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
I couldn’t move my leg and arm. Something heavy was on top of my leg and arm. Did they get me again? I opened my eyes. It was dark. No, not as dark as the place where they kept me. There were glass windows surrounding the place. I looked to my side and froze. A man was with me. Oh God, I have to get away. I tried moving my unbroken arm, but the man had my hand in his, and his other arm was on my waist. His leg was tangled with my unbroken leg. I looked closely again. He was sleeping. I could get away. Suddenly the man stirred in his sleep, and I could see his face. I knew him. Damian. I looked around the room again. Oh, I remembered. We were in his villa. I sighed with relief, and my body relaxed. What time is it? I must have dozed off while waiting for him. Damian had repositioned my body, so I was lying comfortably, with pillows underneath my broken leg. I tu
"Mommy, can I go to the beach while waiting for Grandpa?" my precious little boy asked as I was washing the dishes after we had finished our lunch. "Sure, Rai. Let Mommy finish washing the dishes first, then we can go to the beach." I glanced at him and gave him a smile. "I'll take him, Baby girl. You stay here and rest. It'll only be a while. Dad is on his way over," Damian offered. "Oh, okay. Thank you." I smiled at him. "Bye, Mommy," little Rai said and hugged me. "See you later, Baby girl." Damian planted a kiss on the top of my head, and they walked toward the door to the private beach. "Enjoy you two," I called out to them. Little Rai waved his not-so-small hand anymore, and Damian smiled at me. "Ding Dong," the bell sounded just as I finished washing the dishes. "Hi, Dad," I greeted Rai's dad and kissed his cheek. I quickly prepared a cup of coffee for him and placed them on the sofa table. "Thank you, dear. You are looking better," he said as he reached for the cup
“Damian, do you need some help?” I asked as I descended from the second floor. After what felt like years, I now was able to walk without help - no more crutch and no more Damian needing to help me. My leg and arm were finally fully healed.. at long last! “Damian?” I asked again as I went to the kitchen and heard no reply. “Hi, Kat. How are you doing?” Marco smiled at me from the kitchen. “Marco, you are already here!” I exclaimed happily. “Can’t let Damian cook by himself.” He came to me to hug me. Ever since my ordeal, Damian’s friends had become more caring. They would hug me in a friendly way and help me to do stuff when Damian was not around. I knew why they had done it. They pitied me. I could see the pity in their eyes. I didn’t like it, but I couldn’t do anything about it, could I? How could I stop them from pitying me? If I was able to fe
Her parents sent her overseas?Just that? That was no news. Indonesian well-to-do parents love to do that to their children. Sending them overseas if they got into trouble or even if they wanted their children to not see their friends anymore.Clarissa had punched, threatened, and asked people to kidnap me, yet that was all they did?“At least she won’t be able to get to me anymore,” I said softly with my disheartened heart. But what about Damian? Would he follow her there?“Hey, let’s eat, guys.” Marco’s voice broke my thought.I saw Damian coming to me and stretching out his arm for me to take. He still helped me to get up sometimes. Okay, not sometimes, but most of the time I was sitting down. My leg had healed, but sometimes it ached.I took his extended hand and followed him to the dining ta
“Princess..” I could hear Rai’s voice calling me. He couldn’t be here; it must be my mind playing tricks on me. “Princess..” he called me again. This time I was sure I wasn’t imagining it. I looked up and saw him standing near me with his arms open wide, just as they always did when he wanted me to be in his arms. “Rai..” I stood up and ran into his arms. “Princess, I’m here.” His arms went around my shoulders to hold me close. “Rai, I’ve missed you so much.” I sighed in his embrace and held him tight. “I’ve missed you too, Princess,” he said while kissing the top of my head. He let go of me, and I at his face. His hand reached to my face, caressing my cheek, and brushed my hair behind my ear. He
Why didn't I tell Damian about my pregnancy?“I was going to.. but he chose Clarissa over me,” I mumbled against his neck.“Are you sure, Princess? From what I know, he hates that bitch,” Rai told me.I smiled when Rai called Clarissa ‘bitch’. But my heart fell at the memory of Damian holding Clarissa. “Rai, do you remember my abusive ex-boyfriend? That night while I was waiting for Damian, I got a message from him. You know how scared I was of him. Just seeing the photo gave me a panic attack. I went to Marco's restaurant to search for Damian and saw him holding Clarissa on our spot. I tried texting and calling him, but he rejected my call and kept holding Clarissa.” I sighed and closed my eyes. Everything that happened that night was hurtful.&ld
“Urghhh..” I stretched my whole body and opened my eyes. It was light outside. I smiled softly as I remembered my dream. I had a dream about Rai. It was strange, but it was him, nonetheless. It had been so long since I dreamt of him, and it made me miss him. “Baby girl..” I heard Damian’s voice from behind me at the same time I felt his hand caressing my arm. I turned around and saw him fully dressed, lounging on the other side of the bed, looking at me worriedly. I wiggled my body to get close to him, and my hand and leg went around his body. “Good..” What time is it now? Morning? Noon? “Good afternoon, Baby girl.” I heard him chuckling. I looked at his beautiful face to smile at him. I just realized I had overslept. He must have done with his meeting for the day, seeing as how he was dressed in his suit.
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