A lot has happened since George's party.George filed for divorce. He found out that his two kids are not actually his biological babies. Gina has been cheating on him their entire marriage with her high-school sweetheart. And the two babies belong to him. George has officially moved back to the country. He's currently living with us as he hunts for a place. It was Damien's idea that he comes to live with us because he's going through a rough time. I'm not sure that was a good idea because he rarely gets out of his room. He doesn't eat unless Damien forces him. He's been living with us for the past few weeks but we only talk on rare occasions. Maybe when Damien has forced him to join us for dinner. Or when I bump into him in the kitchen. We've never talked about his wife's infidelity. I've been there before and I know what that kind of betrayal can do to you. Sometimes I really feel like talking to him and consoling him but he clearly needs silence and space. A lot of space.Liam and
The phone is still pressed on my ear as I walk out of the kitchen."What do you want Brandon?" I ask coldly, sitting on the couch."I want you to get me out of prison." He says. "Or I will tell the entire world that Damien Hunt's wife is a murderer. That would be Bad News for you and your sweet soft husband!""Oh please." I roll my eyes. "Don't be dramatic. You are the murderer. And you almost tried to kill me, remember?""Smart girl." He scoffs. "Pretending you don't know what the hell I'm talking about.""Honestly, I don't know what the hell you're talking about."Ofcourse I know what the hell he's talking about. But I also know that prisons record inmate phone conversations."Saw you on Forbes." He says. "The cover looks lame and the stylist should be fired! What the fùck was that?""I was actually the stylist.""I know." He chuckles. "You should come see me. I miss pissing you off. And I don't get that many guests over here. It's too lonely.""Your life must suck." I giggle. "Can'
The cocktails are brought and set on the table."Let's make a toast." Vanessa raises the glass. "To the success of our studio!"We cheers to that, a big grin on Vanessa's face. She's so happy with how the day went. And she's visibly so proud of me. The entire way here, she was on a call with one of her friends, constantly showering me with a pool of praises."We're going to do big things together." She says. "I hope you're ready for that, Dani.""It's a pleasure to do this with you, Vanessa. Thanks for believing in me.""Shut up." She rolls her eyes. "The pleasure is mine. Choosing you was the best thing I did for the studio."The food is finally brought. If you know me, you know I'm obsessed with chicken. Pasta and fried chicken is placed infront of us and my mouth instantly waters."I know chicken is your favourite." "It is." I take a bite and roll my eyes in pleasure. "It's delicious!""That's why I brought you here. They make the best chicken in town. Atleast that's what Soph sai
I'm back home from the date with Vanessa.I'm surprised to see Damien's parents at the dinner table. George and Sophia are sitting opposite from them. And Damien stands from the table to give me a warm hug and take off my coat."You look exhausted." He says, planting a peck on my forehead."Long day." I sigh, glancing at the full table. "What's the occasion?""Mom missed you." He whispers, turning to walk to the table.I follow him there and sit next to him. Everyone turns to look at me. Camille has a big smile on her face, her blue eyes sparkling."You are glowing!" She comments. "Are you pregnant?""No, I'm happy." I stretch my hand to Damien. "Your son makes me happy.""That sucks." She frowns. "Maybe if the two of you were fighting, you would pay me a visit. I miss you. I thought we're friends.""We are.""Friends who don't call each other or visit each other?" She pouts her lips. "I literally had to come see you myself. And I'm the one in a wheelchair. Not you.""Sorry." I say. "
Damien just finished clearing the table.He joins me in the kitchen to help with the dishes. I missed doing this with him. I'm too exhausted to be doing chores but this little ritual with my boyfriend warms my heart and fills my soul.He stands next to me over the sink, a wet plate in his hand. I turn to glance at him."What did your mom mean by that?""By what?""Vanessa is dangerous?" I ask. "She seems convinced that Vanessa is capable of killing me. And she wasn't too happy that I'm working for Vanessa or that she's our neighbour. She thinks that I'm in danger. Should I be scared?""My mom is just being dramatic." Damien huffs. "Her hatred for Vanessa grows every day. She just doesn't want the two of you to be friends. I bet she's afraid that Vanessa will make you hate her. And the two of you won't be friends anymore.""So she just made all that stuff up?"Silence stretches between us for a moment, a strange look on Damien's face. I can tell that he's keeping something from me."Da
I feel like I've been an awful friend to Lana.I've been so caught up in my life that I haven't been checking up on her as much. With everything she's been through this year, I know that she needs a lot of support. And it sucks that I can't give her as much support as she needs. She obviously has other friends that she hangs out with. But I'm her best friend. And I'm failing terribly at the job.Anyway, that's why I dragged her to the coffee shop. Now she's sitting across from me, enjoying the cup of coffee and croissants."Short hair looks great on you." I say. "Feeling tempted to chop off mine.""Don't." She chuckles. "You'll look like a frog. And Damien will divorce you.""With what I just did, I think he'll divorce me with or without my hair." I sigh. "That's if he doesn't kill you."A few hours ago, I called the Forbes Director and asked for Damien to be given a second chance. I lied that he was too busy in a meeting that's why I made the call. I also said that Damien is ready to
The cab stops at Nate's place.He moved to a fancy flat. And he was right. His apartment is huge. It's also decorated impeccably with nice new furniture. Big paintings on the wall. A huge flatscreen TV. A nice fireplace. A fluffy white rug. Huge white couches surrounding a wooden coffee table. Everything looks expensive. Everything looks new. The only piece of furniture that's familiar is the green couch in the balcony. Yes, he has a big balcony.I toss my jacket on the couch, still looking around. Nate is staring at me, his hands in the pockets of his pants. He's wearing one of those Bob Marley graphic tees and grey sweatpants. Casual looks cute on him."Nice place." I comment."Thanks." He smiles. "What do you want? Coffee? Tea? Wine?""I want a shower." I say. "Thanks for letting me crash here.""Shut up." He chuckles. "I should be the one thanking you. I was on the verge of dying of boredom and loneliness. I desperately needed company."When I called, Nate immediately picked up. T
I turn to look at Nate.There's no tint of judgement in his eyes. That's enough to make me tell him the whole story. I know that he won't judge me for it."So we're both murderers?" He giggles. "And we somehow got away with it. We are two lucky motherfùckers, don't you think?""What you did was heroic." I frown. "What I did was horrible. It still haunts me."Nate stops making the silly jokes when my face turns into a stern frown. I guess that's when he grasps the magnitude of the situation."What happened?" He asks softly."My parents had just bought me a car for my sixteenth birthday." I start. "A brand new big jeep. The next month, Brandon said that we should go on a little road trip. You know, test the tires. I thought it was a great idea. My car had never tasted a long distance before. It only went to school and back home and around town and that was it. I wanted something for a change."I'm feeling chatty tonight. Maybe I needed someone to burden with this old dark secret. Maybe
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