ANNADamien comes down the stairs, his steps steady and deliberate. I’m sitting at the dining table, scrolling aimlessly through my phone. He stops in the doorway, his presence filling the room even before he speaks.“Morning,” he says, his voice soft but edged with something I can’t quite place.I glance up briefly and mutter, “Morning,” before returning my attention to the screen.“Any plans for today?” he asks, trying to sound casual.“Not really,” I reply, my tone clipped.He pauses as if waiting for me to say more, but when I don’t, he pulls out a chair and sits across from me.“Anna,” he says after a moment, leaning forward slightly. “What’s going on?”I don’t answer right away, pretending to be engrossed in my phone.“Don’t do this,” he says, his voice firmer now. “If something’s bothering you, just tell me.”I sigh, finally looking up at him. His eyes are searching mine, filled with an earnestness that makes me uncomfortable. “It’s nothing, Damien. I just need some space.”“Sp
DAMIENThe tension in the house is thick enough to choke on. Anna and I move around each other like ghosts, existing in the same space but never really crossing paths. She barely looks at me, her silence a sharp blade that cuts deeper with every passing hour. I tell myself to give her time, but patience has never been my strong suit.It’s late evening when I walk into the living room and find her curled up on the couch, her phone glued to her hand. She doesn’t glance up when I enter, her fingers flying across the screen. I wonder who she’s texting so eagerly, but I push the thought aside. I don’t want to be the paranoid husband.“Anna,” I say, trying to keep my voice neutral.“Hmm?” she murmurs, not looking up.“I’m ordering dinner. Do you want anything?”“I’m fine,” she replies, her tone clipped.I nod, even though she doesn’t see it, and walk into the kitchen. The tension is unbearable, and I feel like I’m suffocating in my own home. I’ve tried to bridge the gap between us, but every
DAMIEN Tonight, I’ve had enough. As I walk into the bedroom, I see her sitting on the bed, scrolling through her phone. My chest tightens. Her phone. Again.“Anna,” I say, my voice low but firm.She looks up, startled. “What?”“We need to talk.”Her expression hardens immediately, and she puts her phone down on the nightstand. “About what?”“You know damn well what.”She crosses her arms, her defensiveness a barrier I know all too well. “If this is about me not talking to you much lately, maybe you should look in the mirror first.”That sparks something in me a simmering anger I’ve been trying to suppress for days. “Oh, so this is my fault now?”“Well, you’ve been distant, Damien! You come home late, barely say a word to me, and act like I don’t even exist. What do you expect me to do?”I take a step closer, my voice rising. “Don’t you dare put this on me? You’ve been avoiding me first! Don’t think I haven’t noticed you shutting me out, glued to your phone like it’s the only thing th
ANNAThe room feels suffocatingly empty. I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, tears sliding silently down my cheeks. The weight of my argument with Damien presses on my chest like a boulder, making breathing hard.How did we get here? One moment, we’re building something fragile yet hopeful; the next, it’s all crumbling beneath our feet.I glance at the door, hoping against hope that he’ll walk in and say something anything to bridge the widening chasm between us. But the house is eerily quiet.When the clock strikes midnight and there’s still no sign of Damien, the pain in my chest intensifies. He’s always been composed, never one to let his emotions get the better of him, but tonight, he was raw, unfiltered. The anger in his eyes, the hurt in his voice it’s all on replay in my mind.I pull the covers up to my chin, curling into myself as the tears come faster now, sobs shaking my body. The truth of it all stings: I messed up. I avoided him, and let Nicholas’s messages fill a void I
ANNAI pace the living room, phone pressed tightly to my ear, waiting for Lola to pick up. My hands are trembling, a mixture of anger, frustration, and something I can’t quite name boiling inside me. After what feels like an eternity, her familiar voice answers."Hey, girl! What’s up?"Lola’s voice is light and casual, but I can’t match her tone."Lola," I say, my voice strained, "I need to talk to you."Her tone shifts immediately. "What’s wrong? Did something happen with Damien?"I sink into the couch, pulling a blanket over my lap. "Everything. Everything is wrong, Lola. We argued last night, and it was bad. He’s distant, I’m distant it’s like we’re tearing each other apart."I pour everything out, my words tumbling over each other in a rush. I tell her about the fight, about Nicholas, and how Damien discovered the messages. I even admit to avoiding Damien due to her advice on being distant from him. By the time I finish, I’m out of breath, my throat tight from holding back tears.L
DAMIENThe moment I read Anna’s message, my entire world shifts."Don’t bother coming home tonight. I won’t be here when you do."The words burn in my mind as I grab my car keys and race out of the office. Every mile I drive feels like a lifetime, the thought of her leaving consuming me. She can’t leave. Not like this. Not without me setting things right.My tyres screech as I pull into the driveway, the house eerily silent. The lights are on, but the emptiness screams louder than words. I storm inside, calling out her name."Anna!"No answer.I head upstairs, my chest tightening as I push open the bedroom door. The sight stops me cold. Her side of the closet is half-empty, drawers open and rifled through. A suitcase is gone. My heart pounds.She’s gone."Miss Rosie!" I bellow, my voice echoing through the halls.My appears at the bottom of the stairs, her face pinched with worry. "Damien, what’s wrong?"I take the steps two at a time, reaching her in seconds. "Where is she? Where’s A
ANNAThe cold air bites at my cheeks as I step out of the terminal at JFK Airport, clutching my suitcase. The New York skyline looms in the distance, a strange mixture of awe and dread settling over me. Nicholas’s text with his address burns in my mind. My hands tremble slightly as I hail a cab.Was this the right decision?Doubt claws at me, but I shove it aside. Damien doesn’t care. He hasn’t cared for a long time or so I tell myself. The memory of his angry eyes last night twists something deep in my chest, but I force myself to breathe. This is about me now. About starting over.The cab ride feels endless, and when it finally pulls up to a towering building, my stomach churns. Nicholas’s directions lead me to a penthouse suite, the opulence of the place making me hesitate for a moment before knocking.The door swings open almost immediately, and there he is Nicholas, looking as polished as ever in a tailored suit, his dark eyes sharp and calculating."Anna," he greets, his lips cur
DAMIEN The walls of my office feel like they’re closing in as I stare blankly at the framed photo of my parents on my desk. It’s been years since I let myself feel this kind of raw, unrelenting pain—the kind that claws at your soul and doesn’t let go. My chest tightens, and before I know it, hot tears blur my vision.The last time I cried like this was the day we buried my parents. But now, I can’t hold it in anymore. I’ve failed Anna. I’ve failed to protect her, and the weight of that realization is unbearable.Evans sits across from me, his usual sharpness dulled by worry. "Damien, you need to pull yourself together. Crying won’t bring her back."His words, though harsh, ground me. I inhale deeply, wiping my face with trembling hands. "I know," I whisper, my voice raw. "But it feels like I’ve lost everything again, Evans. First my parents, and now Anna. She’s... she’s all I have left.”Evans leans forward, his tone softening. "Then we fight. You’re Damien Donovan, damn it. You don’
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