Working hard on the dream to make it happen, dealing with thousands of nights, empty stomachs, thousands of strokes, revisions, readjust, tears, pain has never been easy to deal with. Some people are talented, have creative minds, have a strong focus and concentration, some people are lucky, have good imagination and excellent skills to achieve their dreams. But some people who keep staring at the blank white sheet, tears flowing, questioning themselves - Why? Why can't I do something better? Why can't I think of something beautiful? Why can't I be like others? Each question is like stabs to their own hearts. They keep working hard, they keep working more than twice that an average person does. Yet, at the end of the day, they know - It doesn't matter. Grace has been keeping herself shut since that day the cops called her for interrogations. Damien was supportive enough to let her have her own explanation. She was scared, she was terrified of everything. She shouldn't hav
Four of them lie down on the floor, covered with paints, filled with laughter and heavy breath. It was fun, the best moment after all the things that have happened between them. ** So-!** Eunice raises her hands, getting everyone's attention, ** Gracie!!! You should have directly come to us where things happened , you know?** She turns, glancing at Grace who takes a deep breath. ** I was scared!** She says, her voice trembling. ** Idiot!!! We are friends - No, We are family! You should come to us without any hesitation. Good or bad, you are ours!** Sarah pinches her cheeks, making Grace laugh. ** I apologize! I didn't think that I should share my problems with you. You all have been holding so much for yourself!** Grace says, hugging Carol. Carol pats her head, looking at Katie who is busy with making circles on the floor, ** Don't you think that we should just move on? Those bastards will be in jail.** Carol adds, trying to change the depressing subject. ** That's true!** Ka
Carol's friends see her off since she has to drive to another city. Eunice grabs her helmet before looking at her girls who are enjoying the time, " We shouldn't have mentioned how fast their relationship is improving. Maybe Damien wants to accept her as a real wife. You don't have any idea how much he was worried about her!" Everyone remains silent. Deep down they know that they shouldn't have mentioned it before Carol who looked happy and beaming. At least she doesn't have any depression thanks to this sudden marriage. " That's true. Let's see what happens. Carol is strongest amongst us. She will be able to handle her own business!" " That's right. But Should we apologize?" Grace asks feeling concerned. " No!" Eunice puts the helmet on. " She will think we were serious about it!" ________ Carol arrives at home at 5 pm. Throughout the day, she didn't get message from Damien and she quite forgot to let him know by herself that she is returning. Sometimes the thought of
Damien clenches his fist, his gaze burning into Jay, who stands before him with his head bowed. “Lucy did this?” “Yes, Master.” “And when,” Damien growls, his voice dangerously low, “did I give her the audacity to do whatever the hell she wants in my house?” The room falls into stunned silence. Even the butler, who has served Damien for years, shifts uneasily. Damien has always treated Lucy like a sister, granting her every wish without hesitation. But now, seeing the cold fury simmering in his expression, everyone stands frozen, unsure how to react. “Bring her here,” Damien commands, his voice sharp and final. Everyone exchanges anxious glances, realizing the situation has spiraled out of their control. They thought the issue could be fixed before it escalated, but Carol’s return—and Damien’s unexpected involvement—has shattered that hope. After a few hesitant looks, the group turns to the butler for guidance. He is Damien’s most trusted right hand, and they cling to
Alex walks downstairs with a gloomy and cold expression, giving away the fuming rage he is feeling. Jay and others hurry to approach him. Their stretched out face twitches more with tension when Alex takes a glance at Carol and Damien. " What happened? Did she really take it? She didn't right? We know Lucy. She will never do something disgusting like this!" Everyone agrees with Jay who looks desperate to clear her name. However, Alex's dark expression has given away the truth that they're scared of. " She did?" Jay mumbles, forming his fingers into a clench. Lucy has been the apple of everyone's eyes. Since they've been together, living under the same roof as family, Lucy is an inseparable part of this family. They know each other well, so this doesn't make any sense. They were shocked when she started going crazy and destroying things. But they couldn't do anything because it felt so bad for her to see her distress. " Maybe - Maybe she... She just -!" " She stole it. N
" Master! What are you going to do with Lucy? It's unexpected but... She has gone through a lot." Alex stands next to Damien who is working in his study. He asks, looking indifferent but the frown creases his brows in tension. Lucy has always been a soft spot for everyone. But this incident is unexpectedly creating the holes. The sound of fingers hitting the keys, the sharp unbothered subtle noise of AC comes between them. Damien is silent, serious and unconcerned about what he will do with Lucy. Alex says nothing after that. When Damien doesn't think It's important enough to think about it, he will never talk about it. That makes Alex more scared. If Damien has already decided what he will do with Lucy, there is no force in the world that can actually change his mind. Time passes, the noise of the fingertips hitting the keys, soft breath of Damien, Alex standing silently behind him remains the same. But the tranquility of the room has been disrupted by the door slammed ope
This is the very first time, Carol enters Damien's room. Despite having her room next to his, they both respected each other's personal space. However as soon as she enters the room, her expression changes entirely. Her jaw drops. Their rooms are opposite. When her room is cozy and warm, mostly bright and shiny... Damien's room is an entirely authentic masculine haven. She observes every inch of the room. The room feels calm and stylish, with deep gray and black colors. The walls are a soft charcoal gray, adding warmth without making it too dark. A low, black bed rests against the wall, covered with gray blankets and a few soft pillows. A tall black lamp in the corner spreads a cozy, gentle light. Next to a large window with the garden view. Even the wooden desk, chair and rocking chair everything is black. Two abstract paintings in black and white hang above the bed, giving the room a bit of character without being too bold. Every detail feels simple but thoughtfully placed.
Damien has been trying to pull all the work together and finish as soon as possible. Recently he has been trying to make sure Carol has everything ready before she starts working on her position. Right now, the meeting with the recent project members has been held. The air is heavy with the tension between the employees and others while Damien has been checking their final works. James puts another file aside for Damien to check. Almost throwing the file away, he extends his arm on the next one. But he takes a glance at his phone when the phone starts ringing. James who is sitting next to Damien takes a glance as well. He frowns when he reads the name of the caller. It's Eunice. He thought like usual, Damien will ignore the call during the meeting. But to his surprise and surprise everyone , Damien grabs his phone, " Excuse me!" James tries to say something but Damien just opens the door and moves himself outside. " Seems like an urgent call. We should dismiss the me