DAMIENI watched Stacey moving back and forth from the kitchen to the dining table. She was setting things up, placing plates, arranging silverware, and adjusting napkins like everything had to be perfect. She looked calm, but I couldn’t focus on her. My phone was in my hand, glowing with updates about Shawna and Liam.Their arrest. It was all a mess I couldn’t figure out. My stomach felt heavy, and my mind wouldn’t stop racing. Why would Stacey have anything to do with this?“Damien?” Stacey’s voice cut through my thoughts.I glanced up to see her standing by my side, her eyes narrowed just slightly like she was trying to read me. “Is something wrong?” she asked, her tone soft but laced with suspicion.I blinked, trying to focus on her face instead of the chaos running through my mind. “It’s nothing,” I said quickly, slipping my phone into my pocket. “Just work stuff.”She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You’ve been acting strange all evening. Are you sure it’s just wo
SHAWNA The world felt like it was spinning around me. My heart was racing, and I couldn’t even bring myself to take a deep breath. I just... couldn’t. The police officers had come back, and the news they brought shook me to my core. Eugene had escaped. I felt a strange mixture of shock and... relief. It was wrong to feel this way, I knew. But part of me couldn’t help it. She had been a problem for so long, and now she was gone, but... at what cost? I could still hear the echo of the gunshot in my mind. It was too real. I looked over at Liam, his face as pale as mine. He kept glancing at the police like he was trying to figure out what their next move was. But there was no escape now. We were trapped. “So what now?” Liam asked, his voice low and strained like he was holding back his panic. One of the policemen snorted like the idea of us trying to find answers was laughable. “What do you think? You’re going to prison.” Liam clenched his fists, his jaw tight. “You know you le
DAMIENWhen I got home after meeting Carl, I felt like my head would explode. The smell of food hit me as I walked into the house. Stacey was at the dining table, almost done eating. She was having sushi, her go-to when she wanted to look fancy but didn’t want to cook. A glass of wine sat beside her plate, and she looked perfectly relaxed like everything was fine.She looked up when I walked in and smiled like she hadn’t just ruined my day earlier. “Oh, you’re back. How was your meeting?”I didn’t answer her question. Instead, I asked, “Is it true?”She blinked at me, pretending not to understand. “What’s true?”“Shawna and Liam,” I said, throwing my jacket on a chair. “Were they arrested?”“I heard it from the right source. I was so shocked when I heard about it. I’m sure you feel the same right?” she asked.The moment Stacey told me about Shawna and Liam’s arrest, my stomach twisted. I didn’t want to believe it, but something about how she shared the news felt... off. So I asked he
EUGENEThe car came to a sudden stop, jerking me forward in my seat. I felt my heart race as I looked at my mom, panic rising inside me. “What’s happening? Is this part of your plan?” I asked, my voice tight with fear.She looked at the road ahead, her grip on the steering wheel tight. “I must’ve taken the wrong turn,” she muttered, her voice low.I felt a wave of panic hit me. “The wrong turn?” I repeated, my voice shaking. “Mom, we can’t be here! If they find us, you’ll end up in prison. We need to leave. Now!”My hands started to shake, and I grabbed her arm, my eyes wide with fear. I could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me. “You don’t understand, they can’t see us here.”She glanced at me, her eyes sharp. “Eugene, calm down,” she said, but her voice was strained. “Just give me a minute to think.”But I couldn’t calm down. Every second we stayed here, I felt like we were making it worse. “Mom, we’re sitting ducks! We’re exposed!” I said, my words rushing out. “Yo
EUGENEThe voices grew louder, and I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. My mom’s hand was still clamped tightly on my arm, and I could feel her fingers trembling slightly.“Mom,” I whispered, barely audible. “What are we going to do if they find us?”“Stop talking,” she snapped, her voice barely more than a breath. “And stay still.”“This is insane,” I mumbled, my voice shaking. “Hiding behind crates? What’s your plan if they look here?”“Eugene, for the love of everything, shut up,” she whispered fiercely.The air felt heavier with every passing second as I crouched behind the crates, my chest heaving with shallow, nervous breaths. My mom’s hand rested on my shoulder, her grip firm yet trembling. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing, but it was useless. The footsteps were getting closer now, crunching on the gravel like a countdown to disaster. Every sound felt amplified, the distant hum of a car engine, the faint sound of a radio, and the heavy boots drawing nearer.
SHAWNAThe moment the bail papers were signed, Damien was already pacing like a caged lion. His voice came out sharp and cold. "Get out of my sight, Shawna. You and your lover." The word dripped with disgust. "Go home. I don't want to see either of you again."I flinched, but I didn’t say a word. I knew better than to argue with Damien when he was like this. Liam gently took my arm, guiding me toward the exit. We left the station in silence, his grip steady, but I could feel the tension in every step.When we got home, I called my mom immediately, desperate to hear her voice. “Mom, it’s over. The bail went through. We’re out.”“Oh, thank goodness,” she breathed, and I could hear her relief. “Are you okay? Where are the kids?”“They’re fine. We’ll be home in a few minutes.”By the time we pulled up, the kids were already waiting at the door. My mom ushered me inside, her arms wide open. “Come here,” she said, wrapping me in a tight hug.“I’m okay, Mom,” I whispered, but my voice cracke
SHAWNADamien’s hand rested lightly on my shoulder as he led me outside. His touch was supposed to be comforting, but all it did was remind me of the chaos my life had become.“Shawna, calm down,” he started, his voice soft but firm.I yanked my arm away, my frustration boiling over. “Calm down? Damien, don’t tell me to calm down when everything’s falling apart!”He sighed, running a hand through his hair, his face etched with concern. “That’s why we’re talking. I need you to see the reason. Your aunt…”“Don’t you dare bring her up!” I snapped, spinning around to face him. My chest was heaving, and I could feel the heat of anger rising in my cheeks. “If Eugene and her mother hadn’t barged into my life, none of this would’ve happened! None of it! I wouldn’t be in this mess, and I sure as hell wouldn’t be dragged into Stacey’s madness!”Damien raised his hands in a placating gesture. “I know you’re upset, but—”“But what, Damien?” I interrupted, my voice cracking. “What is there to reas
STACEYThe moment I stepped into my penthouse, my phone buzzed incessantly, but I ignored it. My focus was on the mess at hand. Eugene had slipped through our fingers, and I was fuming. I slammed my bag onto the glass table, and the sound echoed in the silent room.A man, sitting calmly on my couch, raised an eyebrow at my outburst. "I take it things didn’t go as planned?""They lost her!" I snapped, pacing back and forth. "How incompetent can they be? They let Eugene escape, and now she’s out there, God knows where probably plotting something!"The man didn’t react much, just leaned back, crossing his legs. "And you’re sure it was a clean break? No one saw her?"I glared at him. "That’s not the point! The point is they let her go! I told them to keep an eye on her, and they couldn’t even manage that!""Relax," he said, in a tone that made my blood boil even more. "You’ve still got Damien, don’t you? Isn’t he the whole reason you’re doing this?"I took a deep breath, trying to calm do
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