AUTHOR POV Abigail walked into Damian’s room and found him sitting on the balcony, gazing out at the city skyline, he was holding a glass whiskey. She approached quietly, not wanting to startle him. “Hey, Damian,” she said softly, leaning against the doorframe. Damian turned to look at her, while taking a sip from the glass in his hands, seeing her brought back a lot of painful memories, he couldn’t get the image of her having sex with another.She cheated on him, but he didn’t want to tell her he knew about it Damian's gaze shifted away from Abigail, his jaw clenched as he struggled to contain the turmoil churning within him. He took another sip of whiskey, the burn of the alcohol offering a fleeting distraction from the ache in his chest. Abigail watched him carefully, sensing the tension in the air but unable to pinpoint its source. "Mind if I join you?" she asked, her voice gentle.Damian's grip tightened around the glass, his knuckles turning white. He wanted to tell her about
AUTHOR POV Abigail walked into her room, she felt the world was crashing down her felt tears streaming down her eyesAbigail collapsed onto her bed, the weight of Damian's rejection crashing down on her like a tidal wave. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, each one a silent testament to the pain and regret consuming her from within. She buried her face in her hands, her sobs muffled by the emptiness of her room.Everything she had built with Damian, every moment of happiness and laughter, now lay shattered at her feet. She had betrayed his trust, shattered his heart, and now she was left to bear the consequences of her actions alone.The room felt suffocating, the walls closing in around her like a prison of her own making. She wanted to scream, to rage against the unfairness of it all, but no sound escaped her lips except for the choked sobs that wracked her body.In that moment, Abigail felt utterly alone. Alone with her guilt, her remorse, and the crushing weight of her mistakes
AUTHOR POV Hailey’s expression remained unchanged, her gaze unwavering as she listened to her friend’s confession. Though she felt a pang of sadness for Abigail’s pain, she made a conscious effort to remain calm and supportive.“Okay, but what kind of cheat and with whom, and you didn’t tell me you and Damian was dating, you only said, you have feelings for Damian and my cousin Drew” Hailey said“I was drunk and I had sex with Drew.”Abigail said tears dripping down her cheek, Hailey was upset, Hailey’s expression hardened, her eyes narrowing with a mixture of anger and betrayal. “Are you serious, Abigail? You slept with Drew? My own cousin? And you didn’t even have the decency to tell me you and Damian were dating?” Her voice dripped with venom as she spoke, her frustration boiling over. “You know he is my cousin and he has been through a lot, yet you had sex with him when you know you’re in love with Damian , How could you be so selfish?” Her words cut through the air like a knife,
AUTHOR POV Hailey didn't respond, her mind still reeling from the betrayal she had just learned of. As she watched Abigail walk away, she couldn't help but wonder if their friendship would ever be able to weather the storm that had been unleashed. Only time would tell.“Take me to him, you remember I haven’t met him before .” Hailey said “Yes you are right, he doesn’t even know you, so anything you say to him now doesn’t mean anything to him.” Abigail said with a sad look.“Yeah” Hailey replied, she was still upset, but Abigail was her friend she can’t stay mad at her for too long.She looked at Abigail with sympathy on her eyesAs Hailey looked at Abigail, her heart softened with empathy. Despite the betrayal, Abigail was still her friend, and seeing her in such distress stirred a sense of compassion within her. With a sigh, Hailey reached out and gently squeezed Abigail’s hand, offering silent reassurance amidst the turmoil.“Let’s go talk to him,” Hailey said softly, her voice a m
AUTHOR POV Abigail nodded again, her resolve hardening as she steeled herself for the task ahead. She would make amends for her mistake, no matter the cost. But deep down, a seed of doubt began to sprout within her. How much longer could she deceive the man she had come to truly love?Little did Abigail know that Damian has been following her ever since the call she had with her father, in fact he was curious to know, the plan of Abigail and her father, Damian hide behind the door to listen to their conversation.He was hurt and felt betrayed, though Abigail cheated on him, he still loved her, when she apologized to him and left he went to her room to tell her he forgive her but only to hear her call with her father, based on his special abilities he could hear what Abigail’s father was saying, he followed Abigail out of curiosity.He was surprised by what Abigail was doing, he knew most people get close to him, for their own benefit, he just didn’t expect that Abigail never loved hi
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
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