“Baby girl, please open your eyes. Shit, I shouldn’t have left you alone.” I heard Damian's voice and someone hitting my cheek gently.
I opened my eyes and saw his handsome face looming over me. He looked worried. He's a good actor, isn’t he? I was lying down on the bed with him next to me.
“Where were you, Damian?” I blurted out while still looking at him.
“I was with Marco. I’m so sorry that I came back late, Baby girl. You should’ve called and told me you aren’t feeling well.” His expression and voice were filled with concern.
I did call you, didn’t I, Damian? And you have just lied straight to my face. You rejected my call because you had your arms around Clarissa..
"Don't get up yet, Baby girl." He tried to stop me from sitting up, but I ignored him. I went to the living room to get my phone. He
Shouldn't I be the only one who was furious? And why did he ask if I thought I was good myself?“What do you mean?” I asked him quietly in my shaky voice.“You always only think about yourself, Kat. You never think about others,” he spat out. The next thing I heard was a glass breaking.He came to me, and I saw his hand bleeding. Did he cut himself? As much as I didn’t want to be with him at the moment, I still cared about him.“Damian, you are bleeding.” I stood up to go to him, but he was faster than me.He stood in front of me and pushed me back to the sofa roughly. I sat there, frozen by the way he kept handling my body forcefully.“When Rai died, you only wanted me to look after you. You NEVER thought of my feelings. I needed you! Yet you didn’t want to be with me! You prefer to stay in Jakar
Cold.. Why is it so cold? Where is the blanket? Why is the bed so hard? I reached around to get a blanket, but there was none. Why couldn’t I move my right arm? Did Damian really chain me up? I opened my eyes and sat up. I looked around. Where am I? This isn't the villa. I was in a large room with a wooden floor and a small window near the ceiling. There was nothing else around me except for the pole in the middle of the room where my right hand was chained to. I didn’t even want to know why a pole was in the middle of a room. Am I in an abandoned house? I tried to call for help, but no one came. There was no use in shouting for help. It only made my voice hoarse and made me thirsty. I don't know how long I’d be here or whether I would get food or water. I have to conserve my energy. I groaned as I felt the back of my head aching. I reached toward it and was relieved to find there was no blood. &nb
Three days.. This is the third day I’ve been held captive. There was no telling the time except for the light shining through the tiny window. Two dark nights had passed.. I had kept myself strong during the days, but nighttime was the worst. There were no lightbulbs and it was raining. I was left alone in the dark. My panic attacks always crept in during the night. It was cold and dark, and the thunder outside didn't make it better. They hadn’t left me my medications, but I always managed to fight off my panic attacks.. Thank God for that. My babies.. my only source of strength right now. The little girl was always there for me during the days. She brought me my meals, a bucket for me to do my business, and a pack of dry and wet tissue for me to clean myself. I had been given meals twice a day. Not enough nutrients for the baby inside me, but it was better than nothing. On the second day, I
Another day had passed, and today is the fifth day I'm here. I felt myself getting weaker. I was hungry, I was cold. They didn’t provide me with a blanket, but I was kidnapped.. what could I say? It wasn’t their job to make me comfortable. I was lucky they hadn’t killed me yet.I had tried to open the handcuff with the fork the little girl had handed me, but it wouldn’t come off. She even tried to help me, but if a grown-up like me couldn’t do it, then a small child wouldn’t be able to free me.I spent yesterday having a one-sided conversation with the little girl. Always telling her stories about my little boy. Whenever I cried, she would give me a tissue to wipe away my tears. She still wouldn’t talk to me. Maybe she couldn’t talk.. Did she suffer from mutism? She could hear me fine, but she hadn’t spoken to me. I asked her once about it, but she just shook her head. I wouldn’t wa
What is that beeping noise? It hurts my head. Please someone stop that noise.. I opened my eyes slowly. Why do my eyes hurt? Why does my whole body hurt? Where am I? I looked around. Everything was white. I didn’t recognize this place. Did they move me to a new place so no one could find me? There were people looking at my left leg. They lifted my dress, and their hands started moving up my leg. No! They are going to rape me again. I wouldn't let them do that again! I have to fight back! Move! Move your body, Kat! “No! Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me!” I tried to scream, but my voice was hoarse and weak. They looked at me and pinned me down. “Please, please, please. Don’t!” I screamed again, moving whichever body parts I could move. “Kat, mom is here. Mom is here.. You are okay..” An elderly lady squeezed my hand. I
"Mom.. little Rai!" I exclaimed in panic. I'd forgotten to ask about him yesterday when I regained consciousness."He's safe and sound in Jakarta with his grandpa, dear," Rai's mom quickly comforted me and gave my hand a little squeeze."Does he know?" I asked her."No, dear. We told him you were sick and unable to call him. He was sad, but Damian has been calling him on your behalf," she answered in her motherly voice.I let out a sigh of relief. I didn't want my little boy to know what happened to me. I didn't want him to worry."Katarina, dear.. We are still unable to contact your mom," she said after hesitating for a while."It's okay, Mom. They always switch off their phones when they are on vacation." I sighed."Is there any way to contact them?" Rai's mom asked with concern."No, Mom.. It's best if they d
It’d been a month since I was hospitalized. My bruises and cuts had all healed nicely. The stab wound in my left hand had healed too. Just as Dr. Neil had predicted, I could use it with no problem at all - no pain, no stiffness, or anything. The stitches did leave a scar on the back of my hand and on my palm as the wound was through and through.My broken leg and arm were still in casts. Dr. Neil asked me to come back for a check-up next month or anytime if I felt any discomfort.I was supposedly able to be discharged earlier than a month, but Damian and mom insisted that I stay in the hospital for the best care. I tried to tell them I was okay, but they wouldn’t listen to me, so I just let them be.Marco, Nick, Max, and Jack visited me a few times, and I was more than glad of their presence. They didn’t ask me about what had happened, and they didn’t press me to talk when I didn’t feel like
“Baby girl, are you ready to go home?” Damian’s voice asked me.I was staring out the window of the hospital room, looking at nothing in particular when I heard his question. Home.. The villa that we had stayed in. Could I still call it a home?I turned my head to look at him and nodded.The hospital had provided a wheelchair for me to use, but Damian would not take it. He rather carried me out of the hospital in his arms.Damian didn’t drive us to the villa, he rather sat in the backseat with me. He positioned my broken leg up against the window sill, with me lying down, my head on his lap. Luckily I was short, so I was able to lie down comfortably. He kept stroking my hair throughout the drive while looking out the window. I quite loved his gesture. I’d missed him so much, and it hurt not to be able to tell him that or that I loved him.I hate the
So dear readers,It’s true when I told Damian that this story is not about Rai and me, and me and Damian. This story is about me and Damian, from the moment we knew each other through texts, up to our happy ending.Of course, I was very blessed to know and fall in love with Rai. He is still my greatest love and my worse heartbreak. He was gentle and had never hurt me, well, except maybe when he was jealous of Frank and when he saw Damian and me together. He was the perfect boyfriend and forever will be my greatest love.Damian is the love of my life. He gave me strength, and he made me strong. So what do all my lovely readers think? Do I deserve to be with Damian after everything we’ve been through? Or am I too weak for him? I’d like to think I deserve to be with him since I love him so much. But what do you think?And I have just begun to read his POV. It seems interesting. Let me show you a bit of it. It starts off with him canceling his engagement with Clarissa.•••“Uncle, Aunt
Damian and I were lounging on our bed as per usual before we went to sleep. He was reading on his tablet while I was browsing through the internet.I heard his heavy sigh, saw him put his tablet on the bedside table, and he suddenly pulled me toward him abruptly, holding me tight in his arms.“What happened?” I asked him. It felt like he was afraid of losing me, that I would leave him.“I just finished reading your journal,” he mumbled against the top of my head.Ohhh.. That’s why.I pulled back from his tight embrace so I could see his expression.“Why are you sad?” I asked him.“I was such a dick to you, wasn't I?” he asked with a self-deprecating smile on his face.“You were.” I nodded and pretended to agree with him. “And still are sometimes.” I laughed.“But you are my dick,” I added with a teasing smile. I saw his self-deprecating smile turn into a smile of amusement.“I can't believe I put you through so many troubles.” He pulled me back into his embrace and sighed.“It’s all
I walked into our bedroom and saw Damian walking out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped lowly around his hips, looking as sexy as ever.I had just finished putting on little Luna to sleep and was tired. I quickly went to the bathroom to take a shower, exiting with only a tiny towel covering my petite body.“Baby girl, come here,” I heard Damian’s voice and turned to look at him.I had to swallow hard, looking at the vision in front of me. My handsome and sexy husband was sitting at the edge of the bed, butt-naked, and he was stroking his huge cock that had hardened. I swore I began to get wet just by looking at him being so hot.I went stand in front of him, and he yanked my towel away from my body, leaving me as naked as him.He pulled me forcefully to him, and I sat on his lap, straddling him. He kissed me long and hard without warning, leaving me panting when he withdrew.“You’ve been taking care of the kids. Now it's time for you to take care of your husband,” he husked ou
“You are home, Baby girl,” Damian said as he glanced at me. It had been three months since our wedding reception, and I was quite busy most days. I had to manage the Castilles Hotel, my clothing business, and also the sanatorium I had built with Damian to help people who needed free psychological consultations.I had that idea when I had been kidnapped and found Luna, the girl who had accompanied me, had died. At first, I wanted to build an orphanage for abandoned children, but as there were too many of them, Damian suggested we build a sanatorium instead to help those who had traumas like us. With helps from his friends and connections, we now had more than twenty psychologists and psychiatrists to help us.Today was a tiring day after visiting the sanatorium. The patients always loved to talk to me, and I gladly accompanied them until it was time for me to return home to my family.When I reached home today, I found Damian in the nursery holding our little girl, as he always did.“
I was standing in front of the massive double door, waiting for it to be opened. Today was our second wedding reception.Yesterday was our first; the guests were families and close friends. Damian didn't follow the conventional wedding reception where we walked together down the hall toward the stage. Instead, we all stood on the stage with mist covering us from the guests. When the fog disappeared, I was surprised. The ballroom was turned into what looked like a huge ice kingdom. I should’ve known from the color of my gown and his suit - silver and white. My gown was of A-line shape yesterday, and I had a high crown on my head. I felt like a queen of the ice kingdom. The ladies of our main families wore lighter shades of silver, including Rai’s mom, Cecilia, my mom, my sister-in-law, and even little Luna. The men wore suits in the same lighter shades of silver too. We stood on the stage with Damian holding little Luna in his arms while I held little Rai’s hand.My mom, Rai’s parents
It had been there months after our wedding, and we were having breakfast together. Little Rai was still asleep, and we didn't wake him up since it was the weekend.I was sipping my tea, and Damian was sipping his coffee. Life after marriage was blissful. We had no more fights, and every day was filled with happiness, love, and laughter.“Damian, I have a gift for you,” I told him as I placed my teacup on the table.“Is it inside the box on your lap?” he asked with a smile.I had brought the surprise for him and placed it on my lap throughout our breakfast. Now that we had finished eating, it was time for me to give it to him.I picked up the box and slid it across the table to him.He opened it and looked confused as he picked up the long and thin thing inside the box. “Positive..” he murmured. I kept quiet and had to stop myself from smiling or laughing.His head suddenly snapped up, and he looked at me. “Positive?” His confused looked turned into bewilderment.“Yes.” I couldn't hid
“Pu-Punish me?” He stuttered.I smiled with feminine pride as I saw him close his eyes, grit his teeth, and breathe heavily. Only I could make him feel this way.I lay down on his side, aligning my body with his, with one arm and leg across his taut body, my finger playing with his nipple.“Tell me what you want, Damian.” I breathed into his ear.“My tongue?” I asked him as I licked his ear.“My mouth?” I asked him again as I sucked his neck.“Or my.. tight little cunt?” I ground my wet pussy against the side of his body.“Baby girl.. Please,” he begged me.I loomed over him, teasing him, placing my lips just inches away from his.“Choose your poison, Damian.” I grazed his lips lightly with mine and licked his bottom lip.“Your tight greedy cunt! Please, baby girl. Please.” He said as he began to tug his hands to free them from my made-up chain.I chuckled again. As can be expected from my sex god.“Are you sure, Damian? Are you sure you want me to punish you with my cunt?” I asked as
Our Holy Matrimony was held two weeks later in Bali, at the place where Damian ‘proposed’ to me when we acted for my campaign. It was set to end during sunset.The decoration was simple and minimalistic, with glass lanterns filled with candles and pampas grasses creating the path down the aisle. The chairs were wooden with white pillows. There were rattan lanterns hanging above us. At the end of the aisle, there was a circle wedding arch decorated in the same pampas grasses. Everything had a rustic feeling about it.There weren't many guests in attendance. Only my parents, sister, brother, sis-in-law, and nephew were present from my side. Cecilia and Damian’s stepdad were the only ones present from his side. Other than them, Max, Marco, Nick, and Jack were also present.I was wearing a dress I had specially designed. It was a short dress just above my knees with a small sleeve and V-neck made from lace cotton. I waited with batted breath at the back while Damian, who was wearing a wh
When I woke up, I knew it was nighttime. Damian was nowhere to be seen; he must be downstairs. I quickly wore his shirt and took a small black box containing the black diamond ring I had pretended to throw last time and a necklace with a black diamond pendant for little Rai. He always wanted to wear similar things as Damian, but since a diamond ring is too risky for a little boy, I opted for a pendant instead. I took both the ring and the necklace out of the box and held them in my hand.When I went out of the bedroom, I heard the sound of the piano and little Rai and Damian’s laughter.I went to the staircase and realized that all the lights had been dimmed. As I walked down and to where the piano was situated, I was surprised to see so many red rose petals scattered on the floor and so many candles of all sizes being lit up.Damian and little Rai were playing the piano, wearing black suits with white shirts underneath. “Umm.. Is there a special occasion?” I asked them and tried to r