Change of plans.I don't want to bring back Damien and Vanessa together. I was wrong. I want to keep them as far apart from each other as possible.Vanessa is venom. She is a snake. She is poison. The kind of poison that kills you slowly and silently. I shouldn't have forced her onto Damien. No. I should've created a rift between them.And that's exactly what I'll do.I'll keep Vanessa as far away from my husband as possible. I'll protect him from her. Damien is my friend and I'll do whatever it takes to protect him. He helped me out and now it's my turn to help him out.From everything Camille told me, Vanessa is dangerous. What shocked me the most is when she said Vanessa nailed her to the wheelchair. She didn't give me the exact details but she said Vanessa did it because Camille was not supportive of Damien flying to Italy with her. She wanted him to stay and help her run the Company. Vanessa wasn't too happy about it so she tried to kill Camille. Ironically, she's the reason Dami
Damien is making pancakes.He's in the kitchen, moving around with a cookbook in his hand. He turns around to see me perching myself on the counter."Good morning." He says as he passes an apple. "That should keep the doctor away."I bite on the apple, wallowing in confusion. "Aren't you late for work?""Work can wait." He smiles. "I have to make breakfast for my wife.""I can't remember the last time we sat down to have breakfast together." I frown. "Does this mean you're not mad at me anymore?""Dani, I missed you. And I can't stand not talking to you." He gets closer. "Now open your mouth for me."He gives me a bite of the pancake. It's perfect. But not as perfect as his eyes when they watch me as I savour and swallow. "Delicious!" I comment."Not as delicious as your lips."My heart skips a beat as he takes a step closer. He stands between my legs, his intense eyes trailing down to my lips. He runs his fingers through my hair. Softly. Just how I like it. His fingers trail down f
I sink back on the swivel and cross my hands."Come again.""I want you to make Wendy forgive me." Brandon repeats. "And I would appreciate it if you did that as soon as today.""Oh." I smirk. "There's a deadline.""People work well under pressure." He smiles. "Especially you. You knew I was about to kick you out and move in with Wendy so you got yourself a billionaire. That was brilliant.""Thankyou." I sigh. "And why would I help you win back your girlfriend?""You are the one that made her leave. You are the one that made her humiliate me infront of everyone. You are the one that ruined our relationship. If it wasn't for you, she would still be with me. Now you have to fix it.""You did that all by yourself, babe." I lean on the desk, staring at his brown eyes as I toy with a pen."You ruined that relationship with your lousy lies. Sooner or later, Wendy was going to find out you were sleeping with me. I don't know how you were able to convince her that our sèx life is dead. We we
DAMIENStrange things...Strange things have been happening. Strange things keep happening. Strange things that I'm starting to hate. Strange things that all have to do with Dani.Strange things like sneaking into Dani's room to check up on her. Make sure she's sleeping in the right position. Make sure her head is set in a comfortable position on the pillow. Make sure she's switched off the lights. It's become a habit. A habit that went a little too far last night. I ran my fingers through her soft hair. It felt so good. I didn't want to stop. Fùcking hell. I sound like some creep...Strange things like bringing her lunch to her office every day. A strange habit I enjoy a little too much. I could find someone to drop lunch at her office but I still choose to do it myself. I should be mad at her. I shouldn't be dropping lunch at her office.Strange things like clenching my jaw when I saw Brandon leave her office a few hours ago. I don't know why Dani still entertains that prick. He dec
DANIVanessa Giovanni is our new neighbour.She's all dressed up in a sleeveless maroon dress and some nice heels. She even put tonnes of makeup on her face for a simple dinner with her neighbours. A dinner that wasn't even planned. This was the surprise she texted about earlier. A surprise dinner.Vanessa pours herself some wine as she stares at us with a small smile stuck on her face. The pizza smells nice but it might be poisoned. After everything Camille told me, I don't think I'll ever put a single thing Vanessa gives me into my mouth. She's a dangerous woman. A woman that can't be trusted. And I should stay away from her. But how am I supposed to do that when she's my neighbour?"I like the neighbourhood." She says. "It's nice and chill and quiet. And the weather is amazing. Perfect place to take perfect pictures. It's honestly one of the reasons we bought the house."The only reason she bought the house is to be closer to Damien. Leo can afford to buy any house in any town. But
Damien pours himself some more wine, torturing me with suspense. He takes a few sips silently, as if picking the right words."Damien, say something.""I've never told this to anyone." He sighs. "I know it sounds insane. Impossible, even. That's why I've kept it to myself all these years. Plus, who makes such crazy accusations against their own mother who got into an accident that threw her into a coma that lasted for almost a year? An accident that broke her spine and nailed her to the wheelchair? Who would even believe me?""I would." I blurt out. "Try me."Silence stretches for a moment, his face beaming for a second before the frown forms again. He takes another sip before he finally sighs and clears his throat."You've met my mother." He starts. "Camille Hunt is a fierce fireball. A go-getter. The kind of woman who grabs what she wants. She will mop a desert and fùck a cactus if that's what it takes to get what she wants. That's how she built her booming Company. That's how she b
Damien steps back.He's breathless. His face is flushed. He runs his fingers through his hair, making a mess of it. He can't look me in the eye."Sorry I'm drunk." He mutters.For some strange reason, that breaks my heart a little. I wish he didn't blame the wine. I wish that he wanted to do it. I wish he could slam those wet full lips on mine. Fùck my hormones. I blame the baby."It's fine." I smile. "It's just the wine.""Exactly." He says with a nervous laugh.He grabs the bottle of wine and is about to pour some more in his glass when I stop him."Enough drinking." I say gently. "Maybe we should finish clearing the table and do the dishes. We have a lot of catching up to do.""That sounds fun." He smiles.We finish clearing the table and dump all the dishes in the sink. I turn on the tap as he throws the boxes of pizza in the bin."Throwing the pizza in the bin?" I fake a gasp. "Not very neighbourly of you.""Tell me I'm not the only one who thinks she poisoned the pizza." He says
Lana is stuffing a handful of crisps in her mouth and chewing them loudly.I brought a bunch of snacks with me and a big bottle of wine. Lorenzo dropped me here a couple of minutes ago. Damien wanted to drive me but he was drunk. And for the past thirteen minutes, I've just been watching Lana stuffing snacks in her mouth and filling up her glass of wine.But I don't stop her. She clearly needs the snacks and wine. It's obvious she's been crying. Her eyes are all sad and swollen. Her face is red and puffy. Her hair is shaggy. That black t-shirt looks like it's been stuck on her skin for the past one week. She's a fùcking mess. But her livingroom is an even bigger mess. Dirty dishes and half cigarettes on the table. Dirty cups of coffee sitting on the couch. Bottles of wine scattered on the floor."I'm sorry." Lana says. "I said some horrible things the last time you were here. And I'm so so so sorry.""I'm sorry for the horrible things I said too. Bestfriends don't talk to their bestf
DAMIENtwenty years laterIt's our twentieth anniversary.For every anniversary, we celebrate it in Bali. In the same hotel we went for our first, second and third honeymoon. There's been a lot of changes and renovations in the hotel over the years but it still gives me a feeling of nostalgia every time I come here.I step out of the shower and start drying myself with the towel.Dani is busy typing on her laptop. I apply some lotion and slide into a pair of white shorts. My wife doesn't bother to look up."George filed for divorce." I huff. "Gina cheated on him again. This time, with a younger man.""Not surprised." I sigh. "Why can't he just leave her?""He's addicted to the toxicity."Dani doesn't respond. She's still busy on her laptop. Plus, she's so over George and Gina. And honestly, so am I. For years, I wanted to save George from that abusive marriage but he clearly doesn't want to be saved. He made the bed. I'll just let him lie in it. Even if it's a bed of thorns that makes
DANII stare at Nate in shock.But he's not staring at me. He's staring at Damien."When Dani's dad shot me, I was paralysed." Nate says. "I could see everything. I could hear everything. But I couldn't move. I couldn't even feel blood oozing from my body."Okay, where's this going?"Dani was in shock after her father shot himself infront of her." He continues. "She just sat there, staring at his lifeless body. She was in shock and despair. She had lost all hope for life. That's until you came out of nowhere and wrapped your arms around her, crying. She was relieved. She was hopeful again. I was relieved too. And I was hopeful. That's when I allowed myself to pass out. All that time, I'd been forcing myself to hold on a little longer for Dani. I didn't want to leave her all alone and scared. But when you showed up, I knew she was in safe hands. So l let myself pass out."Nate finally turns to look at me, a small smile forming on his face."Remember that double date with Richard and yo
DAMIENI ring the doorbell.Dani swings the door open, dressed in her pajamas. She stares at me in complete shock and confusion."What are you doing here?" She asks in concern. "Are you okay?"I don't reply to that. I just pull her in my arms and cling to her body. I know she's pregnant and I'm probably hurting her baby but the baby will have to forgive me. I need his mother now. He can wait.Dani escorts me to the livingroom. She sneaks to the kitchen and brings me coffee. Yes, I definitely need coffee this time. I'm shaking due to the cold. Or maybe I'm shaking due to the shock. It's been a night of horror and I can't wait for it to end."What's going on, Damien?" Dani asks softly. "Where's Vanessa?"Just hearing her name sends chills all over my body. I look up at the ticking clock.The images of the last three hours play vividly in my head.Vanessa screaming in terror. Vanessa's head being chopped off. Vanessa's head being tossed in a black plastic bag like garbage. The "bad guys
VANESSABe calm.Whatever happens in life, be calm. That's one of the greatest tricks to tackle every situation in life. Be calm. Take a deep breath. Don't lose it. You might be losing it inside, but don't show them. Act calm. Act confident.I turn to look at Damien.Ofcourse I'm shocked. And confused. He just jumped out of the kitchen. He was listening to the conversation this entire time. I should have listened to my gut when I entered the house.I got a whiff of his cologne when I entered the living room. Then I got a glance of his shoes at the door. But somehow, I convinced myself that they didn't belong to Damien. A bunch of shoes look the same. And there's no way they belonged to Damien. I mean, I left him home looking hungry and exhausted. There's no way he could drive back to the city for two hours instead of taking a rest. God, I was in for a shock!But I'm still calm. "Babe." I smile. "You know I hate surprises.""Don't babe me!" He snaps. "I heard everything you just said,
DAMIENI dash into the kitchen and pour all the coffee in the sink.I don't want coffee. I want something stronger. Something like scotch. Something that will make me forget about my dad. And Vanessa. And the pregnancy scam. And the whole drug dealing thing. And the way I just talked to Dani. And the way she looked at me. All I do is hurt her with my words and actions. And all she does is be kind and nice to me. After everything I did, she's letting me spend the night at her house. God, I don't deserve her...It's pouring heavily outside.I look outside, the rain beating down on the roof and sliding down the window. For a moment there, I wish that the rain could wash away all the pain. I wish that the rain could slide down my soul and wash away all the sadness and sorrow. The doorbell rings, pulling me away from the sea of sad thoughts."Good evening, Dani." I grit my teeth when I hear that familiar voice. Vanessa. What the fùck is she doing here? How the fùck did she know that I wa
DANIDamien is standing at my door when I get home from the hospital.The second he sees me, he runs to me and our bodies clash in a tight embrace. He starts crying in my arms. And I start crying in his arms. And now we're crying in each other's arms. I don't even know why I'm crying. But I definitely know why he's crying.He lost his father. A father that he deeply loved. And today he lay his father to rest. That's hard on anyone.The sky rumbles. We break apart and silently walk into the house before it starts raining. Damien takes off his shoes and sits on the couch. I take off my black coat and sneak to the kitchen. There, I make coffee and grab some cookies from the pantry. Damien looks like he needs something stronger than coffee but it's the best choice for now. "Thankyou." He smiles when I set the tray of coffee and cookies on the table.I sit across from him, creating some distance between us. I'm just from seeing Nate in the hospital and we even kissed when I left. I wou
DAMIENThe ride home was silent.Two hours on the road with Vanessa sulking and seething and staring at me, her eyes filled with fury.The second I stop the engine, she flies out of the car and storms into the house. I follow her quickly but I can't keep up with her pace. When I walk into the house, she's already flying up the stairs.Maria steps out of the kitchen with a bunch of sandwiches on the tray."Spill the tea." She giggles. "Why is she so mad this time? What happened at the funeral?""Nothing interesting." I shrug.That's my way of brushing Maria off. Although I like her, she can be a little nosy in a way that's annoying and steps on boundaries. Vanessa is still the mother of my child. She's just a surrogate. Sometimes I think that Maria forgets that. Vanessa can be a pain in the àss but she still deserves respect as the biological mother of my child."Want a sandwich?" She offers."Sure." I grab it. "I'm starving!"I run up the stairs, chewing on the sandwich as I head to o
DANICamille's mansion was the perfect pick for the reception after the funeral.The guests are waltzing around the large livingroom, cups of coffee clutched in their hands. A bunch of bowls are sitting at the dining table with cookies and biscuits and even chocolates.I'm sitting on the couch next to Camille, munching on the crunchy cookies. Her face is blank and void of emotion but I know that deep down, she's having an emotional crisis. A few hours ago, she broke down as her husband was put to the ground. I can't imagine what that felt like for her. Spending half of your life with someone and then having to watch their lifeless bodies being lowered to the ground. Tragic."Look at them!" Camille points to Damien and Vanessa. "She's always complaining about something. They should break up already."They seem like they are fighting. Vanessa is nagging about something. And Damien is glaring at her. They are obviously the unhappiest couple in the room. I get a little thrill watching the
DAMIENVanessa slides into her black heels and walks towards me.She stands so close, looking up at me. There's a blank look on her face and it's kinda creepy. She straightens my collar and starts fixing my black tie."I'm going to ask you something and I want you to be completely honest with me."The cold tone in her voice sends shivers down my spine. She's not been speaking to me the entire morning. I thought it was odd but chose not to overthink it. I thought it's because we were both busy getting ready for the funeral. I thought maybe she's giving me some space and silence because this is the day that I lay my dad to the ground. From the tone of her voice, that's clearly not the case. She's mad at me. And from the way she's playing with this tie, I might end up getting strangled if I don't provide the answer that she wants. And that makes my heart start racing."Have you been fùcking Dani?"I can't help but laugh. I thought it was something serious. Something that was going to be