Amy Leah POV..It hurt! It hurt a lot!There was no amount of pain to compare to what I felt both physically and emotionally at that moment. To think I was even preparing for my words if he wanted to know the truth. If he would like to ask about my relationship with Liam.Why the heck was I still a virgin after two years of marriage with him?I guessed I was not really important to him. Coz if I was, at least this significant moment in his life, he would spare a couple of minutes to listen to me.However, he didn't!He said he couldn't do it and just left. What a cruel experience to have your first time! From your first love! What an irony?!"Desmond, you are heartless!" I whispered while I curled myself into a ball.It would take time for me to heal this pain. It would take time to accept my fate in this world. As I was trying to forget about that harsh moment with him, my eyes which were once again dampened with tears finally got drowsy and ready to meet darkness..The next day,
The moment I opened my eyes, Desmond's paled and anxious look welcomed me. Although his cheeks had lost color, his eyes sparkled when he smiled at me."You're awake!" he uttered gently."Where am I?" I asked rather.His right hand held my hand that had an IV drip while his other hand stroked my hair. Then I remembered, I passed out in his embrace. The information he told me was too overbearing to handle that I lost consciousness."Hospital. Thank God you're awake now. You've fainted this morning!" he replied. Then he got up and pushed the nurse's call button. "My wife is awake now!" he authoritatively told the person on the other line.After about a couple of minutes, two nurses and a doctor came rushing in. They checked my pulse, my eyes, my heart rate, and the drip injected into my vein. Then the doctor nodded at Desmond."How are you feeling, Mrs. Zaborowski?" she asked."I'm hungry and thirsty!" I responded quickly and they all chuckled."Tell the cook to prepare a meal for Mrs. Z
I stayed in Playa Azul for a week. I heard from Dante, Desmond already went back to Zaborowski Villa three days ago. He had plenty of work left in de la Frontera Group and another hill of documents is waiting for him in his own company. I would like to help him but we couldn't just be together. It would always create either huge trouble or something else...something steaming hot!"Señorita, do you wanna relax for a while? Go to the mall or somewhere else?" Iñigo asked while Dante was listening. Iñigo was the designated driver today."No, Iñigo. I wanna rest and go to de la Frontera this afternoon. I need to see the recent works in the company!" I simply responded.Even if Desmond didn't want to help me as he promised, I had to learn to stand on my own. Our loyal staff relied on us. Therefore, with or without his guidance, I would run half of de la Frontera business alone."Does Desmond know you're going there, Mrs. Bailey?" it was Dante this time. He was sitting in the passenger seat,
That evening, I still prepared dinner even if I knew he was eating outside with Guinevere. Who cares if he would come home late?"He can even stay in that woman's flat if he wants!" my mumble, however, was loud even Donna who was cutting some peppers glanced at me."Señorita, did you say something?""Huh?! No, I didn't. I'm just hungry!" I replied, reticent to meet her prying gaze. "Hmm! Smells good. Can you taste it?" I funneled our conversation with the roasted Iamb I just removed from the oven to cut that asshole-bitch story off."Oh, yeah! Smells good!" she tried to slice a little of the meat and put it in her mouth, her visions shut as the enticing flavor of the meat touched her tongue. "Señorita, Desmond is so lucky to have you. If he still has the plan to let you go, he's foolish!" she giggled. "You're beautiful, kind, smart, and can cook. Those qualities are what men looking for in their women these days!"I chuckled at her short speech. "You know well we're ending this weird
Desmond POV..I rushed inside, my eyes were looking for her. But I saw Donna, Iñigo, and Dante instead. "Did she eat?" I asked, my eyes glued to my housekeeper who was grinning from ear to ear."Hmp! See it for yourself!" she replied vaguely rather and turned around. She glanced over her shoulder her gesture was asking me to follow her which I obeyed at once.I was actually a bit anxious about her reaction to my cooking. My pride was challenged when Iñigo brought maratang to the hospital and she even rubbed the wound deeper upon mentioning her dead husband to my face. He was a damn billionaire and could cook, well, I could, too. He was good-looking and I was gorgeous according to the women who followed me around in Italy before. He was tall and so was I. Above all, he was already lying cold six feet under and I was still standing on my two legs taking pleasure in the beauty around me.However, there's just one stuff that I wasn't confident enough about. My place in her heart."Aren'
Hmm! Her lips tasted so sweet I couldn't get enough of it. I wanted more, more of her. My hand that was holding the back of her head crawled down to her hips supporting her heart-shaped bottom. When she wrapped her hands around my neck and tiptoed her feet, I carried and wrapped her legs around my waist, our lips never cut the connection off. The kiss went deeper instead. After I pinned her to the wall, my lips released her now swollen lips and began nibbling the back of her ear tickling it and making her gasp.She tilted her head back giving me easier access to mark her more. Red bites now all over her neck going down to the valley of her twins as my teeth bit the buttons of her pajamas exposing her soft richness. I was like a starving wolf being deprived of meals for months and she was my mouthwatering prey being served on my bed.My bed! That sentence was recalled in my thoughts. Sure! Why not?! The bed was way better!Like running out of time, I immediately ambled to her bed while
Desmond POV..Fvck it!I wanted to punch Alden at the moment but it was not even his fault. Sh*t! My d*ck needed some rubbing for it fvcking hurt. Imagine a scenario where you were on cloud 9 and you just suddenly dropped to ground zero, that's what I felt right now."Where's he?!" my scowl met Alden's anxious look."He's in the dining room. Donna is serving him some snack!" he bowed his head while we both strode downstairs. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, he glanced back at me. "You know, President, I can cover you for 30 minutes and so if you want some relea~"I cut him off with my glare. "Just tell me why he unexpectedly went to New York and came here instead of staying in his daughter's flat!" I sternly uttered rather."Coz I miss you!" a strong manly voice butted in at the footsteps of the stairs. "And I have some matters to discuss with you that my daughter doesn't need to know!"I glanced at his stern and dignified look. Within just five years, this man had changed just like h
Amy Leah POV..I woke up late, too late that the bright sky was now greeting me as the sun's light sailed on my face. It was the last month of winter and it was still cold outside. I hugged myself with the quilt for a moment and just stared at the horizon from the window."Hey there, sunshine!" I smiled at the rays of the sun behind the clouds. "I had a wonderful sleep!" like a friend ready to listen, I whispered my thoughts and my emotions to the sky.Last night, I was dreaming of Desmond. He hugged me tight while we both lay down on this bed. A hug that screamed possessiveness. A hug that roared protection and safety. I felt safe being with him like no one would dare to hurt me. I felt the Desmond I had loved a long time ago. The Desmond who used to cosset me every time I cried. In my dream, we were lying on a bed of roses, just us exchanging sweet nothings with each other. And when I asked him the question I had been longing to hear, his answer fluttered my heart. Albeit it was j
After three months! . . It's spring! Flowers were blooming everywhere in the garden. The shades of red, yellow, pink, and white color the beautiful landscape Iñigo and Elsa had created. A tribute for their loyalty and care for me and my parents. We were still at Desmond's villa. I could always go back to our mansion, but the feeling of emptiness was still there. I felt like that big house was no longer the same home where I was born and raised. It was totally a stranger to me. I was watching the morning sunshine from the balcony of our room when a gentle knock disturbed my senses. "Come in!" that could be Elsa. "Señorita, we're ready!" indeed it was her. "Yes, Elsa. I'm also ready. This is it!" I gladly told her as I hugged her tight. Elsa was like a mother to me. She saw me grow up and she was also a witness of our love with Desmond. Speaking of my man, he must be waiting for me now. "Let's go then!" Elsa uttered with a smile. As we sauntered downstairs, we saw I
A soft warm peck on my lips made me moan as I opened my eyes and saw the person carrying me. I was like a baby lying on his lap. He was just staring at me, my man, worries were cleared on those mesmerizing orbs. "Hi?" I asked, a thin smile appeared on my face. "Hi!" he answered. "You scared me to death, you know that?!" then a sweet scolding. I chuckled at his cuteness, but he furrowed his brows at my response. "I'm sorry. How long was I asleep?" I asked not cutting my stares at him. "A couple of hours. Kota already left with Martin and Gwenny is with Adam. Everything is cleaned and fixed, sweetheart. We can go home now!" Desmond answered. I slowly got up as he gently held my back. "What about Donna, Elsa, Alden, and Dante?" I asked again worried something worse happened to them, especially Donna who had blood on the right side of her head when she shot Franco to death. "They're all fine. Donna is at the ward, resting. She's with the rest. Sweetheart, let's go home. You nee
I let out my loudest scream for help when the door banged open, followed by the figure of the man I would admit scared to see. It was Franco! His face displayed the darkest night I had ever seen. His eyes were flaming red to my vision, and his sneer was devouring me little by little. If there was a real face of a monster, it was him. "Don't come any closer, Franco!" my shock was cut in by Iñigo's deep voice. I could see the face of a man prepared to die with him. "Iñigo?!" I whispered with my trembling voice. I held the hem of his shirt as he moved forward, trying to shield me from the monster. "Old man!" even Franco's voice was scary. "You think you can frighten me with that lamp you're holding?" he laughed maniacally. I just noticed now, Iñigo was gripping the lamp he grabbed from the side table. I grasped his shirt tight, wrinkling the fabric, there's no way we could survive this dawn. Till I heard a loud gunshot and saw Iñigo's shoulder bleeding. I screamed, calling his
"You've failed me, Mrs. Amy Leah Zaborowski. You need to be punished!" he gritted his teeth while he was staring deeply at me. I shivered at the tension rising around us."Des, I- I""First, we have to get out of here!""But ~ But them!""Let Dante and the rest take care of the mess you've caused!" another sharp look before he pulled me up and led me to his car parked at the entrance.I glanced over my shoulder and saw Martin's men firing guns against Divina's goons. Screams and banging of furniture everywhere.It took us only an hour to arrive at Martin's villa. The way he maniacally drove his sports car was evidence that I was in complete trouble. He slammed the door after opening it ignoring that I was still inside."Desmond, let me explain!" my voice cracked as I followed him in quick stride. He wasn't just upset, he was mad.He aggressively turned around and yelled in my face. "You planned to deceive me by fucking me! You lied to me! What the heck were you thinking, Amy Leah?""D
Amy Leah POV.Months had passed....Everything was set. My plan to enter the lion's den was final. Over the past few months that I recuperated, I also asked Desmond to help me with some self-defense and how to hold a gun. At first, he was hesitant but I finally managed to get his approval. I told him it was for my own safety. The bodyguards he hired were not enough for me."Sweetheart, are you sure about this? Don't you really need us?" my husband asked after he rolled down beside me. We just had finished our lovemaking and I took control which to his surprise and satisfaction, he had no idea I could do it. Guess those months of training and building my strength paid off."Baby, I'm just gonna talk to Divina. The spy I assigned to the mansion is 100% sure she crept there every night once in three months to visit my dad's study room. There must be something important in that room that she can't get rid of or can't bring to her wherever she's hiding!" I confidently told him."All righ
"Ams, about that case, I can't help you anymore. I've been cut off!""I told you so!" Desmond interrupted making my eyes roll."Desmond, I need to speak with Adam alone, please!" I needed to get to the bottom of this. It was almost ten years and I couldn't wait for closure and justice. Justice for my father's name and George's death."No!" my husband urged."Desmond, please!""Amy Leah, you don't need to keep your talks with him a secret, okay? Remember, my parents were also victims of that fire...and my friend, Valerie!" the word Valerie came out only a whisper as he side-glanced at Adam who secretly took a glimpse of his reaction."Our best friend, Valerie!" Adam corrected."All right, no one wants to help me get closure. Then I guess I need to continue what I had originally planned!" I was losing my patience. I felt like I was left wandering alone in the dark wilderness."What?! No, Amy Leah. You almost got yourself killed!" Desmond uttered in a loud tone."Wait! I don't follow. Wh
I drove my way to where I was raised. The nest where I spent my childhood life. Although they were only strings of stories from my ex-fiance Warren and my best friend Kota, coz I couldn't still recall most of my memories, I had these weird feelings enveloping me upon stopping in front of this huge iron gate. Emptiness, grief, bliss, rage, and love. Most were love... I shook my head and bobbed it up and down as outlines of doodled past clouded my thoughts."Mom! Dad!" I whispered in the air.My eyes were deeply shut. My temples were pounding, and my head began to hurt like hell. Flashes of memories kept raging at the back of my head. Damn! I just wanted to scream and freak out.Till...A knock on my car window cleared my messy thought. I stared at the uniformed man deeply staring at me through the tinted window. He was checking who was inside.I removed my sunglasses and slowly rolled down the screen. Beads of sweat began emerging on my forehead and my breathing was unstable. But what
"Desmond, I thought you were working at home!" I immediately got my composure and strode toward him. I took a swift stare at the woman staring sternly at me. Martin's eyes were also fixed on me. These three were like, they were skinning me alive."Supposed to be but Martin told me you want to speak with him. Aren't you going to Dakota's flat?" Desmond's tone was flat and cold but beyond that I could feel rage."Been there and she told me that!" I shifted my glance at Martin. I needed to make a new lie. "Martin is blocked in their building. Is that true?" I questioned the mafia man.He cleared his throat first and nodded. The lady in the middle was stunned that her eyes would like to pop out."You're blocked? Martin, how could that be? Did that woman order the admin to do that!""FYI, her name is Dakota, missy!" I abruptly meddled glaring at her. She just stared back at me."Señorita, you might not remember me but we're friends. Well in a short while. I'm Guinevere Basile. Gwenny for s
Amy Leah POV.."Desmond, is that you?" the clock ticked 12, it was now midnight and Desmond just got home. Where had he been?"My bad, sweetheart. It's my fault. I invited Martin to have some drinks!" he hoarsely uttered.I could see his silhouette from the mounted lamp on the wall. His legs wobbled when he walked which only meant- he was drunk!I turned on the lights and the whole wide living room lit up. My man's shirt was a mess. His hair which was always combed well was disheveled. I rushed to his side when he was about to fall on the floor. Good thing his palm pressed the edge of the table by the door."Desmond, are you all right?" my worried voice made him lift his head and he was staring at me with unfathomable eyes. "Des!"He cupped my face, his thumb gently touching my lips. "I'm sorry for everything I've done to you in the past!" he uttered softly, I could feel the pain in his heart but I couldn't understand what he was saying."Des, let's go to bed, sweetheart!" I told hi