DAMIAN POV"Sir the business associates from China would be arriving soon" Brianna my secretary said trying to hasten her steps to match mine "When?" I asked dipping my hands into my pockets "They were supposed to be here by tomorrow but the weather forecast said their would be heavy thunderstorms tomorrow" she paused studying my facial expression to see if she should continue I nod slightly "So they might not make it tomorrow but they would surely be here a day after" she continued "Okay, anything else?" "No Sir Damian" she answered "Alright" with that I walked into my office I'm Damian, well as you know, the same beast who killed his girlfriend and her father, the youngest billionaire of my time with chains of businesses at the snap of my fingers I'm a quiet, ruthless person Call me cold or whatever you like but I am what I am...If you cross my path I can kill you too…I pick a file from the pile of files on the table and carefully flipped through it....ABBY POVI sip fro
ABBY POVI stared at the man with a well muscled chest, I can see that from the suit He looked so good in the short boxed beard around his jaw He turned, its as if he turned to look at me His pair of green orbs pierced through my skin giving me goose bumps This is the kind of perfection I need!'I want to have a child for him!' My subconsciousness yelled 'But how do I do that' I thought I need to seduce himI whispered into the barboy's ear he nodded and went to carry out what I asked him to do The green eyed god looked at me I batted my eyelashes and bit my lips seductively...He stared at me for a while and smiled walking towards my direction he sat on the bar stool next to me 'Fuck that was kinda easy' "One shot of brandy please" he said I signalled the barboy on what to do He poured the the liquid into green eyed god's glass He poured the liquid into his mouth "Hey I'm Abigail" I smiled seductively putting my hand forward for a hand shake.He gave me a strange look I
DAMIAN POV"Aah" I groaned as I opened my eyes My vision is blurry...I'm still hungover from last night...Speaking of last night...Where is that sexy diva?...I stretched my hand to the side were she laid yesterday...I touched 'space'...I turned, she's not there...Where the fuck has she gone to?...I sprung up from the bed tying the bed sheet around my waist..Where is she?..I may have been drunk last night but I know that I had the perfect sex of all time yesterday...But...but...I can't remember how my sexy diva looked like...I can't place my hands on who she is, How she looked, the dress she wore....all I remember is she has the same name with my ex girlfriend Abigail, whom I killed"Shit!" I cursed I walked into the bathroom and freshened up I came out and picked the receiver of the landline to call the hotel workers to get me what to wearThey come in some minutes later with fresh clothes in their hands...I dressed up and walked out of the club with my stuffs I ente
ABBY POVI smiled satisfactorily and happily as I walked out of the hospital...You can guess why I'm happy..I'm fucking pregnant!...I'm so happy right now...I have to take a step forward now...I don't know if I should stay in NY or move to another city...."""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""DAMIAN I smiled as I scrolled down my laptop...I'm all over the internet againI'm now on the number 20 spot of the richest man in the worldPeople have been calling to congratulate me..Even some fake mother fuckers My phone rang...It's mom "Heyy mommy" I greeted She giggled "how are you son" "I'm fine ma" I answered "Now that you have skipped 7 spots to 20..." She paused "When I are you going to get married?!" She suddenly yelled "Ouchh...I didn't expect that mom" I whined "What were you expecting? Congratulations? Of course congrats son but go get married, if you are not married who would use the money you have made?" I carefully dropped my phone on the table and cont
DAMIAN POV'Where's that lady I had s!x with a week ago?'Its as if she took a part of meI'm in love with someone I can't remember her face, I can’t believe I fall in love with a stranger who has the same name with my dead ex, what is wrong with me I thought I promise never to love again, but I Just can’t help itI tried to remember her face severally All I see is blurriness and sound of our bodies slapping against each other in a sweet rhythmWhy can't I remember her? I sighed and continued with my work ABBY POV"Mom I'm pregnant" I told my mother on phone "Finally, honey come the lord has touched our daughter's mind" my mother screamed I giggled "Where is he?" She asked "who?" "The father of course" "Ohhh, he's here" I say I arranged with somebody to act as the father of my 'billionaire child' He's name is Mark.."Then lets have a video call" she saidI groaned inwardly "Okay mom" I said and hung up I turned to Mark "Mom is about to video call" "Okay..I'm ready" he
ABBY POVI yawned as I got up from the bed I looked around scrutinizing my new apartment I really need to do some arrangements and pack up I took of to start arranging I have an appointment to secure ****I finished arranging and ordered Chinese meal I ate and dash into the bathroom I took my bath and dressed up in a white short sleeved shirt and a black slip skirt. Glad that my baby bump is not out yet.I applied light make up. Satisfied with my look I took a black bag and head to the elevator****"Drop it over there" I ordered the delivery boy I ordered baby things."Thank you" I said giving him his fee He bowed and left.I sighed and slumped on the couch nearest to me. I'm so exhausted from work.I got a job in a hotel on a condition that I would stop once my baby bump becomes damn big. I have no choice than to accept it.I'm still scouting for other jobs though I walked into the kitchen, I groaned realising that I have not shopped for groceries and food stuffs.I guess I
ABBY POVI gathered my tools as I closed for the day.Then I remembered that Shreya invited me to her party. I power on my phone the battery is low i should have charged it since but it's too late, I need to leave for the party.★★I finished dressing up, picked up my tools and entered the elevator.I walked out as the elevator doors slid open. I hailed a taxi to the scheduled place, paid the fare and knocked on the big gate in front of the house.The house looked so big.The gate was open by a boy."Who and what are you looking for?" He asked."Uhm--i was invited by Shreya to her pool party" I answered."What poo--' "Yeah I invited her to my pool party" Shreya cut the cute boy."Welcome Abby" she grinned letting me in.I feel something is off here. Cos there are no people close to the pool and its almost time for the party to begin."That's the pool over there--my friends would be here soon, hurry up" she said.I took out my tools and began to work.I finished cleaning the pool and
GERALD POVI read through the file my private detective gave me. Shreya still hasn't gotten over Damian. I chuckled 'she can be an instrument' Damian, Shreya and I met 3 years ago at a bar, I had liked Shreya then but she was head of heel I love with Damian who I'm sure hadn't notice she liked him. Damian has always been getting the best things than me. I'm rich business man but not half way near Damian. We were rivals since 3 years ago up till now. "Thanks for the information you'll receive your pay soon" I told the private detective He smiled "thank you sir" and left """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""DAMIAN POV"Okay mom, I'll come over soon" I said to my mom on phone "Bye mom". I hanged the call and sighed.My mind drifts off to the Angel that captured my heart. I know I should get a detective to get me some tangible information on her but I have no clue about her not even her face. Besides i'on wanna cause a scene. 'I'm such a mess' """"""""""""""""""""""
ABIGAIL’s POVGuilt gnawed at me, its sharp claws tearing at my conscience. The memory of Damian’s pleading eyes haunted me, but every time I tried to focus on him, my thoughts drifted back to Bastian. The way he made me feel, the fire he ignited within me, was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.I wandered aimlessly through the halls, lost in a fog of confusion and regret. But as the night wore on, guilt began to mingle with another, more primal feeling—a longing I couldn’t suppress. Bastian’s words echoed in my mind, challenging me, stirring something deep inside.Without fully understanding why, I found myself outside his door. My hand trembled as I reached for the handle, my heart pounding in my chest. I pushed it open and stepped inside, my resolve wavering.Bastian looked up from where he sat, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before it melted into a knowing smile. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?”I hesitated for a moment, then crossed the room in a few quick strides, my
Meanwhile, Damian paced the hallways of the house, his mind in turmoil. The confrontation with Abigail had left him shaken. He had hoped that bringing her and Zion back to the house would mend the rift between them, but Bastian’s brutal honesty had only widened it.Damian couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Abigail’s anger and hurt were palpable, and he knew he needed to find a way to make things right. He decided to check on her, hoping to find a moment of calm to talk things through.As he approached Bastian’s room, he heard muffled voices and his heart sank. He recognized Abigail’s voice, but the tone was different—soft, intimate. He pushed open the door slightly and his worst fears were confirmed.There, on Bastian’s bed, were Abigail and his brother, locked in a passionate embrace. The sight of them together sent a wave of rage and betrayal crashing over him. He wanted to storm in, to tear them apart, but he knew it would only make things worse.Damian backed awa
ABIGAIL POVI tried to pull away, but the fire in his eyes and the heat of his touch made it difficult. “Bastian, I can’t—”He silenced me with a kiss, his lips hungry and demanding. I struggled for a moment, my mind screaming that this was wrong, but my body betrayed me, responding to his touch.“Bastian, we can’t do this,” I whispered, breaking the kiss.He looked at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Why not? You deserve to feel good, Abigail. Let go, just this once.”I hesitated, torn between my loyalty to Damian and the burning need I felt. Bastian’s hands roamed my body, igniting a fire within me that I couldn’t extinguish.“Please, Abigail,” he murmured against my neck. “Let me make you forget, just for tonight.”The sound of his voice, the feel of his hands, it all became too much. My resolve crumbled, and I surrendered to the moment. Bastian lifted me onto the bed, his touch gentle yet insistent.As he undressed me, I felt a mix of guilt and anticipation. I knew this was wrong,
As the months passed, the wounds of betrayal began to heal, albeit slowly. Abigail and I worked tirelessly to rebuild our relationship, and though it was never easy, our love for each other and for Zion gave us the strength to persevere.Margaret, sensing that her influence over me had waned, became increasingly bitter and isolated. She no longer held the power she once did, and her attempts to come between us grew more desperate and transparent.One evening, as the sun set over our home, Abigail and I sat on the porch, watching Zion play in the yard. There was a sense of peace that had been missing for so long, and for the first time in months, I felt a glimmer of hope.“Damian,” Abigail said softly, her hand resting on mine. “I know we’ve been through so much, and I know that things will never be exactly the same. But I want you to know that I see the effort you’re making, and I appreciate it.”I turned to her, my heart swelling with gratitude. “Abigail, I love you more than anythin
The days that followed were a blur of guilt and despair. Abigail refused to speak to me, and Zion’s once-bright eyes were filled with confusion and hurt. The trust and love that had bound us together seemed irreparably damaged.Margaret, ever the opportunist, tried to seize the moment to draw me closer. But every touch, every whisper, only served to remind me of the betrayal I had committed.“Damian,” she purred one evening, her hand tracing circles on my chest. “We could be happy together. We could start anew.”I pushed her away, my voice filled with anger and regret. “This isn’t what I want, Margaret. I made a terrible mistake, and I need to fix it.”Her eyes flashed with anger. “Fix it? How? Abigail will never forgive you.”“Maybe not,” I said, standing up. “But I have to try. I love her and Zion more than anything. What happened between us was a mistake.”Margaret’s face twisted with rage. “You’re a fool, Damian. She’ll never take you back.”“Maybe,” I replied, my resolve hardenin
The weeks that followed our victory over the witches were tense. The fragile peace in our household was constantly under threat, and Margaret seemed to be at the center of it. Her presence was a constant reminder of the past and the dangers we still faced. But beneath her cold exterior, she harbored a burning desire—a desire for me that had never faded.One evening, as Abigail and Zion slept soundly, I found myself alone in the study, the weight of recent events heavy on my mind. The door creaked open, and Margaret stepped in, her eyes glinting with a predatory gaze.“Damian,” she said softly, her voice like velvet. “You seem troubled.”I looked up, my guard momentarily lowered. “Just thinking about everything that’s happened. The witches, the artifact, the danger we’re still in.”Margaret moved closer, her movements smooth and deliberate. “You carry so much on your shoulders. It’s not fair.”I sighed, rubbing my temples. “It’s my responsibility. I have to protect Abigail and Zion.”S
The journey back home was filled with a sense of triumph and exhaustion. We had accomplished what seemed impossible, but the cost had been high. Our alliance had grown stronger, forged in the fires of battle.When we finally reached home, Abigail and Zion ran out to greet us. Abigail’s eyes were filled with relief and pride as she hugged me tightly. “You did it.”“We all did,” I said, looking at our gathered allies. “We couldn’t have done it without everyone’s help.”Zion looked up at me, his eyes wide with admiration. “Daddy, are the bad witches gone?”I knelt down, ruffling his hair. “Yes, buddy. They’re gone. You’re safe now.”Bastian and Margaret joined us, their faces weary but satisfied. “We need to stay vigilant,” Bastian said. “The witches might be weakened, but they won’t give up.”“We’ll be ready,” Abigail said firmly. “We’ve proven that together, we can face anything.”As the days turned into weeks, life began to return to a semblance of normalcy. We continued to train and
As we approached the witches’ territory, the atmosphere grew heavy with dark energy. Shadows seemed to move on their own, and the air was thick with the scent of decay. We moved cautiously, every sense alert for the slightest hint of danger.“We’re close,” Margaret whispered, her eyes scanning the area. “The artifact is hidden in a cave beneath the witches’ stronghold.”Lucian nodded, his vampire senses honed to a razor’s edge. “I’ll scout ahead. Keep low and stay quiet.”He vanished into the shadows, his movements almost imperceptible. We waited, the tension in the air palpable. Moments later, Lucian reappeared, his expression grim.“There’s a patrol up ahead. Five witches, heavily armed,” he reported.“We’ll have to take them out quietly,” Bastian said, his voice low. “Any noise could alert the entire stronghold.”We moved forward, our steps silent on the forest floor. The patrol came into view, their dark robes blending with the shadows. Bastian signaled, and we split up, surroundi
DAMIAN POVThe next few weeks were a flurry of activity as we prepared for the inevitable return of the witches. Our home became a fortress, fortified with both physical and magical defenses. Bastian and I continued to train Abigail, pushing her to her limits to ensure she was ready for anything.Our alliance with the other supernatural factions grew stronger, each group bringing their unique strengths to our cause. Lucian and his vampires provided surveillance and intelligence, their nocturnal nature making them perfect for night patrols. Alaric and the werewolves patrolled the forest, their keen senses alert for any sign of the witches.Margaret worked tirelessly on strengthening the protective wards and researching new spells to counter the witches’ magic. Her knowledge and dedication were invaluable, and despite our rocky past, I found myself trusting her more each day.One evening, as we gathered around the fire, a sense of camaraderie filled the air. We had become a family of so