CHAPTER 12ANNA“Anna, oh my goodness”, Lola rushes to me and gives me a tight hug. “Lola, I feel like dying,” I say to her whilst sobbing.“Hey don’t say that my girl. You have to be strong for your father he needs you more than ever. Everything is going to be fine,” she says.“What about my apartment?Any news from the police yet?”“Not yet Anna. Don’t worry too much about it. They’re doing their best to find the culprit.”Lola reassures me.“ I brought you some clothes and got you a new phone charger as you requested. I also got you some food.”“Thank you, Lola.”“Don’t mention. I want you to go to the washroom and freshen up. Girl you look very rough. Don’t stress I’ll look after your Dad.” she shoves me towards the washroom.I take a quick shower and dress up. I look at myself in the mirror and for the first time in the past 24 hours, I feel a bit better. I hope everything goes well now. I go back to my father’s room and he’s being checked by a team of doctors.“Miss Anna right?”
CHAPTER 13ANNA“Dad please open your eyes.”“My princess..”, he murmurs.“Dad I am so happy that you’re awake. Please hang in there Lola is going to get the doctors.”Lola rushes in with Doctor Lambert, “Miss Anna I would like you to wait outside”, he says.“Why Doctor? He’s awake now so why do I have to go out.”“Anna let the doctor do his job. Your father will be okay. Come on let’s wait outside” Lola urges me.I look at my father whose eyes are closed now for the last time before exiting the room with Lola.Lola calms me down as we wait, “Hey Anna, he’s going to be fine no need for you to panic. Let’s be cheerful that he’s awake now and keep hope alive. You should stop crying.” “Alright, I am just scared. I don’t want to lose my father Lola.” “Mr.Smith is a strong man. You’re not losing him anytime soon. He’s going to be fine and walk you down the aisle.”Lola reassures me.As the minutes go by, my anxiety grows. I am holding onto Lola’s hand tightly for strength as I am emotiona
CHAPTER 14DAMIENThe call from Dr.Lambert earlier today was unexpected. I can’t believe that Mr Smith has passed on since Dr Lambert assured me earlier this morning that he was recuperating. I cancelled all my pending meetings and drove to the hospital to confirm as I still didn’t understand what was happening.I arrive at the hospital and hand straight to his hospital room. I stop death in track with the sight in front of me. Anna is sobbing uncontrollably with Mr Smith’s hand in her hand. She’s being comforted by a lady who I don’t know but that does not calm her down as her sobs continue to become rampant.I am still standing at the door watching Anna and this scene right in front of me reminds me of when I lost my parents. Death is something I hate with everything in me as it makes one weak and distressed. I am hit with emotions when Anna says “Dad, why have you done this to me? I can't survive without you. How do you expect me to do life without you by my side?”. I quickly mak
CHAPTER 15ANNAThe team of nurses comes in to take my father’s body to the mortuary. It feels like a dream as a lot has happened to me during the past few days. My life has shattered right before me and I am finding it hard to come to terms with it.“Hey Anna, please stop crying. Everything will be fine. I am here with you. Your Dad is in Heaven watching over you.”Lola consoles me as she pulls me into an embrace. I haven’t been able to stop crying but her words give me hope.I sit and Lola follows suit with sadness all over her face. “Thank you, Lola, I appreciate you being here with me. Your presence gives me hope that everything will be fine with me”.“That’s fine Anna. I am glad that you find solicit in my company. I want you to know that I’ll always be here for you. I am your best friend don’t forget that.” she reassures me again.I embrace my friend like my life depends on it. “You’ll be fine Anna”, Lola wipes my tears and smiles at me.“What’s it, Lola? I ask as she gives me a m
CHAPTER 16DAMIENI make the necessary arrangements for the burial with the help of Dr.Lambert before I head back home.I have to get a new driver now as Mr Smith is no more since I don’t enjoy driving myself.I get home and Miss Rosie welcomes me with a big smile on her face. She doesn’t know about the passing of Mr.Smith yet. I feel like a bad person at the moment as I am about to break the news to her.“Hey my boy, how was your day? You’re a little bit late today,” she says.“Miss Rosie, my day was not a good one. I am stressed as I have a lot going on right now,| I complain to her.“You this boy, I know you’re complaining because you have been driving yourself these past few days. Don’t worry Mr Smith will be fine soon,” she tells me with much hope.I take in a deep breath, “That won’t be possible anymore, Miss Rosie.”“What do you mean by that, my boy?” she asks sounding confused.“Mr.Smith is no more. He died earlier today at the hospital.” I inform her in a low tone.“Oh my godde
CHAPTER 17 ANNAAs I step into the house, an eerie silence greets me. Once neat and inviting, the living room now looks like a war zone.The coffee table is overturned, and the cushions from the sofa are slashed open, foam spilling out. Picture frames of my parents lie shattered, their glass fragments glinting menacingly in the dim light. I move slowly, my heart pounding, noticing the gaping emptiness where the television and other electronics used to be.In the kitchen, cabinet doors hang open, and broken dishes litter the countertops and floor. The refrigerator door is wide open, its contents hastily ransacked. I step over the debris, feeling anger and sadness wash over me.As I head upstairs, my footfalls echo in the unsettling quiet. The bedrooms are no better; closets are emptied, and clothes and personal belongings are tossed carelessly around. I pause at the doorway of the master bedroom, seeing the open safe with its contents missing.The sense of violation is overwhelming. I
CHAPTER 18ANNAThe morning light filters softly through the curtains, waking me gently from my slumber. I forget where I am for a moment, but the cozy surroundings quickly remind me of Lola’s guest bedroom. I stretch and sit up, feeling more rested than I have in days.I swing my legs over the side of the bed and slip into my slippers. The house is quiet, and I can hear the faint chirping of birds outside. It’s a peaceful sound, a stark contrast to the turmoil of yesterday. I gather my things and head to the bathroom down the hall to freshen up.After a quick shower, I make my way downstairs. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee greets me, mingling with the scent of something delicious cooking. I follow the smells to the kitchen, where I find Lola at the stove, flipping pancakes."Good morning," she says with a bright smile. "I hope you slept well.""I did, thank you. This smells amazing," I reply, taking a seat at the kitchen island.Lola hands me a steaming mug of coffee. "I thought
CHAPTER 19ANNAThe day of the funeral dawns gray and sad as if the sky itself mourns my father’s passing. I stand at the entrance of St. Mary’s Church, feeling the chill in the air seep into my bones. Friends and family mill around, their faces etched with sorrow, sharing quiet condolences and supportive hugs.Inside, the church is filled with the soft strains of Beethoven, the music echoing through the vaulted ceilings. The scent of lilies and roses fills the air, their white petals starkly contrasting to the darkness I feel inside. I take a deep breath and step forward, my heart heavy with grief. Damien really sorted everything as he said and I am grateful.As I walk down the aisle with Lola, I see my father’s casket at the front of the church, draped in a simple, elegant cloth. Tears blur my vision, and I feel Damien’s stare on me. Lola holds my hand, gently squeezing it, reminding me that I’m not alone.We take our seats in the front row, and I can feel the weight of everyone’s ey
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