LEAH'S POV I slumped back on the wheel as my body was totally spent and my brain bangs heavily against my skull.My world had crashed in on me, the will to live and sense of purpose I had has left me. Nothing made sense anymore.I thought of him, I thought of our memories together, I remember hurting him badly, I remember walking out on him when he confessed to me.I remembered everything and my heart remembers too. It brought out another batch of tears and I cried out until there was nothing left for me to let out again.I sighed as I wrapped myself with my hands in an attempt to comfort myself. My brain couldn't stop dredging up memories of him.Oh Damian, why? Why did you have to go?I did all this for you, I stayed with the enemy so I could protect you, so I could fight for you, so I could save you but you left, you took shreds of my humanity with you.Damian, please come back and save me from wallowing in this pit of sadness and pain, come save me like you always do.My body ach
AIDEN'S POV "Were you able to get any more information?", I asked Lucy but she shook her head."No, I didn't, it was more like I couldn't. As far as I can tell, I don't think the order knows anything also. It's all confusing", she answered."How could that be? If the order is not involved, then who would be responsible?", I mused out loud " We don't know, no one knows and that's what makes this more confusing and a bit annoying", she replied, her voice infused with concern " You sound worried. Is this something we should worry ourselves about? Should it be a subject of concern to us?", I questioned, hoping for a no and reassurance but I was disappointed."Yes, it should be and yes, it is. I am worried about the change in the situation. It is quite alarming because Damian is too powerful to be killed so easily but he is dead and someone did it.Someone more powerful than Damian and if this person decides to come for us, we know nothing about him to even try to attack the person or e
Leah's POVAs the situation spirals out of control, my desperation grows. I'm more determined than ever to uncover the truth and expose the mastermind behind the chaos that is going on. I need to know who is pulling the strings.Scarlet's words about Lucy kept repeating in my mind, making me wonder if Lucy was a fake person. The thought that Lucy's information couldn't be found anywhere and that she was a total mystery, made me feel a chill.I think Lucy and Aiden might be behind everything. To figure out what's going on, I need to get closer to them. I'm running out of time, so I need to act fast and stop wasting time. That's why I offered to cook for them.I noticed Aiden's surprise when I offered to cook, but I didn't let it deter me. I got up and headed to the kitchen to start cooking. And while I was there, a maid entered and requested, "Lady Lucy requested for orange juice and she would prefer if you made it yourself.""Oh really" How dare that bitch to order me about! I bit b
Damian's POV"Did they buy it?" I asked Clinton"Yes, they bought it," Clinton said with a hint of satisfaction. "The internet is in a complete frenzy, with everyone scrambling to uncover the truth. And surprisingly, a significant number of people are convinced that you're dead.""Good," I said, nodding my head in approval. "That's a great starting point."Faking my death was never part of my life agenda but after a cryptic warning from an anonymous source landed on my phone, I became very much alert.The random text message was brief, yet chillingly clear: "You're likely to be targeted in an attack."My mind racing, I wondered who could have sent it and what their motives were. Was it a genuine warning or a mere prank? I had no idea, but the message sparked a sense of unease that lingered long after I read it.As my desire to uncover the truth grew increasingly consuming. I became determined to identify the person behind all this. And then, an intriguing idea struck me - what if I w
Damian's POVAs I asked the question, he attempted to respond, but the tape covering his mouth stifled his voice, rendering it barely audible. I gave Clinton a signal to remove the tape from Vincent's mouth. As soon as the tape was gone, Vincent's face twisted in anger. "What the heck are you doing?" he asked in a loud, harsh voice. He looked confused and furious at the same time.An unsettling suspicion had been brewing in my mind since the beginning of the children's case, and I knew I couldn't just watch especially when I was being targeted, I had to act. So I gave Clinton a task, to watch Vincent closely and monitor his every move after the failed attack on me.After gathering enough information, I took a bold step and took him against his will.I did this because I think Vincent is a lone wolf. Although he is part of the orders, his actions, and his every move are to benefit humans more than anyone else.So, I don't think he has a personal beef against me, no grudge that could c
Leah's POV I gripped the steering wheel firmly, as I stared fixedly at the gates of Damian's estate. A sense of unease settled in the pit of my stomach.My mind was a jumble of thoughts, I couldn't even recall how I'd ended up here, in front of his estate, but the truth was, I had been thinking so much about him lately. Everyone believed he was dead. But my heart refused to accept it. I still had a strong feeling that he was still alive. I couldn't shake off the feeling, no matter how hard I tried.But then, it's been weeks since his disappearance, and the silence was deafening. No official statement from his team, no hint of his whereabouts, no nothing. The uncertainty was suffocating, making it hard to breathe, and hard to even think. I have been trying so hard, to keep up with the act, to pretend like everything is fine. But it's not fine. It's getting harder. So much harder. Everything is getting to me, It's driving me nuts. I'm tired, so tired, of pretending, I'm tired of
Damian's POVWhat the...?! Leah! "Wait? Am I tripping?" I whispered to myself.I took a deep breath to calm down, as I just stood there, trying to process everything.What on earth is she doing here? How did she even manage to enter? I knew the news about my death would shake her but not to the extent I thought. My mind is racing with questions, and I'm struggling to wrap my head around this surreal moment. For a split second, I even thought I was hallucinating, but no, she was standing right in front of me, her tears soaking into my shirt. After I met with Vincent, we came to a mutual understanding and he agreed to work with me. I allowed him to leave with a stern warning, that he would not to mention to a single soul that I was alive. With our agreement in place, I felt a sense of relief, but still, I couldn't trust him, so I told one of my men to watch his every move.After his departure, I knew it was time to devise my next strategy. However, I soon realized I had forgotten a
LEAH'S POV I was sneaking out of the house Oh ok, I am not But, I am leaving the house, a bit sneaky tho, like a man leaving his one-night stand after post-nut clarity hits but in my case, the guilt and confusion after my pleasure was staggering.I left because of a lot of reasons, more like ran out. It all seemed too much, Seeing Damian alive and succumbing to the rush of emotions that engulfed me.I mean, I had little hope that he was not dead because his body was not found but seeing him in person, touching his body that had no bruise was unbelievable and I was stunned.I had, for a second, imagined how life would have been for me if Damian was truly dead and the only words that could conveniently convey the picture were total misery and sorrow.I knew that if I had truly and hopelessly lost him, I would become a shell of a person. That was probably the reason why I was soft and yielding in his arms.I wanted reassurance, I wanted soft words and touches, I wanted love, I wanted