SHAWNA“What exactly do you want from me at this point, Stacey? What part of I do not want to see you around do you not understand?" I asked her, looking furious."I'm sorry, but I don't think you'll stop seeing my face anytime soon, I'm here to stay forever,” She smirked, walking further into the office.It seems Cara doesn't like her job anymore, why else would she allow her to come in when she knows everything this entails? I made it clear that I don't like Stacey and I don't want to see her around me, especially around my children."Mom, who is this?” Phoebe asked me, a frown on her face as she looked at Stacey.It's-" I was interrupted by Stacey herself."I'm your mother's friend and I'm here to greet you all. I heard that you kids were here and I just thought to come say hi,” She said.“Aren't you all cute? I don't know why your mother has been hiding you from me all these years. Or is it because she doesn't know your real father? Aww, that's so sad though.” She made a fake cryi
SHAWNAWait, what? What's he even talking about? I looked at him with my face widened in shock. The way he just said it without thinking twice, he just went straight to the point as soon as he saw me.“I don't think I heard you right, were you even talking to me?” I just had to ask him again to be very sure. What he said just caught me by surprise.He looked like he wasn't here anymore, his eyes just looked so far away. I had to tap him back to reality before he looked at me properly.“Uh? Did you say something? Sorry, I zoned out." He asked me, jolting back to reality.“Where were you? I asked if you know what you just said. You wanted me to run away with you with the kids." I repeated the words he said.“Yes, I asked that. Will you run away with me after everything has been sorted out? We need this, Shawna." He said.I didn't even know what to say to that, I just looked at him with a dumbstruck expression on my face. A lot of things are running through my head at the moment.The fac
SHAWNA A scream tore out of my mouth as I saw her, I didn't expect to see her at all. It just feels like she's dead in my memory and I'm currently seeing a ghost. It's been a long since I saw her or thought about her, I had completely forgotten that she existed, to begin with. I already concluded that she was lying low after breaking out of that prison. “What is she doing here? How is she even here?" I asked, my heart racing wildly as I stood behind Liam, he was like my cover of some sort. Liam was as shocked as I was, he looked so shocked and mad at the same time. “Did you send that text message? You told us to come here?" Liam asked her, I stepped out behind him. Eugene didn't look one bit harmful. She looked like she was just being normal without any iota of harm in her again. Though I know that she's not to be trusted, she could have called us here to be ambushed. Fuck, I should have thought this through before agreeing to come here. Now I don't know what she would ha
SHAWNA“What I think we should do is to set Stacey up, that's currently the only thing that can be done to trap her. Because she doesn't look like she'll back down normally now." Eugene said.Her idea makes sense, but I still won't do this without knowing the real truth about this, I want to know what Stacey has been up to and what we can do to counter it.“Do you know what Stacey is planning instead? Do you, maybe have an idea of what she has been up to?" I asked out loud."I honestly don't know yet, but I know it's something very big. She's ready to take anyone out of her way, she badly wants to achieve it and she's desperate.”At this point, I have no idea if Stacey just wants Damien to herself or if she's out for another reason or motive. She has been acting like she wants to achieve something much more than that.Because at this point, I don't think anyone can be so crazily obsessed over someone. It's either she's mentally unstable or she's out for revenge.“You mean you don't kn
STACEYA smile that I couldn't even tell if it was genuine or not came up on my face as I watched them being taken away by the policemen on the laptop before me.I'll actually give myself this, I really tried with the planning and all. I didn't even have to do much, Eugene is so dumb and predictable.I knew she'd want to go to Shawna again. All I had to do was to bug her and watch as she really foolishly went to meet with her. And as expected, that boy was with Shawna.They've all been arrested like this, I can't wait to go over there and say it to their faces when they find out that I'm behind this.“This is going to be so interesting." I smiled coyly as I rewatched that scene where they were taken to the police station. The confusion on each of their faces as they were handcuffed and taken away was golden.I know Eugene would want to do something like this, the more reason I had to do something about her quick. I made a huge mistake by getting her out of prison, I really shouldn't h
DAMIEN“Where exactly are you, Shawna? Where have you been?" I asked myself as I dialed her number for the umpteenth time this evening, I've been trying to get to her since morning but there hasn't been anything from her end.It's just like she vanished into thin air, there's no way she wouldn't have been on her phone since this morning, I've not been able to get through to her at all.I dialed her number once more but I was directed to voicemail this time around. Could she have turned off her phone? Or what could have gone wrong?“I’ll just go over to her house or the office, she'd be in either of those two places,” I mumbled to myself, concluding that I was going to her house now.There's currently nothing else I can do other than that, I didn't want to just start doing that before. I'd surely look stupid if I had shown up at her house because she hadn't answered my call in an hour.I dressed up and did everything I needed to do quickly to get there very fast. I just need to make su
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SHAWNA “Fucking Stacey!” I glanced at Eugene and let out a sigh, “Perhaps if you curse less I will be able to figure out a way for us to leave here.” Eugene scoffed, “Oh please, speak for yourself.” I glared at her, “You’re the one who got us into this!” “Yes, I shouldn't have come to warn you about the psychopath that has been unleashed on you! Maybe I wouldn't be in this hellhole again,” Eugene sneered. I let out a grunt as I relaxed on the wall. I felt a prick and I moved away to see cockroaches crawling out of the wall. Everything about this place disgusts me and I had no business being here. I was locked up in the same cell with Eugene. I had no idea where they've locked up Liam and I hoped for Stacey’s sake that he's alright because if she hurt him then she will have to deal with me. “How did it come to this?” I muttered. I heard voices outside and I grabbed hold of the iron bars as I shook it furiously. “I need to speak with the inspector!” I yelled. “Quiet!” a
SHAWNAI watched as Damien loaded the last of the suitcases into the car, his movements quick and efficient. There was something about the way he handled everything that made me smile. He had a way of taking charge, but at the same time, he always made sure I was comfortable with every decision."You know," I said, folding my arms and leaning against the car. "I never thought I'd be this excited to leave. But I am."Damien turned to me, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh? And here I thought you’d be all sentimental and teary-eyed about leaving everything behind."I shook my head. "Not a chance. I’m ready for a fresh start. No baggage, no bad memories, no regrets. Just you, me, and a new beginning."His smirk widened, and he pulled me close. "That’s what I love about you, Shawna. No hesitation. No second-guessing. Just full speed ahead."I looked up at him and grinned. "Speaking of full speed ahead, you do realize you haven’t mentioned any honeymoon plans, right?"Damien blinked, then ru
SHAWNAThe day had been long and full of emotions. Damien had disappeared early in the morning with the kids, leaving me to spend time with my mother. I appreciated the quiet moments with her, but I couldn't shake the curiosity about where he had gone. He hadn’t said much before leaving, just kissed my forehead and told me he had plans.Later in the day, I was surprised when Damien’s mother showed up at the house. I had expected tension, maybe another disagreement, but instead, she looked almost... apologetic.“I owe you an apology,” she said, sitting across from me in the living room.I blinked, surprised. “For what?”“For how I spoke to you yesterday. I wasn’t being fair. I was so caught up in my own vision of the wedding that I didn’t stop to consider what you and Damien truly wanted.”I exhaled softly, the weight of our previous conversation still lingering. “I appreciate you saying that.”She sighed. “I see how much Damien loves you, how much the kids adore you. I was wrong to tr
DAMIENI stood in the middle of the beach, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore filling the air. The sun was beginning its descent, casting a golden glow over everything. It was perfect. Simple yet breathtaking, just the way I knew Shawna would love it.The gentle breeze carried the salty scent of the ocean, blending with the faint fragrance of the flowers we had carefully arranged along the aisle. White chairs stood neatly in rows, facing the beautifully decorated arch where we would say our vows. Fairy lights twinkled in the early evening light, creating a magical ambiance. The entire setting was intimate, just family and a few close friends, exactly what I wanted for Shawna.“Dad, are we sure this is enough?” Phoebe asked, looking around with excitement. Her small hands clutched onto the hem of her dress as she took in the scene.I turned to her with a smile, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.“It’s perfect,” I assured her, ruffling her hair. “Your mom doesn’t
SHAWNAWalking into Damien’s house, I felt a mix of nerves and determination swirling inside me. This conversation with his mother needed to happen. I couldn’t keep pretending to be okay with her making every decision for our wedding.As we stepped into the living room, his mother turned to face us, her expression unreadable. “To what do I owe this visit?” she asked, her tone clipped.I took a deep breath and smiled politely. “I wanted to talk to you about the wedding.”Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Oh? Have you finally realized that I know what’s best?”I shook my head. “Actually, no. I wanted to let you know that the plans I have for the wedding are different from what you want.”Damien shifted beside me, but he didn’t say anything. This was my fight to handle, and he knew it.His mother exhaled sharply, clearly displeased. “Go on,” she said reluctantly, folding her arms across her chest.“I want a beach wedding,” I announced, watching her closely for a reaction.Her brows lifted. “A
DAMIENI watched Shawna pace back and forth, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The frustration in her eyes was impossible to miss, and I hated seeing her like this.“Maybe,” I said carefully, “we’re moving too fast with everything.”She stopped mid-step and turned to look at me, her lips pressing together in thought.“Are you saying you don’t want the wedding anymore?” she asked, her voice softer than before, but there was an edge to it.I shook my head. “No. That’s not what I’m saying at all. I want to marry you, Shawna. I just don’t want you to feel overwhelmed by all of this. If you need a break, we can take a step back.”She let out a deep sigh, running a hand through her hair. “I do want the wedding, Damien. I really do. But I feel like we need to change our environment. Just get away from everything, from everyone. Just for a little while, so we can focus on us.”I studied her, understanding exactly what she meant. “You mean away from my mother.”She gave me a pointed loo
DAMIENI watched Shawna pace back and forth, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The frustration in her eyes was impossible to miss, and I hated seeing her like this.“Maybe,” I said carefully, “we’re moving too fast with everything.”She stopped mid-step and turned to look at me, her lips pressing together in thought.“Are you saying you don’t want the wedding anymore?” she asked, her voice softer than before, but there was an edge to it.I shook my head. “No. That’s not what I’m saying at all. I want to marry you, Shawna. I just don’t want you to feel overwhelmed by all of this. If you need a break, we can take a step back.”She let out a deep sigh, running a hand through her hair. “I do want the wedding, Damien. I really do. But I feel like we need to change our environment. Just get away from everything, from everyone. Just for a little while, so we can focus on us.”I studied her, understanding exactly what she meant. “You mean away from my mother.”She gave me a pointed loo
DAMIENI watched Shawna pace back and forth, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The frustration in her eyes was impossible to miss, and I hated seeing her like this.“Maybe,” I said carefully, “we’re moving too fast with everything.”She stopped mid-step and turned to look at me, her lips pressing together in thought.“Are you saying you don’t want the wedding anymore?” she asked, her voice softer than before, but there was an edge to it.I shook my head. “No. That’s not what I’m saying at all. I want to marry you, Shawna. I just don’t want you to feel overwhelmed by all of this. If you need a break, we can take a step back.”She let out a deep sigh, running a hand through her hair. “I do want the wedding, Damien. I really do. But I feel like we need to change our environment. Just get away from everything, from everyone. Just for a little while, so we can focus on us.”I studied her, understanding exactly what she meant. “You mean away from my mother.”She gave me a pointed loo
DAMIENThe moment I walked in, Mom turned to face me, arms crossed, her expression already set in irritation.“What did you say to Shawna?” I asked, my voice calm but firm.She scoffed, shaking her head. “Oh, so now I’m the villain?”“I didn’t say that,” I replied, crossing my arms as well. “I just want to know what happened.”She let out a dry laugh, her eyes flashing. “You should be certain you want to marry her, Damien. It seems like she’s still holding onto the past.”I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay composed. “You’re not making things any easier by controlling every little thing about our wedding. This is supposed to be for us, not you.”“For us?” she repeated, her voice laced with disbelief. “You mean for her. Because it seems to me that she’s getting everything her way while I’m being cast aside. Do you think that’s fair?”I exhaled sharply. “Mom, Shawna isn’t trying to push you out. She just wants to have a say in her own wedding.”Mom scoffed again. “A small wedding?
SHAWNAI could feel the weight of it all pressing down on me. The constant decisions, the expectations that seemed to build up faster than I could keep track of. I just wanted a small wedding, simple and quiet, with the people who mattered most. But it felt like every step I took toward what I wanted was met with resistance.“Shawna, you need to speak up if you’re not being treated the way you deserve,” my mother had said earlier, concern thick in her voice. “You can’t let them walk all over you.”“I’m not being walked all over,” I’d snapped back, though I wasn’t sure if that was entirely true. “It’s just... the wedding. It’s a lot of pressure.”She sighed, her hand resting gently on my shoulder. “I know it’s a big deal, but you need to be honest about what you want, honey. If they’re making you uncomfortable—”“I’m fine, Mom,” I cut in, though I wasn’t. “I just want a small wedding. Is that too much to ask?”“Nothing wrong with that,” she said, squeezing my shoulder. “You deserve to