CONTINUATION: LEXIE’S POV My eyes fluttered open; the ray of sunlight that penetrated into the room irritated my pupils, and I struggled to keep them open. Immediately I was hit with a crazy throbbing headache, a reminder that I had drank to stupor last night—a hangover. My body felt like it had been run over by a truck, and I’m not talking about the white ones that always appear in Korean dramas; every muscle ached, and I could barely move. As I tried to sit up, I noticed something different; at least my brain was starting to work. I was wearing a different shirt than the one I had on at the club, then I remembered taking off my shirt and flashing my neon-painted boobs to the crowd. Fuck, I face-palmed myself, such an embarrassment. But I had more pressing issues at hand, like the unfamiliar environment around me. I was lying in a king-sized bed, surrounded by soft pillows and a pristine white duvet. The room was almost too spotless. And there was a strong, masculine
The courage I thought I had crumbled under the weight of his authority, and that was my issue. I always became a mess the minutes he started showcasing his dominance, almost like that was what I craved from him. I found myself getting in the car with no further questions asked, talking about a “yes, daddy” moment. He slammed the door shut with anger, and by the time I turned, he was already in the driver’s seat. The drive home was awkwardly silent; he wasn’t ready to say a word to me, and I didn’t want to talk to him either. I didn’t owe him any explanations, the same way he didn’t feel he had to explain anything to me when it came to Victoria. I sat there tensed and upset, while Damian’s jaw clenched in his reflection in the window. His anger was like a thick and suffocating atmosphere. We arrived home, and he swerved angrily into the compound. I almost hit my head on his dashboard, and I closed my eyes in anticipation, but as I opened them, I felt a hand hold down my ch
DAMIAN’s POV “No! Don’t hurt my son, please.” “Take me… Don’t hurt my boy. Leave him alone, please." The desperate, anguish cries of a woman echoed. My hands and legs were tied tightly as I lay on the cold, unforgiving floor. The ropes were biting into my young skin; the room seemed immense and oppressing as shadows overwhelmed me. I shivered in fear. My breaths were shallow; each gasp was a struggle against the heavy weight of my restraints. A man’s silhouette emerged from the shadows, moving closer with deliberate, dangerous steps. His face was a blur; the wide wicked grin on his face couldn’t be missed. “Don’t touch him! Don’t touch my son, please.” My eyes darted to where my mother lay, crying in anguish as she was in ropes. She struggled to crawl and wiggle her way towards where I was, cowering in fear but she got no where. The man’s grin widened, a glint of metal catching the dim light. With not enough time to make sense of anything, the sharp object sliced
DAMIAN’S POV “Fucking 500 million dollars, that’s the amount I lost today!” I roared, as I slammed my fist aggressively on the dashboard. My eyes had been glued to Aiden’s tablet, as I monitored my company stats obsessively, and just today alone, look how much I lost My hand clenched into a tight fist, I was fighting so much anger, that my knuckles turned white from the force, my breaths came in heavy and ragged bursts. “Damian, I need you to please calm down…” Aiden begged, as he kept his eyes on the road. This would be the first time in a while that I had let anyone else drive me apart from myself, I didn’t trust anyone else to drive me. The thought of it terrified me, it was one of my major fears that no one knew the reason why… But I trusted Aiden, I didn’t have that level of trust for anyone except him…. I didn’t take Aiden as my half-brother, instead I saw and treated him like we came from the same womb, my mother’s. I turned to the window, as I tried to calm the
DAMIAN’S POV “Victoria, fucking Victoria!” I sent my liquor glass crashing on the wall, and it shattered into a million pieces. It had been two days since the shocking revelation. My so-called fiancée, Victoria, was the mastermind behind my near downfall. Unbelievable! I still couldn’t wrap my head around it—Victoria? The CEO of Meridian High Tech Industries? The woman who had been so close to me, who had stolen kisses from my lips, who had claimed to love me, who was starting to get irritated by her jealousy over Lexie? How could I have been so blind? She had been working to bring me down all along, and I had been a fool to fall for it. Why? Was it the stupid title of fiancée that she attached to me? or the fact that we knew each other when we were younger. Apparently all that didn’t matter to her; she was using it to mask her true intentions. I mean, if I were being brutally honest, the whole fiancée thing was her idea; she proposed to me. So why the hell did I keep
LEXIE’S POV I groaned at the multiple ads that kept playing over and over on this website I stumbled on… “Are you having bad breath? Do you need a quick solution…” the voice over said God know, and of course I don’t a need new freaking toothpaste. What was it with website and ads? First they tell you accept all cookies, which I did because I had no idea what they were talking about, but if they could literally shove their ads into your throat then they would. I had been up all night, as I scrolled mindlessly through the job listings on my phone. It wasn’t like I couldn’t get a laptop now that I had little money, but use it for what? The past few days had left me reeling, and I needed to find a way out-away from Damian, away from Victoria, away from all the drama and just back to the normal life I knew before. But if I was going to leave, I had to secure a job first. How else would I take care of my mother? Or get a roofs over our heads? Jenny wouldn’t mind housing my m
LEXIE’S POV “It fucking hurts, a whole lot. That’s the reason I don’t need anyone’s help, including yours. His words pierced through me; I could see the pain in his eyes and how he wrestled with his own emotions, ones he understood and ones he didn't. “Is that it? Is that what you want to hear?” He snapped, and then he let out a long exhale; The smoke from the cigarette escaped from his mouth. “Then talk to me; don’t just push me away. Everyone can’t be the same; just this one time, try me and see. I won’t betray you; I won’t hurt you.” My chest rose and fell at my desperate attempt to get him to see that he deserved better. “And why should I tell you anything? What do you know about pain?” He scoffed. I paused my persuasion for a bit as I allowed his words to sink in. What did I know about pain? He couldn’t imagine it if I told him. Was it the countless times that my mother and I slept without food? Or the numerous times we both worked at restaurants just becaus
CONTD: HI GUYS! QUICK NOTE: FROM THIS CHAPTER WOULD BE LEXIE’S LIFE WITHOUT DAMIAN. BUT I WOULD BE SURE TO ADD GLIMPSES FROM DAMIAN’S PERSPECTIVE TOO. ENJOY! I boarded the bus to Jenny’s place; I found a seat by the window. As the bus rumbled down the street, I leaned my head against the cold glass. My heart was heavy with the weight of the decision I made. I didn’t want to leave, but Damian didn’t care about me. He never showed me respect, but rather just saw me as a means to fulfil his needs. Why was I even complaining? It was clearly stated in the contract that I would satisfy him sexually, and it wasn’t like I signed it with a gun to my head anyways, and I enjoyed it too. Despite my intentions to be more than just a contract wife, he wanted nothing to do with me. I had made him so irritated that he tore up our contract; never in my life had I imagined that this would happen. Damian would let me go? I would have laughed in the face of anyone who told me that. I ex
LEXIE’S POV “I can’t believe you want to move back in with him,” Jenny said, her voice laced with disbelief. “Just like that?” I stood by the bed in silence as I folded Cameron’s tiny clothes into neat piles while Jenny sat on the armchair and bounced him gently on her lap. I could feel Jenny’s eyes on me the entire time, but I kept my head down to avoid her stare. “You’re seriously not ignoring me right now, are you?” I paused; my hands froze over one of Cam’s little shirts. I didn’t know how to explain it to her. Not in a way that would make me sound ridiculous, and not in a way that wouldn’t sound like I was giving in. Because a part of me wanted this, wanted Damian, wanted the family we could have had. I wanted to believe he had changed. “Jenny, it’s…it’s complicated right now.” I dropped the pile of clothes onto the bed with more force than I intended and turned to face her. “I mean, can’t you see? Landon won’t even talk to me. He hates Damian’s guts, and I can’t keep
LEXIE’S POV “I’m done for, Jenny.” My voice cracked as I curled up tighter on the couch, knees pulled to my chest. Tears blurred my vision, but I blink them back. I couldn’t bring myself to leave the house. How could I? I was still trying to grasp how everything crumbled before me so easily. Damian had made it clear—he was going to marry Victoria. It was a simple truth that made my stomach churn. I had no place here anymore, but for some reason, I still couldn’t leave. “Ms. Valour, are you ready for breakfast?” Mary, the house cook, her gentle voice cut through my many thoughts. “I’m fin—“ Before I could finish, I was interrupted by the sound of sharp footsteps. “There can only be one Ms. Valour, Mary.” My heart dropped, and I turned sharply. It was her—Victoria; she stood firmly at the entrance like she owned the place. Her eyes were dark, covered with smoky eye shadow that only seemed to enhance the wickedness in her gaze. I shot up from the couch and stood so fast I felt
LEXIE’S POV“I’m done for, Jenny.” My voice cracked as I curled up tighter on the couch, knees pulled to my chest. Tears blurred my vision, but I blink them back.I couldn’t bring myself to leave the house. How could I? I was still trying to grasp how everything crumbled before me so easily.Damian had made it clear—he was going to marry Victoria. It was a simple truth that made my stomach churn. I had no place here anymore, but for some reason, I still couldn’t leave.“Ms. Valour, are you ready for breakfast?” Mary, the house cook, her gentle voice cut through my many thoughts.“I’m fin—“ Before I could finish, I was interrupted by the sound of sharp footsteps.“There can only be one Ms. Valour, Mary.”My heart dropped, and I turned sharply. It was her—Victoria; she stood firmly at the entrance like she owned the place. Her eyes were dark, covered with smoky eye shadow that only seemed to enhance the wickedness in her gaze.I shot up from the couch and stood so fast I felt dizzy, li
LEXIE’S POV“I can’t believe you want to move back in with him,” Jenny said, her voice laced with disbelief. “Just like that?”I stood by the bed in silence as I folded Cameron’s tiny clothes into neat piles while Jenny sat on the armchair and bounced him gently on her lap. I could feel Jenny’s eyes on me the entire time, but I kept my head down to avoid her stare.“You’re seriously not ignoring me right now, are you?”I paused; my hands froze over one of Cam’s little shirts. I didn’t know how to explain it to her. Not in a way that would make me sound ridiculous, and not in a way that wouldn’t sound like I was giving in.Because a part of me wanted this, wanted Damian, wanted the family we could have had. I wanted to believe he had changed.“Jenny, it’s…it’s complicated right now.” I dropped the pile of clothes onto the bed with more force than I intended and turned to face her.“I mean, can’t you see? Landon won’t even talk to me. He hates Damian’s guts, and I can’t keep living he
DAMIAN’S POV I stood by the transparent office window as I watched the cityscape while I spoke into my phone. The call was with Anthony Gates, a loyal investor who had been with me for over a decade.“My personal assistant was supposed to help me reach out to you, but I insisted on making the call myself,” I said, while my tone remained professional.“My schedule is tight, and I wouldn’t be able to attend. But I hope a $20 million donation isn’t too little. I would do more as my contributions soon, but pardon my absence.”Anthony was about to launch his new airline, and his event was important for the press coverage. I wanted to support him, even if I couldn’t be there in person.“Not at-“ I continued, but I was abruptly cut off when my office door flung open and slammed into the wall. That would be $20million in damage if anything happened to it.I turned, my gaze shifted from the cityscape to the chaos that erupted behind me, Victoria.She stormed in; her heels clicked aggressive
VIEWERS DISCRETION It glinted under the dim light from the alley, sharp and small, but yet deadly. I had no idea what I was doing or what I was about to do. But at that moment, what went on in my mind was... “Take care of your problem, Victoria,” words that my brother had implanted in my head. “Let’s make this more fun, because no one threatens the Hayes family and gets away with it. I will make sure that you won’t live to blackmail anyone ever again.” I said, my voice soft and filled with joy. Then I began, the knife slid into him so easily, like cutting through warm butter. This was the knife I had planned to use to kill myself every time, but I regained my senses each time and I never failed to leave it unsharpened. I stabbed him, over and over, the blade sank into his flesh as I giggled, blood splattered all over my face, hot and sticky, but I didn’t care. I was having fun. He stopped moving after a while, his body went limp beneath me, but I kept going. I wasn’t done yet, n
“Lex, listen to me,” he pleaded as he took another step toward me, his hands raised in a calming gesture in an attempt to hold me. I watched as he fought himself mentally about where to place his hands, but then he held my shoulders and caressed them softly, and I knew how awkward it was for him He went from pounding me mercilessly to wondering where he could touch that wouldn’t offend me. “That would never happen. I won’t allow any harm to come to our son. I can be a competent father; I just need you to trust me. Our son. The way he said it, like we were a thing or couple of some sort. It made my stomach jump, but I didn’t want to feel that hope again—that maybe we could be a family and Cam would grow up with his father and live like heirs lived. I couldn’t let myself get sucked into that fantasy... “My son is everything to me right now, and he’s all I care about. I don’t need your lover giving me a hard time because of him,” I said. My voice was sharp, “I don’t care about Gen
I blinked back confusedly, “His shadow? Mom-Wh-where are you getting all these from? I literally have my own company to look after.” How would I ever be in Damian’s shadow? We don’t intrude in each other’s affairs except I needed his help and he needed mine But mother just gave me this sarcastic and pitiful look that me feel more uncomfortable than ever. “Two sons both bearing a powerful name, and yet one thrives powerfully above the other,” she said, as she dabbed her lips with a napkin as if we were discussing something so serious. “Normally, I would say what one is doing is worth doing well, but no..” Why was she suddenly talking like that? Damian never for once talked down on me, or acted in a way that made me feel like he was superior. Besides, I wasn’t even in New York to begin with…. How in the world would I even be in his shadow if I was in a totally different place entirely. I wasn’t in a competition with Damian, and I never had been. My work, my life- it was m
AIDEN’S POV I had been spending more time with Victoria for the past few days. It wasn’t in the ways I had imagined, neither was it under the circumstances I’d have chosen, but at least she was beginning to see me, to let me in Her illness was the reason we were staring to bond, something I wish she didn’t have to endure. Something I wished that I could take away from her, I hated that I didn’t know about it. The fact that she was going through all that pain by herself made my heart break, she needed someone to be there for her and I wasn’t, neither was Damian. But a part of me was selfishly glad that it had given me an excuse to be around her, to watch over her. A few years had gone by, and I finally got be so close to her physically, I had hope. But trust that no love story ever started over easy, and it would always be unfair to one person. That person was me, every time I was near her, it killed me to watch her obsess over Damian, the way her eyes lit up at the