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
LEAH'S POV I finally looked away when I couldn't see him again, I caught sight of my face in the glass and I saw that it was wet, I didn't cry.I mean I did but I didn't know when I did, I probably didn't realize it because I was too focused on not leaving the car to run to him. My plans made no more sense to me as the last look I had of Damian kept running through my head.I wiped my face but that prompted more tears to rush out and I just kept on cleaning and sobbing. I shouldn't have slept with him but it's done and I can't take back time, but I miss him, I miss him terribly.The driver took a look at me through the mirror and his expression was a mix of sympathy and confusion. I didn't blame him but I also did not offer any form of explanation.How can I explain that I truly love and miss the man that I just finished hurting with my words? How would it seem to the world? How do I define the duality? With no reasonable answer, I folded myself, and turned my face away, focusing on
LEAH'S POV It's morning and I had barely slept, my mind was consumed by the event of yesterday, especially the bite marks. I felt like I ought to call Scarlet and tell her everything but I ignored the feeling, I wanted to do this on my own, I wanted to do something big without Scarlet's help and knowledge.I needed some kind of breakthrough and this might be it, those bite marks and whoever had inflicted themGetting the maid to talk would probably be a bit hard especially as they don't live in the house during the weekend but I would do it, I will find something, I must find something and it has to be today.And questioning the maid is safer outside this house than in it.While I was fixing up my bed, I remembered something very crucial. Those bite marks are very familiar they are very similar to the ones found on the dead children. Damian's marks look way bigger than those, the person's fang is way smaller and, obviously more deadly.I paused and wondered, if I find the person tha
Leah's POVSitting in this same chair, reminiscing about the last time I was in this room two years ago. I had avoided hospitals since then, haunted by them."Mrs, are you listening?", the doctor's voice broke through my thoughts, his voice calm as ever."Oh yes" I replied with a smileSure that he had my total attention, he sat down on his seat and placed a file before him." Ma'am, I am here with your test results and it's a miracle", he said, smiling.Suspicious, I asked, "What's a miracle, doctor? The crazy pain that I am feeling? Because that is not feeling miraculous".He chuckled, opened the file, and flipped it towards me so I could see what was written on the page he opened to.I stared until my eyesight became hazy and teary then I looked back up at the doctor. His smile was wider but I couldn't move my lips to utter a word."Can you explain what I am seeing?", I finally asked."You are pregnant. That is the only explanation", he answered.A cold shiver ran down my spine as
Leah's POVMy soul screamed in pain, refusing my body the ability to hold life. I rose, trying to save myself some dignity but the pain got worse so I lay back down. I grabbed around for Aiden but he already left the room. The driver took my hands instead and helped me up, leading out of the room, to the car.When I got in, the driver asked me where I would want to go and the only place I could think of was the hospital because of the immense pain I was feeling.Resting my head against the windows, trying to assuage the pain, I ignored the passing scenery. The pain got worse, and my belly badly cramping.I felt it first, the grasp of death before I saw it, the trail of blood down my leg. I screamed and told the driver to hurry up. On getting there, I was rushed to the emergency room. It was amidst the intense pain and blood Loss, that I passed out••••••••••••As I slowly opened my eyes, the sterile scent of the hospital filled my senses. The bright fluorescent lights above cast an
Leah's POVOuchMy head hurts badly, light dancing in its raw form in my eyes the few times I tried opening it, causing me to shut it back.When I felt a bit stable, I opened my eyes again and noticed I was still in the hospital and in the same room I left.The memories are hazy, I clearly remember leaving this room to go up the ledge, I remember falling off, I also remember being saved by someone and judging by the feel of their arms, it's a male.Was it Aiden? No, it can't be. But what if he came back? To me? A bit of me, the extremely hopeful bit was delusional.Still trying to figure out what exactly happened, the doctor came in, smiling with relief."The nurses told me you had woken up so I decided to come to check up on you", he announced as he walked towards me."So Mrs, how do you feel in general?", he asked, wearing back his stethoscope. He looks genuinely concerned about my state of being."I feel fine, just a little bit disoriented", I answered, as truthfully as I could."I