other better, and… It's been fun.It's nice to have the person you love finally give you some attention. But to be honest, I'm not completely happy. I feel whatever he's doing, he's doing out of pity.Either that, or he's using me as a rebound. It makes no sense to me. Yes, the care and attention he's showing sure is something I've longed for, for a very long time, and it's been my dream for way too long.But it only began after my outburst to him. I can still remember all the emotions that were running through me that day in his car when I blurted out my deepest secret to him. The truth about my feelings for him.I should be happy and feel over the rainbow that the man I love now spends quality time with me and is always there when I need him. Right? But no. I don't feel… Comfortable. It just feels awkward.“Anything the
Ava's POV; "Do you love Alex? "I question, with my back turned to Damon, and tears pouring down my face. I slowly pull out the bottle I've been hiding in my shirt and turn to him with speed. I spray its content on his face, and he grunts in pain as it gets into this eyes. He staggers and I lead him to the couch as his eyes begin to flutter. "What did you do to me, Ava? "He questions in worry as he rubs his eyes, and I stare down at him in pain. "If I won't have you, Damon... No one else will. If you didn't want me, you never should have given me a taste of you. "I say to him as I watch him weakly surrender to the sleep beckoning on him, and another tear slips down my face. "I'm sorry, Damon... But this love story is mine, and this is how it will end. You had the chance to make it end in another beautiful way... But you chose this... "I cry as I grab a whiskey bottle off the table, and begin emptying it on the couch he's dozing off on.
Alex's POV; It's been weeks and we've heard nothing of, or from Ava. I don't even know what to believe. Is she truly carrying my husband's child? I mean... I can't zero out that possibility. Even if she is with his child, what then? Am I expected to leave my husband for another woman? It's not my fault she dug a hole and fell into it... But it's not the child's fault that its mother is a whore. Is there even a child? I'm so confused. I don't know what to, and what not to do. I pick up my phone and decide that I need to talk to Damon. I miss him. He's reclined ever since Ava showed up. Guilt had been bugging him before, but after she came to us with such news, Damon became a shell of his former self. He... let guilt consume him fully. I am forced to sit up when I find a message from Damon. It's not the fact that he messaged me that's frightened me, but the content of the message