Anna's simple life changes the moment Mr.Donovan states in his will that she is to marry his only son Damien Donovan the sole heir to The Donovan Media. The late Williams Donovan left a very shocking last wish in his will stating that for Damien to inherit his properties he must marry the daughter of their Chauffeur, a woman he has never met. Damien Donovan the playboy of Seattle has always had his way in life due to the affluence and wealth of his late father. He is well known for his promiscuous ways in the whole of Seattle. The last thing he wants is to get married but he has no choice but to marry Anna the daughter of his driver according to his father’s last wish in his will. Anna is confused as to why her father's employer has made such a request and finds it very difficult to navigate her new life as the wife of the most popular business tycoon and playboy Damien Donovan. Their marriage stands the test of time when Nicholas Romanos the ruthless mafia lord of the Romano Clan comes into Anna’s life. In Damien's world where he believes money can buy anything, will his marriage to Anna be just a fulfilment of his father’s last wish?
View MoreDAMIENThe warmth of her body against mine lingers even as I lie awake, staring at the ceiling. Anna is asleep again, her breath slow and steady, her fingers still loosely curled around my hand as if she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she lets go.But I know she won’t sleep peacefully for long. Not with what I have to tell her.The weight of it presses down on me like a stone.Lola.How the hell do I tell my wife that I had her childhood best friend arrested?I exhale sharply and turn onto my side, watching Anna’s face in the dim light. She looks too exhausted to handle another heartbreak. But I know I can’t keep this from her.She deserves to know.And it’s going to hurt her.The sun spills through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Anna stirs beside me, stretching slightly before her eyes flutter open. She blinks up at me sleepily, a small smile touching her lips."Morning," she murmurs."Morning, baby," I say, brushing a strand of hair from her face.She nestles closer, r
DAMIENThe bar is dimly lit, the golden glow from the overhead lights reflecting off the half-empty glass of whiskey in front of me. I swirl the liquid absentmindedly, my thoughts far away from this place. Across from me, Evans leans back in his seat, his gaze fixed on me as if he can see straight through my mind."Talk to me, man," he says, breaking the silence. "You're drowning in your thoughts."I exhale sharply, rubbing my temples. "How do I even begin?""The beginning is always a good place."I let out a dry chuckle, shaking my head. "The beginning? If you had told me months ago that I'd be sitting here, thinking about a woman about Anna the way I am now, I would have laughed in your face."Evans smirks, taking a sip of his drink. "And yet, here you are, married and completely whipped."I shoot him a look, but he isn’t wrong. I lean back in my seat, staring into the darkened corners of the bar as memories flood in."When my father’s last wish made me marry her," I begin, my voice
DAMIENI sit on the edge of our bed, Anna’s tearful confession still echoing in my mind. Every word she shared about Lola, every betrayal she uncovered it’s a storm I’m barely holding back. She’s asleep now, her breathing shallow but steady. I don’t even dare to move too far; I’ve kept one hand on hers all night just to feel her warmth and reassure myself that she’s here, safe for now.But I’m not okay.Lola. Vanessa.Nicholas.The names feel like poison, burning through my veins. How could the person Anna trusted be so vile, so calculating? And to think Lola sent that text, the one that had Anna breaking down on the phone. My jaw tightens at the memory.I glance at the clock on my nightstand. It’s 3:42 a.m., but there’s no way I’m sleeping tonight.I carefully slip my hand from Anna’s and get out of bed, pulling on a sweater. My mind is already running scenarios, plans, and ways to quietly and efficiently end this. If I have to burn bridges or make enemies for life to protect her, so
DAMIENI'm greeted by a cacophony of voices when I step into Donovan Firm's sleek, glass-walled office. The bustling energy of the building, the hum of conversations, and the soft click of keyboards contrast starkly with the quiet, intimate world I’ve shared with Anna for the past two weeks.“Welcome back, Mr.Donovan,” my assistant, Jasmine, says brightly. “It’s good to see you again.”“Thank you, Jasmine,” I reply, adjusting my cufflinks. “What’s on the agenda for today?”She hands me a tablet with my packed schedule: " I have a strategy meeting with the board at 10, a financial review at 11:30, and a client luncheon at 1. You also have a meeting with the legal team at 3 and a call with our European branch at 5.”I suppress a sigh. It’s a packed day, but I expected no less after being away for two weeks.As I stride through the open office floor, I catch snippets of hushed whispers.“Did you hear about Mr. Donovan? His wife was kidnapped!”“I heard she’s been traumatised ever since.
ANNAThe morning is serene. Golden sunlight streams through the windows, painting our room in soft hues. Damien, still half-asleep, has his arm draped across my waist, pulling me close. His breathing is steady and comforting, and I savour the warmth of his presence.“Good morning, Mrs.Donovan,” he murmurs, his voice rich and deep, laced with the remnants of sleep.I smile, running my fingers through his messy hair. “Good morning, Mr. Donovan.”He lifts his head slightly, his piercing blue eyes meeting mine. “How are you feeling today? Better?”“I am,” I reply, leaning into the safety of his embrace. “Because of you.”Damien tilts my chin, his lips brushing against mine in a tender kiss. “I’ll always protect you, Anna. No matter what.”His phone buzzes, shattering the peaceful moment. He groans, reaching for it reluctantly.“Work?” I ask, though I already know the answer.“Yeah,” he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I have a meeting I can’t postpone. But I hate leaving you.”I cup
DAMIENA scream shatters the silence of the night. It’s sharp, raw, and filled with so much pain that it jolts me upright in bed. My heart pounds as I turn to Anna, who’s thrashing wildly, caught in the grip of a nightmare. Her cries are broken and desperate, her hands clawing at the air as though fighting off invisible demons.“Anna!” I call out, shaking her gently. “Baby, wake up. It’s just a dream. Wake up!”She doesn’t respond. Her face is damp with sweat, and tears streak down her cheeks as she sobs in her sleep. The sight of her like this a mixture of fear and vulnerability feels like a punch to the gut.“Baby,” I say again, my voice softer but urgent, as I gather her trembling form into my arms. “It’s me, Damien. I’m here. You’re safe.”Her eyes snap open, wild and unfocused before they lock onto mine. She doesn’t seem to recognize me for a second, her body stiff and trembling. Then, like a dam breaking, she collapses against me, sobbing uncontrollably.“I couldn’t get away,” s
ANNAThe car glides to a halt in front of the house, and I spot Miss Rosie standing on the porch, her face etched with worry and hope. Her hands are clasped tightly in front of her, her lips moving silently as though in prayer. The moment Damien steps out of the car and rounds to my side, she’s already descending the steps, rushing toward us like a mother hen reuniting with her chicks.Damien helps me out of the car, his touch firm yet tender. The cool evening breeze brushes against my skin, but his hand is a source of steady warmth, grounding me in this surreal moment of finally being home.“Anna!” Miss Rosie exclaims, throwing her arms around me the moment my feet touch the ground. Her embrace engulfs me, a warm, maternal cocoon I didn’t realize I needed until now. “My child, you’re home! Oh, you’re home.”The floodgates break. I sob into her shoulder, clutching onto her as though letting go would send me back to the nightmare I’d just escaped. “Miss Rosie,” I manage between gasps,
DAMIEN The low hum of the private jet’s engines fills the cabin as we finally leave New York behind. My body aches, and my arm burns where the bullet grazed me, but none of that matters. Anna is seated beside me, her fingers clutching mine like a lifeline. I haven’t let her out of my sight since the rescue, and I have no intention of doing so now.Evans stands a few feet away, speaking in low tones with Don Emilio. They’re strategizing the next steps, but my focus is entirely on Anna. She’s wrapped in a soft blanket, her face pale and her eyes hollow. Even though the ordeal is over, the scars are fresh.“Damien,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the engines.I turn to her immediately. “I’m here my baby,” I say, squeezing her hand gently.She leans her head against my shoulder, her body trembling slightly. “I don’t know how to thank you,” she murmurs.I kiss the top of her head softly. “You don’t have to thank me,” I reply. “You’re my wife. I’d walk through hell to keep you
ANNAThe rumble of the boat engine fades as Nicholas’s men drag me into yet another damp, cold hideout. My body is trembling from exhaustion, starvation, and the relentless torment Nicholas has inflicted. The faint glimmer of hope I’d held onto is almost extinguished. Every door feels like another step closer to death, but I can’t stop thinking about Damien. Despite everything, his face, voice, and promise to protect me keep me clinging to life.Nicholas’s dark laugh breaks through my thoughts. He stands by the window, barking orders into his phone, his frustration palpable. Something has rattled him.“Boss,” one of his men mutters, stepping inside with a nervous glance. “They’re close. Gusavo’s men are closing in on the docks.”Nicholas’s eyes snap to the henchman, and his jaw tightens. “Gusavo…” he hisses like the name is venom on his tongue. “That rat. Fine. Let them come. I’ll burn this place to the ground with every one of them inside.”The man hesitates. “And… her?” He nods towa
ANNA.“Am I speaking with Miss Anna ?” a voice across my phone asked.“Yes. Who am I speaking with, please?“I am Attorney Luis Davis from A and A Law Consult Seattle.” My heart skipped a beat since I had no association with a law firm so I am wondering why the call.“Hello?”“Erm, yeah I am. What’s the issue, please? Have I done anything wrong? I am quite confused that’s all.”“Miss.Anna you have nothing to worry about. I am calling to have an important conversation with you,” he said.“Alright, what’s it about?”I ask, sounding a bit curious now.“Well, Mr Williams Donovan requested that I have a meeting with you to discuss something very important with you. He mentioned that you should visit my office with your father who was his driver for this meeting.”“Okay but can I know what exactly this meeting is about?”, I asked.“ I am sorry Miss Anna this is very confidential information which can not be discussed over the phone and without the presence of your father.”Mr Luis replied war...
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