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
Damien puts a pillow behind her back as she has been lying on the bed. She has been saying that she will be overnight and she will be able to go to the company. But Damien can't find any sign of her being okay. He doesn't know how it works. But so far whatever he learned online, is saying that it will take two or three days for her to be fine. He can't help but feel a bit of respect for women in every aspect. At least after learning that they go through such pain, cramps and discomfort every single month, the level of respect increases. Right now, Carol is trying to sleep. She doesn't want to skip her training just because of this. It's bearable and time won't wait for her. Damien, in the meantime, puts everything on the Nightstands, snacks that she likes to eat, hot water bag, painkillers if it works and other necessary things that she may need anytime soon. He hasn't let anyone come inside. So everything is done by himself. Next morning, Carol wakes up as usual. Th
After the marriage, one of the best things that happened to Carol was joining this company. Not only was everyone open-minded and hardworking, but they welcomed her warmly, almost as if they had been waiting for her arrival. Now, with her last day of training complete, Carol sits in the cafeteria having lunch with her coworkers, who have been incredibly helpful throughout the process. She grabs a beef sandwich, savoring the peaceful moment. Two female coworkers sit across from her, smiling and waving. **Hi!** they greet her cheerfully. Carol nods with a small smile, acknowledging them. **How was your last day, Ms. Carol?**one of them asks. **It was great! Everyone was so easy to communicate with,** she signs warmly. **That's the beauty of this place. They really prioritize employees' well-being, which makes us more communicative and close,** the other responds. **It feels like a second home to all of us!** they grin. Carol smiles softly, taking a bite of her sandwich. It fi
Carol glances around the office room one more time to ensure she's alone. After confirming the coast is clear, she sets her phone on the stand, taking a deep breath. Quickly, she dabs her face with tissue, smoothing her hair and wiping the streaks of dried tears from her cheeks, masking any trace of her earlier breakdown. The call rings and rings, and Carol begins to think Eunice is busy. But just as she's about to hang up, Eunice’s face pops up on the screen, her hands flying in a flurry of agitated signs. **Why haven’t you checked your phone? It’s lunchtime, isn’t it? I’ve been trying to reach you! Where are you? Are you free now? It’s an emergency!** Carol flinches at Eunice’s rapid gestures. She raises her hands, trying to calm her friend. **Eunice! Breathe! You’re signing too fast—and using the wrong signs!** Eunice pauses for a beat, inhaling deeply, her shoulders relaxing slightly. **Okay. Do you have time now?** she asks, more composed. **Yes, I have ten m
**Carol!** Brianna stops her, realizing she has done something she can’t ask forgiveness for. It’s only a matter of time before loyalty is tested. Standing before Alex and Brianna, who have always been there, Carol realizes one thing — they are indeed the family of her grandparents. **It’s not what I meant! I know you’re busy with life, and whatever happened to our family was brought upon us by our own stupidity,** Brianna says, looking extremely guilty. Carol, as usual, wears that mask of indifference. Maybe it’s time to get away from everyone. **Sis is right! We are grateful for everything. It’s just that the family has been—** Carol stops them by raising her hand. **It doesn’t matter to me.** She smiles, but it’s not a genuine smile. **The day you refused to tell me the truth about my past, I knew you were protecting something big from me. I don’t know what it is, but you clearly chose your family over me. And I’m not upset about it.** She signs matter-of-factly. There are pl
Carol gently pressed her lips on his forehead before she left for her trip. She was confused by his sudden action last night but it felt nice to see his old self. The travel to Australia wasn't great since she had a very rough time around. Probably because of her treatment and medication, her body keeps burning. The first day was on working there, having meetings, visiting companies and factories. The three days' work she completed within a day because she wanted to leave as soon as possible. Next day, Right now, she just finished a meeting with her clients who are very satisfied with her performance. Of course, it's not like she didn't feel questioned on her disabilities. But everyone is supportive and surprisingly friendly. Right now, sitting outside a café, sipping her coffee, she watches the calm surroundings of the café. The vibe of the Sydney makes her feel better. A way to escape from the world she just belonged two days ago. As she keeps enjoying her morning, h
Carol grabs her laptop after finishing the meeting with her clients. Recently, she has been feeling a bit off with her health. She feels extremely tired, sleepy, and dizzy. The pressure has been getting harder, so she can't actually blame anything else for it.As she walks towards the door to leave, James, who has been helping her, walks towards her with hurried steps.**Boss!** He opens the door, stopping her.Carol isn't used to being called Boss. But she doesn't say anything about it either.**About the business trip. I think you should go!**Carol's eyebrows narrow as he signs. Just now, she had a meeting with a foreign ambassador of a big company from Australia. It's their very first big project with great potential. However, Damien is recovering. She can't leave him alone for a week-long trip to Australia. She said she would send some experts in her place to handle the project.**I know you are trying to be there for Damien. But I think you should take this chance to give yourse
It was chaotic. I watched the videography of our wedding day. So I was nothing but a replacement as a groom and I was the one who initiated it. Did I fall in love with her at first sight? If not, why would I fall in love with her when she was about to get married? And certainly, according to James's words, I actually knew her from high school. The strange thing is that, I remember everyone including my sister who died in the car accident but I don't remember anyone named Carol who was actually in my junior school. Is this even possible to happen? I mean my sister Carol used to live binge movies with cliché parts where male lead loses memories and some part of their life. But how did I just forget such an important thing. Only her, and anything related to her. It doesn't make sense to me but here I am watching a few moments of my life with that woman who cries every night silently. She can't talk or hear. It must be hard but can I really love her the same as I used to? I mean
Damien's POV.... It's the first time James raised his voice at me. It's strange that he would dare to go against me for a woman. Carol? I don't remember her. It's not a fake or prank. Why would I prank something like this? if she is my significant other, I will never hurt her or forget her, even on my worst day. But it's strange. She is calm, composed and knows what I want before I spit it out of my mouth. As if she has the ability to read my mind. ** Stretch your legs a bit!** She says, her expression is usual calmness. How could she stay so calm after knowing that I forgot about her? I don't remember that she is my wife but she remembers that I am her husband, right? Or maybe....!!!! I actually kidnapped her and forced her to be a good wife..... Or....??? Is this a contract marriage? .... No, Maybe a fake one. That's why she doesn't care. ** Stop staring at me!** She signs again. She is really attentive. She doesn't speak. But her company doesn't make me feel boring
Carol walks in, holding her suit, exhausted and hungry. She has just had a long meeting about Damien's absence and how she would handle everything from now on. She knows the love she has for Damien has weakened, but she believes she will be alright. She loves him and chooses to forgive. Until, She steps into the VIP room, stretching her neck. Her attention has yet to turn to Damien's side as she places her suit and bag on the couch. Feeling like she will be alright if she gets some sleep, she decides to take a quick shower. But her attention shifts to the shopping bags. James's jacket is still there. The coldness is increasing; it may snow tonight. She frowns slightly and turns to grab the jacket, but she pauses, finding James standing by Damien's bed and Damien staring at her with a confused expression. "Damien?" she exclaims in her mind, tears gathering in her eyes. She leaves her phone on the couch, rushes to him, and jumps into his arms like a desperate child who has bee
Carol is still in disbelief that his parents are too cruel and self-centered to see how much he's suffering. She thought only her parents were cruel people. But it just proved that people are way too selfish to love someone unconditionally.Sitting on a chair, holding his hand, Carol rests her head on the edge of the bed. The soft hum of the monitoring machine reminds her that he is still alive. His hand is warm as usual. But that hand doesn't gently squeeze hers with the sensation of love.Carol can't help but cry silently. Before the world, she shows no emotion, no agony, but when she is alone, she can't help but cry."I am sorry for everything! I don't want to leave the life I had with you. I don't want to lose that happy me when I was with you. I know that I started disliking you for all the lies, but I can't imagine how I will spend the rest of my life alone! Just wake up. I won't... I will never mention anything. Just wake up. I won't leave you at all!" she thinks between her so
Carol stands by Damien's hospital bed, her fingers gently wiping his hands with a damp cloth. The rhythmic beeping of the machines fills the room. It has become a constant reminder that life still clings to him. The nurse has just finished redressing his wounds, the scent of antiseptics hanging in the sterile air. It's been three days since the accident, and since then, she has made it her mission to be here, taking all the responsibilities, from the company to the hospital. Damien’s face is pale, almost unnaturally so, framed by the stark white bandages wrapped around his head. His chest rises and falls steadily, but the stillness of his body is unnerving. The doctors have said his condition is serious — a head injury that could have gone far worse — but they remain cautiously optimistic. Carol clings to their optimism like a fragile thread, afraid that letting go of hope would cause everything to shatter. Although at first they said it wasn't that life-threatening now it appeared
Carol's exhausted body shifts slightly as she turns to look at Eunice and Sarah, who are standing next to her bed. The movement sends a wave of soreness through her limbs. William walks in shortly after, deep in conversation with a nurse about something she can’t hear.Her eyes slowly settle on Eunice, and she tries to lift her hand to communicate, but the pain is too much. Tears begin to stream down her face, her lips quivering with pain and heartache. Eunice notices Carol staring at her, her hands trembling. Without hesitation, Eunice grabs Carol’s hands and signs carefully.**Everything is alright! Damien’s surgery went well. The doctors are hopeful. It was a brain injury, so it’s complicated, but they believe he will recover.**Eunice signs messily, worried that her misuse of words might unsettle Carol even more.Carol nods, her eyelids growing heavy. She doesn’t feel like moving. Everything feels colorless, painfully cruel, and suffocatingly silent. The silence she once enjoyed n