DAMIENThe gentle hum of the plane's engines fills the first-class cabin, but my mind is elsewhere. I glance at Anna beside me, noticing how pale she looks. She’s resting her head against the window, her eyes half-closed, breathing shallowly. Something's off, and it hits me with a pang of worry I didn’t expect.I lean in closer, my voice soft. “Baby, you okay?”She blinks slowly, her hand coming up to press against her temple. “I don’t feel too good,” she mutters, her voice weak. “I think... I might be getting sick.”My chest tightens. I wasn’t prepared to feel this much concern, to care this deeply. I reach out without thinking, gently rubbing a hand on her knee. “You need anything? Water? Maybe some ginger ale will help?”Anna shakes her head, eyes still closed, her hand resting limply in her lap. I don’t miss how her skin has taken on a faint sheen of sweat, or how she’s trying to keep it together.“Hey, baby, look at me,” I say gently, shifting to see her face more clearly. She op
ANNA The soft hum of the plane is the only thing keeping me from spiralling deeper into my thoughts. I sit there, staring out the window at the endless clouds, trying to focus on anything other than the storm raging inside me. The nausea from earlier has mostly subsided, but it’s nothing compared to the swirling emotions in my chest. Damien is sitting beside me, unusually quiet, and it’s making everything worse. The tension between us is suffocating, even as he tries to improve it.“Anna,” Damien says softly, breaking the silence. His voice is hesitant like he’s treading carefully. “Are you still feeling sick?”I turn to face him, his eyes full of concern. The genuine worry on his face makes it hard to stay distant, but I force myself to hold back. “I’m fine,” I reply, my voice flat. I don’t mean for it to sound cold, but it does.He doesn’t drop it. “You don’t look fine, baby.”There it is again that word. Baby. He’s called me that a few times now, and each time, it feels strange. F
ANNAAs the plane finally touches down in Seattle, I feel a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation. The last few days in the Maldives have been a whirlwind of emotions, and now, returning home feels surreal. I can’t shake the feeling that everything has changed—between Damien and me, between myself and the world.We disembark, and my first thought is how cold Seattle feels compared to the Maldives. I pull my jacket tighter around me as we walk through the private terminal. Everything is a blur, and I almost don’t notice the sleek convoy of cars waiting for us.But then, I stop. A Rolls-Royce? Followed by a couple of SUVs? My eyes widen, and I turn to Damien, who is walking beside me like this is just another normal day."Is this... for us?" I ask, my voice laced with disbelief."Yeah," he replies casually like he’s used to this level of grandeur. "It’s ours."I blink, trying to wrap my head around the idea that I’m about to step into a car that costs more than a house. "Is this... nor
DAMIEN“Damien!” she shouts, her voice sharp, almost furious. It echoes down the driveway, stopping me in my tracks.I turn, heart pounding, and see Vanessa storming toward me, her face a mask of anger. Anna’s figure stiffens just ahead of me, frozen mid-step. I see her hesitate, and instantly, she rushes inside the house, not saying a word.I can feel the weight of Vanessa’s gaze as she closes the distance between us. The knot in my stomach tightens, and I know whatever’s coming isn’t going to be good.“Vanessa, this isn’t the time,” I say through clenched teeth, glancing back at the house where Anna has disappeared.Vanessa doesn’t care. She’s livid, her eyes narrowing as she steps closer, not giving me an inch to breathe. “You think you can just brush me off like I’m nothing?” she snaps, her voice low but seething. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Damien? You can’t just cut me out of your life!”I sigh, trying to keep my voice steady. “Vanessa, you showing up like this isn
ANNA“Damienn!!!!” I scream, clutching my side as the sharpest pain I’ve ever felt rips through me. My vision blurs as a white-hot, stabbing sensation pulses through my body. I feel like I’m being torn apart from the inside. The world narrows to just the pain and the panic that follows it."Anna!" Damien’s voice cuts through the haze, full of urgency. He’s in front of me within seconds, kneeling and cupping my face. His touch is gentle, but his hands are shaking. “What’s wrong? Talk to me!” His voice is rising in panic.I gasp, struggling to catch my breath as the pain intensifies. “It’s... my side...” I manage to whisper, tears streaming down my face. “It’s so bad... I can’t...”“Hold on, baby,” Damien says, his voice shaking as he pulls out his phone. He fumbles with it momentarily, dialling a number with trembling fingers. “Get here right now! My wife is in a lot of pain, hurry!”His eyes flick back to me as he snaps the phone shut, his face pale. “Baby, I’ve called for help. They
DAMIENI’m sitting in the waiting room, staring blankly at the clock on the wall. Each second feels like a lifetime. My heart pounds in my chest, and my mind is racing with every worst-case scenario imaginable. The words "surgery" and "life-threatening" keep replaying in my head, over and over. I’ve never felt so damn powerless."Damien," my nanny’s voice pulls me out of my trance. She’s standing next to me, holding a cup of coffee that she offers with a sympathetic smile. "You should drink something. You’ve been sitting here for hours."I take the cup without really thinking, but I don’t drink. I can’t. “How long do these things take?” I mutter, more to myself than to her.Miss Rosie sits down next to me, folding her hands in her lap. "Sometimes longer than we want, but the doctors know what they’re doing. Anna’s strong. She’ll pull through."I nod, but the words don’t sink in. Miss Rosie’s trying to help, but it doesn’t stop the crushing weight of fear. I hate this—being here, waiti
ANNAThe soft hum of the hospital room’s air conditioning fills the quiet space. I’m staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on me. The pain in my side is a dull throb now, nothing compared to the agony I felt before the surgery. Still, the tightness lingers, reminding me of how close things got.I shift slightly on the bed, wincing as the ache sharpens. It’s hard to focus on anything, especially with my mind swirling. I still can’t believe this happened. Surgery. I’ve never had surgery before, and the thought of something like this hitting me so suddenly terrifies me. One minute I was just nauseous, thinking it would pass, and the next I was being rushed to the hospital with Damien by my side.He’s been here the whole time, holding my hand, watching over me. It’s strange, seeing him like this. I’ve always been confused about his feelings, and always kept my guard up, but now, his attention is unwavering. His care feels different.“Baby?” His voice breaks
ANNAAs we step through the front door, I feel a strange mixture of relief and nerves. It’s comforting to be back in familiar surroundings, but a sense of tension sits between Damien and me, a quiet buzz that has only grown since I left the hospital.Damien keeps his hand on my back as we walk through the house. “You need to rest,” he says, his voice softer than usual, as if afraid I’ll shatter under his care.“I know,” I reply, the words feeling small. I don’t resist as he leads me to my room, where I’ve been staying since we got married. But when he stops at the door, he pauses, glancing at me with something unreadable in his eyes.“Actually,” he begins slowly as if testing each word, “I think you should stay in my room. Just for tonight.”His words hang in the air, heavy and unexpected.I cross my arms, leaning slightly on the doorframe to steady myself. “Why?” The question comes out sharper than I intended, but I can’t help it. Sharing a room with Damien, especially with how tense
Epilogue: Forever Begins NowThe sun sets over the Seattle skyline, casting a golden glow over the city that now feels like home in every sense of the word. I stand on the balcony of our penthouse, the gentle evening breeze brushing against my skin. My heart swells with a mixture of peace and gratitude as I watch Damien inside, laughing at something Miss Rosie said. His deep chuckle echoes through the house, a sound I have come to cherish more than anything.This is our life now. A life filled with love, laughter, and a kind of happiness I once thought I would never have.It has been a year since the chaos of Nicholas, betrayal, and uncertainty. A year since I thought I had lost everything, only to realize that love—real love—has a way of finding its path even through the darkest storms.Damien and I started over, not as a contract, not as a forced responsibility, but as two people who chose each other.“Mrs. Donovan,” Alex’s deep voice pulls me from my thoughts. I turn to see him le
DAMIENI pressed my thumb on her clit, thrusting in and filling her up inch by inch. She moaned even louder, crying my name.Her pussy clenched around my cock, and I was one-hundred percent sure that she was going to wring me dry.“Shit.” I leaned forward and sucked one of her brown nipples into my mouth before releasing it. “Fuck, you feel so good. So damn good.” My teeth grazed over her nipple, eyes darting up to find hers. Hers were squeezed shut, her breaths unsteady. “This is what you wanted, right?”“Yes,” she groaned.“You wanted me to fuck you like this? Take what’s always been mine?”“Yes!” she criedShe opened her eyes, and they begged me for something. I wasn’t sure if they were begging me to make her come, or begging me to come inside her. Whatever it was, it riled me up and made my blood boil. I lost all control when her big, brown eyes hooked me.I groaned, slamming my hips forward a little too roughly. She cried out, and I thought I’d hurt her, until she said, “Yes, Dam
It was about to happen.The moment we’d both been waiting for. Damien had already come, but somehow, he was still hard. He fisted his semi-stiff cock and stroked it in my face for a short while before ordering me to get back on the bed.I stood and turned around to climb on top of it.“Lie back and get comfortable.”I did my best, but none of this was really comfortable for me. It was all so new. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. Really, really happening.My biggest fear was that it would hurt. I looked at the size of him and knew it would be painful, but Lola had told me it only hurt in the beginning. Maybe for like two or three minutes. She said after that, it got better. I hoped she was telling the truth. I hoped I’d love sex, too.The candles flickered, the gold glow enhancing the dips and curves of his sculpted body. Cane was completely naked, and he looked absolutely delicious. I wanted to lick him from head to toe, trace his tattoos with my tongue and then take his
DAMIENHer pussy tasted better than I imagined it would. She was soft, warm, and sweet. Everything I’d hoped she would be. I fucking loved it, but the wait was killing me now. I was trying hard to stay patient and rein in my impulses, but she made me want to lose every single ounce of control. I wanted to get lost inside her—so lost that I didn’t have to find my way back.“Unzip my pants,” I demanded.Never had I been so impatient. I’d had plenty of women in my life, all of them desperate and ready to please me, but none of them were like Anna, my young beautiful wife. She was ready to satisfy me but still had her virginity. Her innocence was going to be mine soon.All mine.Grabbing at my belt, she pulled it off and then unbuttoned my pants. The zipper was slow to come down. Fucking torture.“You came hard for me,” I murmured, running my fingers through her hair. “Was it everything you imagined?”“Yes,” she sighed.I grabbed her hair, tugging on it lightly. “Pull my briefs down too.”
ANNALife has been very peaceful lately. I don’t feel alone at all since I have Damien and Miss Rosie. They’re the only family I have now. Lola disappointed me and I am honestly scared to make new friends.These past few days have been blissful with Damien and me getting to know more about each other and also having lots of foreplay. Who would have thought that the man I didn’t want to get married to some months ago is now my home and my world? His boyish smile, soft touches and kisses make me wet always. He is the man I didn’t know I needed.He’s been working a lot lately and I also recently started taking classes on interior design since that’s my newfound passion. Damien says I would do good in it as I transformed our bedroom beautifully.I push the door open and step inside, dropping my bag onto the small table by the entrance. A long sigh escapes me as I kick off my shoes, rolling my shoulders to ease the tension."Anna, welcome," Miss Rosie calls out from the kitchen, her usual
ANNAI honestly don’t know what came over me but the moment he cuddled me, I groaned when I tried to kiss the hollow of his throat."I want it," I said on his chin. "I want you, Damien. Please, don't stop."He cupped the back of my head, tangling rough fingers in my hair. He tugged on it, just enough to crane my neck and expose it."I know you want me, baby" he growled. His tongue swirled on the bend of my neck, and then he sucked, thrusting his cock between my thighs again, the thick weight of it still on my pussy. "You feel how hard I am for you?" he panted. "You make me so fucking hard."One of his hands slid down, and he shifted his hips sideways to push my panties aside. Oh, God. It was happening. It was really happening.The tip of his finger dipped inside the slit of my pussy and then glided up to my clit. I gasped and vibrated with pleasure when he slid his finger back down and slowly plunged into me."So tight and wet." His voice was heavy with desire. He thrust his finger i
DAMIENThe 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