Damian
I signed the contract before me, pressing so hard the track of my signature left a groove on the paper. I looked at the papers one last time before sliding the papers over to Hope’s side for her to sign too. Both our parents were in the room as witnesses, after all they were the reason we were doing this in the first place.
I looked at her again and for a second our eyes met, she was still a child, her eyes were puffy and red from all the crying. I quickly looked away as she looked back down at the papers that were going to bind us together for life.
She focused on the papers in front of her for a while before she looked up at me again, unable to hold the tears, as if asking for help, I looked away she turned her gaze to her father her father.
He was her father, he was supposed to protect her, that was literally his job, but instead he sold her to us, to my family to my father in order to pay off his debt.
But his father just kept his gaze focused on the ground, unable to look his daughter in the eye.
"We do not have a lot day Hope!" my father said, startling her.
"Just sign the papers Hope." Her father chipped in.
I wish this had been the first family, my father or rather our family was tearing apart. But it was not, my father did not become the most feared man for being kind, he was ruthless and cared about no one. Even I his own son couldn't stand up to him. No one had ever stood up to my father and lived to tell about it.
She took a deep breath, which I wondered if everyone heard it or it was just me because I was sitting so close to her. I saw the rapid pulse of her heart beat, her hand was completely shaking as she picked up a pen.
She quickly signed the papers,and looked up at me again, her cheeks stained with tears.
Something in me twisted when I saw her beautiful young round face looking at me, and in that instant I felt like I had failed her. She was not even eighteen yet. Girls her age were thinking about college and prom, but Hope had just signed her marriage papers. Her childhood had been taken away from her just like that, and a part of me hated myself but mostly my father for it.
My father picked up the documents and went through them with an evil grin on his face completely satisfied. He then put the documents in an envelope and gave them to my younger brother Tony.
Tony was my younger brother and also my father's favorite son. Unlike me, he was born for this life, he thrived for nothing but power he didn't care on who's toes he had to step on to get it. He was just like my father which is why he would have been best suited to ran the spears empire.
But I was the first son, and it was tradition to take over the empire.
All my life I had tried to ran away, i never wanted to be involved in my father's business which is why I went to study abroad, far from home as possible.
And for a while I though I managed to get away. I built my life in London, was working as a lawyer and i settled in well until one week ago when my father summoned me to come home.
Of course I didn't know what he had in mind, his summon sounded urgent.
My father had recently had an heart attack and if his enemies knew he was getting wek they would use it to their advantage to overthrow him, which is why he wanted me home to take over the company.
Getting a good wife was part of the deal, he had said he didn't need me distracted by women, so he arranged a girl few for me to marry. The only explanation he gave was that, there was a nice beautiful woman. He failed to mention that she was fifteen years old and war being forced to marry me as a debt being paid.
I had tried to refuse, but it wasn't really discussion. My father gives orders and you just follow them. That's how it always was.
My father walked out together with Hope’s father and my brother leaving me and Hope stil in the same spot.
"Are you okay? Do you need a minute? Maybe say goodbye to your father?" I asked her, "You might not see him again in a while."
"I don't want to ever see him again." She said between clenched teeth, tears flowing down her beautiful face.
Not knowing what to say, I just sat there in silence as she cried, for a few seconds she was silent, but then she got up and headed for the door leaving me still sitting in my spot.
In that moment I swore I will never put through any family anything like that. Her life was completely changed now. She was a part of the spears family. Her life from now on will be under a microscope, she will always have security guarding her at all times. We had enemies everywhere, you could never be too careful. Not after what happened to my mother. I thought about her for a minute. I wonder if she was still here what she would think of all this. God, I miss her.
After a while, I got up and walked outside without talking to anyone, i needed some fresh air. All this was too much for me.
My driver was about to pull out of the parking lot, when I saw my father and brother approaching me. I slowly stepped out of the car.
"Where do you think you are going Damian?" my father asked,
"I need some air." i said putting my hands in my pockets.
"You do realize, you are in charge now right? You no longer cant be acting like a small boy if you are going to ran my empire. Go back in there and tell your wife the rules she needs to follow."
"Come on bro, you just got married and she is pretty too. Go spend some time with your bride bro." my brother Tony chimed in.
"She is a fucking child you pervert!" I fired back as i walked back into the house.
Five years later. Hope. I was finally going back home, but not my home. I was taking my place as Damian's wife. Now that I had finished my studies and was of age. I stood at the airport looking around wondering, if Damian would pick me up himself or send one of his drivers. I was still in deep thought when I heard my name. “Hope.” i heard the familiar voice that I hadn't heard for over five years. It was my sister's Lola's voice. I slowly turned around to face her. She looked different than the last time I had seen her. But again the last time I saw her was five years ago and she was pregnant back then. She was now twenty four years old, but somehow she looked older than that. Her eyes were puffy and she looked like she wasn’t sleeping enough. We both stood a few metres apart for a few minutes, taking in the five years. I was no longer the small girl she knew. I was a grown woman now. Abruptly, she then pulled me in for a hug and i could hear her sobbing on my shoulders. I
Hope I stepped out of the Limo into the well polished compound that held the beautiful home of Damian Spears. It was a mansion built on only God knows how many acres of land. It had what looked like an infinity swimming pool going all the way to the ocean. There was a garden full of different kind of flowers, there was even a play area for kids and a fish pond. Not exactly what I had imagined his home would look like. He however had men in black suits in almost every corner of the house. That part I had imagined. A woman who seemed little older cme our to greet us. "Good afternoon ma'am." She said with a huge smile on her face. "Am Alba the house keeper,i will take this upstairs for you." She said taking my bag. "I have known Alba since I was a young boy myself. She will get you settled in okay." Damon said gesturing for me to follow Alba. I walked slowly following Alba, as soon as i stepped through the front door it leaked sophistication. The house's interior was breath tak
Hope. This was the second night here and I still felt like a stranger. Damian had not yet returned since the previous night. I should be happy but some part of me resented him even more. I watched as Alba unpacked the bags that came in today, arranging my clothes, color coordinating them. "I noticed Damian's clothes are not there." i said it more of a statement than question. I didn’t even realize I had been loud enough. "That's because this is your room, his room is the next door." She said. I got up and slowly walked to the closet looking around. "Oh, I just assumed we were going to share a room." my voice came out disspointed more than I intended it to be. "He said you needed your own space.i assumed he had talked to you aboutit." "No he didn't." i said looking around the closet and all my clothes were neatly arranged and there were other new stuff I could not recognize, before I could ask, as if sensing Alba spoke up. “Your husband bought those for you; he said you w
Hope. I don't remember much about what happened after we arrived at the gala. Camera flashes burst around us like fireworks as we walked the length of the press gauntlet. Everyone was asking who the mystery woman on Damian's arm was and i was feeling so overwhelmed i just wanted to get away. But I guess this was part of the job, my job now. The moment we crossed over into the building someone called him giving me a chance to go to the ladies room to freshen up. My anxiety was kicking in and I being mostly socially arkward. I didn't like being around this many people. I thought about hiding out in the bathrooms until the whole thing was over, but who was I kidding? Damian would have his men hunt me down in a matter of minutes. I quickly touched up my lipstick and eyeliner and walked out ready to fake smile for the million people who wanted a picture. I spotted Damian on the other side of the room still talking to his colleagues, i walked over to the bar and was about to ask for a
Hope. After spending over four hours this afternoon getting myself ready for this gala, the nerves were starting to come in now. I looked different, so different I was having a hard time recognizing myself in the mirror I looked at my reflection in the mirror for the hundredth time as Alba fixed my hair. “You look stunning Miss Hope, you look like a princess.” She said smiling. She reminded me of my mother so much. I hadn’t realized how much I missed my mother until I met Alba. Which explains why I liked her. “Thank you Alba.” I said smiling turning around to see the back of the dress. It was backless so I was wearing it braless. With my hair held up in a bun, it left room for my neck to shine. “Damian said you should wear this tonight.” she said holding up diamond earrings and a matching necklace to my skin. “I can’t possibly wear that.” I said looking at the pure diamonds in complete awe. “ they are so beautiful.” I said taking them from her hands. I have never held real diamon
Hope. The whole ride to the party was silent, Damian still seemed in deep thoughts and moody as ever. He spent the whole ride in his phone and making different phone calls and from what I could tell, they all were business related. My sister's visit had really rattled him, which was weird to me. But it didn’t help that he had no interest in talking to me either, we were back to our normal routine, where he ignored my entire existence, normally I wouldn’t mind but today considering the fact that his fingers were literally inside me a few minutes ago I was a little offended. “Hey are you okay? Is everything alright?” I finally asked when the limo pulled up and the driver signaled to us that we were there. He looked at me with his usual blank stare without saying anything then went back to looking at his phone. “This is getting old even for you Damian, you can’t play this hot and cold game with me anymore, a few minutes ago your head was buried deep inside me and now you are not even
Hope. It was almost past midnight. Damian had called Alba an hour ago and said he wouldn't be coming home tonight, again. I didn't ask questions i figured he was spending the night with the blonde, Naya from the party earlier. I couldn’t sleep for some reason, on this particular lonely night it had me thinking about what my life would have been like if my father hadn't sold me out to the Spears family. If instead of me, they would have taken my sister Lola as it was supposed to be. He But I thought about Lola, how scared she must have been, pregnant considering how strict our father was. Atleast something sensible and good came out of all of it, Kyla. She was beautiful. And I wanted to get to know her, she was innocent in all this. Maybe I could also give my sister a chance, i didn't even know who got her pregnant, who kyla's father was. I don't know how long I laid there before I drifted off to sleep. I woke up to loud noises clearly coming from downstairs..i could hear Damia
Hope. Damian sat across from me with a huge grin on his face, chomping on a piece of sausage. I tore my bread into pieces and glared at him. He was gloating. Fucking gloating. The broken she'll of a man from Las night was gone if my inner thighs weren't swollen I would have thought I imagined the whole thing. He was back to being the smug arrogant man he was, acting like a few hours ago he wasn’t buried deep inside me. “I hate you.” i hissed more so to myself given that I didn't think he would have heard me. I hated myself more. How could I have done what I did? How in hell had I enjoyed it, having sex with him? He had made me cum three times. Three times! I had felt… Fuck, what had I felt for him? The man had made me cum, that was all. Any feelings were physical. Sexual. “You liked me just fine a little while ago.” He bit into a piece of Nutella smeared toast, a little of the chocolate paste sticking to the side of his mouth. He wiped it with his thumb then made a show of l
The doorman said. I don’t think it was the same one that had been here when I’d skulked out on Saturday morning…thank God. “Good afternoon,” I told him. “I was hoping that you could call up to Mr. Romo Romalatti’s penthouse and let him know that Alana is here to see him.” “Yes Miss, I can do that. Please have a seat and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back with you.” I took a seat on one of the plush, off-white couches in the lobby. They were arranged around pretty glass tables with expensive looking vases full of flowers. I sat there and watched all the designer clothing clad people bustle back and forth while I waited. Suspiciously, I wondered how many of them were linked to the mob. “Miss?” The doorman brought me back to reality. “Yes?” “Mr. Romalatti asked me to send you up. He said that he’s in a meeting in the conference room next door but you should make yourself comfortable in the suite.” “Okay, thank you so much.” The doorman put me in an elevator that he said
He was a passive-aggressive son of a bitch. Shooting someone in the eyes meant, “I’m watching you,” in our world. I honestly had no idea who it could be that wanted to send me a message so desperately that they would kill my best friend to do it. “Sit down, Sammie.” Tony told me. I took a seat at the table with the others and Tony said, “Does anyone know of any beefs against us?” Everyone looked around the table and when no one said anything I asked, “Why are the Gambino’s absent?” “Carmine is still put off by the fact I won’t consider that fat fuck christopher for boss. He sent word that he couldn’t make it, made up some stupid fucking excuse so I couldn’t accuse him of disrespect, but we all know why he’s not here,” Tony said. Tony’s voice was getting raspier and he seemed like he had a lot harder time breathing every time I saw him. He was dying of throat cancer….but only he and I knew that. The Christopher he spoke so disdainfully of was the son of Carmine Gambino. Carmine ha
129. I wanted to punch him for calling me sweetheart. What was with all of these suddenly over-familiar men? I picked up the photo and underneath it was another…it was one of Sammie and I walking arm in arm into the Glass Towers. It was stamped with Friday night’s date. The elevator Nate and I were riding in stopped and the doors slid open on my floor. I felt like my heels were glued down and I couldn’t move. To my horror, Nate had to take me by the arm and lead me out of the elevator. I think I was in some kind of mini-shock state. I found myself standing in the hallway, still gaping at the photos in my hand. Feeling sick to my stomach, I picked up the next photo and the last one was the best. It was a photo of me in Friday night’s clothes and a flagrant case of bed-head, getting into the back seat of Sammie’s limousine. The photo was clearly stamped with Saturday morning’s date. “What—Where---Why are you having Sammie followed?” I finally spit out.
128. After about an hour of that, I made myself a pot of coffee…it was going to be a long day. It had been three days since Alana had walked out. I had made a grave mistake by allowing myself the pleasure of making love to her when she was too drunk to have the capacity to consent. I truly hadn’t meant for that to happen. I tried to tell myself that I was beyond the point of rational thought as well, but truthfully I wasn’t drunk, at least not from the alcohol. I was intoxicated by her. I’d been researching her and watching her for so long…every fantasy I’d had for the past year had been wrapped up in Alana. I had just completely lost my mind the moment I was actually allowed to touch her. The fact that she was allowing me to, and even encouraging it had really sent me over the edge. It was wrong though…I was wrong. I knew from the time I’d spent watching her that she wasn’t a big drinker, and she definitely didn’t sleep around. I should have had more respec
127. Sammie had stood there looking at me after I’d pulled back. I remember that he had this really sexy grin on his face and instead of being angry, I was turned on. I had smiled back….I think and then I’d put my hands around his neck again and pulled myself back up to continue the kiss. I slid my tongue back into his mouth and that time he sucked on it. It was erotic. His hands were all over me and as I washed my body and slid my palms along my sides and across my breasts I shuddered at the memory. We started stripping each other at that point, a little at a time while we kissed. I could feel his erection pressed up against my hip and I remember that when I moaned he had whispered in my ear so close that I felt his hot breath: “Just you wait, Bella. I’m going to make sure that it’s the best you ever had.” The sound of his voice and the feel of his breath against my ear sent me into another frenzy. In the shower, my hand drifte
126. “We would act as a couple so that no one wondered about my meetings with a reporter, and we could avoid the fear of getting caught if we tried to sneak around and communicate secretly. You could also be a part of “family” events and get to see and know the people that we’ll be “talking” about first hand. This won’t be a week-long process, Bella. This organization was hundreds of years in the making. It’ll take years to break it open.” I was glad I had finished my meal already…I would have choked on it. Years? This guy was nuts if he thought I would agree to be his fake fiancé for years. I stood up and picked up my purse. Sammie stood up as well. For a second, remembering where I was and who I was with, a dagger of fear stabbed me in my chest. He must have seen it on my face because he stepped to the side, clearing my path to the door. He wasn’t going to force me to do this. I was ashamed of myself for putting myself in a position where t
125. “With clothes on,” she said. I laughed and said, “Yes, I’m going right now to get dressed, then I’ll order breakfast.” She only nodded, but she hadn’t let go of the doorknob. I half expected her to be gone when I got back, but to my delight and relief, she wasn’t. I found her sitting on the sofa looking out the window. I sat down in the chair across from her and smiled. She shot me a look that should by all rights have set me on fire. “Was this all some big pick-up game to you?” she asked. “A pick-up game? No, Bella. We both had too much to drink. I’m not normally a heavy drinker and last night I was looking for some liquid courage. Once you report what I have to tell you, life as I know it is going to implode. I wouldn’t have had the audacity to expect that a woman like you would ever want to be with a man like me.” She raised an eyebrow, obviously not convinced. I wish she could see inside of my head because I meant every word. I know what I am. I’ve known sinc
124. I woke up in a strange place, in a strange bed, next to an extremely hot – and gloriously naked – strange man. …What happened last night? My mouth tasted like cotton and I had an icky sweet taste in my mouth that literally made me want to vomit. My stomach felt bloated, my head was pounding and I couldn’t hold my trembling hands still if I tried. There was light streaming in from the giant windows that surrounded the bed and it was doing nothing but making my head pound worse and darkening my already foul mood. I sat up slowly, not wanting to wake the strange bedfellow next to me. I tried to shake out my hair, but it was a tangled mess. The motion of sitting up had made me nauseated and once again I had the feeling that I was going to throw up. I looked around me, wondering where the bathroom was. I was humiliated enough just waking up here, the last thing I wanted to do was hurl all over hot guy. I needed to get the hell out of here. I slipped out of the bed and st
123. Even not knowing exactly what Shane had planned for her, Mia was still relieved to see him when he entered the basement two days after Wallace had taken her from the street. Her first thought was he looked like hell. His normally robust tanned skin was pale, and his face looked gaunt, though he couldn’t have lost much weight in the four days since she’d seen him, even with a gunshot wound. Her gaze darted to the sling encasing his left arm, where she could see the bulky bandage covering most of the left side of his chest and clavicle underneath the thin fabric of his T-shirt. It was insane, but she had to physically bite her tongue to keep from asking how he felt and fretting over him being out of the hospital already. The reality of her position and situation made it easier to rein in the concern. She lay on the cold concrete, naked as the day she was born, with her hands cuffed to her ankles, which were spread by a metal bar. It was an obscene, undignified pose, b