Astrid's POV
A million questions ran through my mind, a lump tightening in my throat as I stared at the woman standing before me in the kitchen. What had she just said? She was Damien's wife? But I was Damien's wife! Was he polygamous? But that wasn’t part of the agreement. "Are you daft?" she shouted, placing her expensive Louis Vuitton bag on the kitchen counter and walking towards me. "Why am I even asking? You're a new maid, right?" I just stared at her, not responding. I didn't come here to deal with rude, stuck-up bitches. "As if the incompetent ones here weren't enough already, he just had to add a deaf and mute one?" That hit a nerve, and I couldn't bite back the retort that escaped my lips. "I wish I were deaf so I wouldn't have to hear your voice." Her face grew red, and she stormed towards me as though ready to strike. "Oh my gosh, what is that disgusting smell?" The corn was beginning to boil, so the aroma was quickly filling the room. While it felt enticing to my nostrils, the lady gagged as if a horrible stench had met her nose. "What are you cooking? Are you trying to poison us in this house?" She lived here? But I'd been here for two days and hadn’t seen her. She walked towards the pot. "Corn? Oh my goodness. Since when did Damien start eating this? This is disgusting." My lips curled into a frown at her words. My food wasn’t disgusting. And who didn’t like corn? "Excuse me, miss, this is my food, and it isn’t disgusting. If you don't like it—" "Your food? Who gave you permission to cook in my kitchen?" Before I could blink, she picked up a rag, opened the pot, and dumped all the contents onto the floor. I jumped back, barely avoiding the jarring hot water from burning my legs. I stared at her, dumbfounded, then shifted my gaze to the corn grains on the floor. My heart clenched. That was my food. Something so rare and so sweet. My craved food that Damien had gotten for me, and she had just thrown it away. "Why would you do that? Are you normal?" I snapped at her, my hands balling into fists by my sides. Her lips curved into a menacing smirk. "Do what? Throw away trashy food to prevent it from ruining my kitchen? You have some nerve asking me that, young lady. I've been talking to you, and you behaved like I didn’t exist. You expect me to just—" I looked at the food on the floor once again, feeling my heart twist. My grandma had raised me to waste no food. Now this lady had just thrown away all my food. I closed my eyes, struggling to keep myself from doing something I'd end up regretting. "Hey, stupid girl! I am talking to you!" she screamed in my face, snapping me out of my thoughts. I jumped, startled, and stumbled backward, my feet slipping on the wet floor. I reached out, trying to grasp anything to break my fall. My hands wrapped around a soft fabric, and I pulled it, but instead of stopping my fall, it followed me. Both of us crashed to the floor, landing in the water with a splat. The hot liquid seeped through my clothes, sending a searing pain up my back. I let out a scream, struggling to move, but she pressed on me, letting me linger in the hot water. Just then, a voice growled, "What the hell is going on here?" We both turned, wide-eyed, to see Damien standing, his gaze darkening as he stared at us. His eyes moved from me to Selena and to the mess on the floor. Without wasting time, the woman jumped up, rushing toward Damien and throwing her arms around him. I think I saw him stiffen, or maybe it was just my imagination. "Selena? What happened?" Damien demanded, his voice and eyes softer than I'd ever seen in my three days of knowing him. Okay, so, his wife's name was Selena. As Damien and Selena stood there, I forgot about the pain in my back. The only thing I could focus on was the perfect couple before me. They looked like they were going for a photoshoot, while I, in my very casual attire, looked like someone heading to the farm. My heart clenched at the sight of them. But why? This was a marriage of convenience, and I should not forget that. Then why did it hurt seeing them in such close proximity? "Damien..." Selena's voice shook as she cried, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I didn’t see you in the living room when I came in, so I decided to check in your office. On the way there, I saw this woman in the kitchen and decided to ask her where you were." My brows shot up. None of this had happened, so why was she lying? "That's not—" "I was a bit thirsty, so I just asked her to get me some water, but she was rude, and she disrespected me and threw it all over the floor." My eyes widened, my mouth dropping open in shock. How could someone lie so effortlessly? I hadn't done that! She continued, "I went to help her, but she slipped, and as I tried to catch her, we both fell. I think I burnt my hand." She showed her palm to Damien. Damien held her palm in his hands, a slight hint of concern in his eyes. That was the first other emotion I had ever seen from him. That must have meant he had feelings for his wife. As I watched Damien's fingers delicately massage Selena's hand, my stomach twisted. I didn't know why I was feeling this way. Maybe it was how he was believing her without question. I decided to say something to expose her lies. "All that bullshit she just uttered is a big fat lie. I didn't—" "Selena, I am sorry about this clumsy girl," he cut me off, making me narrow my eyes at him. He surely didn’t believe all that rubbish she had just spewed, right? "Why won't you let me speak? You let her speak!" I blurted out, trying to defend myself. I wasn't going to stand around and get framed by a crazy jealous woman. Without paying me any heed, Damien turned to her. "Let's go to the room, and I'll get someone to check on your hands." They walked away, leaving me standing in the silence, my heart aching. I didn’t know how long I stood there, lost in thought, but soon I felt a presence in the room. Damien stood at the doorway, staring at me intently. I held his gaze for a few seconds but soon averted my eyes to stare at the floor, unable to bear the tension in the room. He started walking toward me, making my heart beat faster. A fiery heat was building in my chest, and I knew I wouldn't be able to control it. So once he got close, I tried to turn around and leave the kitchen, but warm, strong hands wrapped around my wrist, halting my movements. Damien stood in front of me, his eyes lingering too long on my face. My senses heightened, and I stiffened. He gripped my shoulders, turning me to face the opposite direction. What was he doing? I wondered, but each time I turned to look, he would tell me to stand still. His finger trailed down my back, running lightly over my wet clothes and the burnt spot. I shivered, my breath hitching in my throat. Then Damien leaned down, his voice a low whisper. "Astrid, take off your shirt."Astrid's POVI spun around fast, my muscles tensed. "What the hell did you say?"Damien stares at me, unbothered. "Take off your shirt," he repeats slowly, as if I hadn't heard him before."I heard you the first time, you shameless pig!" I exclaimed, my face turning red. "I thought you said no affection at home. Now you want me to please you while—""Do not test me, woman. I am not in the mood for any of your stupidity," he spoke through gritted teeth.I opened my mouth, but he didn’t let me speak. "Here," he said, pulling my hand, opening my palm, and placing a bottle in it. "Since you are too proud, take care of your own injury. And don’t come crying to me afterward."I glanced down at the object he placed in my palm. It was an ointment for burns. I bit my lip, awkwardness quickly taking over the atmosphere in the room. He clearly wanted to help me, and I just had to be rude. Great, Astrid! Just great."Uh, I, uh," I stuttered, heat rising to my cheeks. "I’m sorry, I didn’t know you
Damien's POVI walked away from Astrid's presence, storming up the stairs and into my room. The door slammed behind me, my hands clenching into tight fists at my sides.Why is this girl so infuriating, and it's not even been a week? How do I plan on surviving this? I don't know why I didn't I just send her to the hospital. Did I have to apply it myself?But you can't deny that you enjoy the show she unconsciously put on, my subconscious mocked me, making me groan as my trousers tightened around my groin.I couldn't stop staring at her pointed nipples through her bra as she focused on my hands applying the ointment. It took a lot in me to not just make her mine on that kitchen counter.Dang it! How could she turn me on with just a moan. An unintentional moan had me hardening like a rock. It's a good thing I left her presence in time before she noticed my young man acting like a sex-deprived dog.I walked to my bed, positioned in the middle of the room—a king-sized bed big enough to fit
Astrid's POV I paced back and forth in my room, rubbing my eyes as my mind buzzed with thoughts, all geared toward how foolishly I had acted. Why am I so stupid? I shouldn't have run off like a criminal. Now it looks like I was eavesdropping."Astrid," my subconscious mocked, you were indeed eavesdropping."Shut up," I exclaimed, then facepalmed.Great, I was now talking to myself. I think I need to get checked up.The rumbling of my stomach occurred almost simultaneously with the roar of thunder from outside. I walked to the balcony, facing the vast forest in Damien’s backyard. His property seemed to stretch on for miles, even having a small lake within it.I wondered why someone would have this much property when they couldn't even live in all of it. What does he do in this forest? Is he a wolf?I laughed at my own joke.It was almost evening, so the skies were getting dark. Or maybe it was just the impending rainfall threatening its way through the clouds. Either way, I needed to
Astrid's POV"What the hell happened here?" Damien repeated, his voice dropping to a dangerously low tone.My lips parted, but no words came out."Just answer me. What happened here?" he shouted, and I jumped."Uh, the thing is, I just, uh," I stammered, unable to find the right words to pacify him. "I just couldn’t eat all the food so I—""Did you have a party in my house?" he cut me off.A bitter laugh escaped his lips. "So what? You’re already trying to get me riled up?"Why the hell would he think that way? I mean, I knew the kitchen and dining room did look scattered and dirty, but wasn’t he just overreacting?"No, I didn’t," I explained defensively. "I just didn’t want to waste the food, so I told the maids and guards to eat. It wasn't much though." I added, knowing he could be worried about me spending much of his money.His nostrils flared, a low growl escaping his throat. "Excuse me? You did what?" he demanded, disbelief etched on his face.The little confidence that had star
Damien's POVWith wide eyes, I placed a hand between us, keeping some sort of barrier. “What do you think you’re doing, storming up towards me like that?”“It seems like your legs and brain don’t function properly, right?” he quirked a brow. “So I’m going to carry you.”Carry me? There is no way I am going to let him carry me.“You’re not carrying me. I have legs,” I said, folding my arms against my chest. We held each other’s gazes for what felt like forever, neither of us willing to back down.Finally, I sighed, sagging my shoulders as I walked toward the part of the table I had cleaned.Damien discarded his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his upper arms, giving me a perfect view of his toned forearms. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, and I caught a glimpse of his chest—the same chest I had leaned against just a few minutes ago.My heart raced as I stared at him. It wasn’t like I hadn’t noticed before, but now I couldn’t help but admit it: I had marrie
Damien's POVI adjusted the cufflinks of my suit as I walked downstairs to get to work. When I passed by the kitchen, I glanced inside, seeing Myra and two other maids cleaning up the mess from last night.My lips curled up slightly as I realized that Astrid indeed hadn’t cleaned the kitchen—not that I expected her to. For someone who was out to show she could make it on her own, she needed to learn to stand her ground and not let anyone command her. That was the only way she could succeed. I was impressed with her strength and hoped she remained the same.Myra saw me first, and her lips moved. I was sure she was informing the other two of my presence because they turned toward me, bowing respectfully with their hands placed in front of them. Myra, the head maid, walked toward me.“Mr. Starkov, sir, is there anything you would like to have for breakfast? I can make it right away.”“Myra,” my voice came out cold—never intentionally, but still, this is how I have always been since that
Astrid's POVDisappointment hit me like a tidal wave when Damien didn't react as I had expected him to after discovering that I didn't clean up as he had ordered.I was expecting him to be his grumpy self and maybe even raise his voice. Well, I don’t think he’s raised his voice since I came to his house, but that doesn’t matter.I was just expecting him to go out of his way and scold me so that I would be pushed and motivated to stand my ground and tell him that I am not his slave.I am not his maid who he can control and order around. I can't believe he asked me to clean. Just because the maids and guards had a good time?Yes, I was indeed going to clean the kitchen, but the fact that he commanded me to do it made me lose my mind. I decided that I wouldn’t do what he wanted just because he wanted to show that he had power over me.“Ma’am, do you want us to start packing your stuff now?” Myra, who stood in my room with two other maids, asked me in a soft voice.My brows furrowed. “Pac
Astrid's POVI ground my teeth together, clenching my jaw muscles and fists as I stomped towards the car where the devil sat comfortably, trying to control my life. The driver stepped out and gave me a small bow while opening the door. My brows creased in confusion when I didn’t see Damien inside.“Uh, where’s Mr. Starkov?” I asked, my mind reeling. He had ordered me to join him, yet he wasn’t even here? What the hell?“He will join us soon, ma’am. My orders were to pick you up,” the driver, whom I now knew as Fred, responded before driving through the city.The sun was already going down, casting a soft glow over the hills in the distance. Pedestrians and drivers all hurried to get home before the evening rush hour began. The car swerved to a stop in front of a fancy restaurant.“Are we to meet here?” I asked, but the driver shook his head, his eyes glancing straight into the restaurant. I followed his gaze while asking, “Then why are we—”The words got stuck in my throat at the sigh
Astrid’s POV "Dear Astrid, I know I am still an enemy in your heart. Or maybe you have truly forgiven me, as you said. But I have decided to go far away, to let us all have peace of mind. Why? Because I have tried to move on, but I can't. Somehow, I still have feelings for you. Inasmuch as I worked with your sister against you, I just couldn't get rid of them. I had to pretend when I was helping you, just so you would allow me to keep you safe. I will come back. Of course, I have to. But that will only be when I am sure that I have moved on 100% from you. I am also sorry for planting the bomb in that car. I know you blamed yourself for their deaths. Please don't. It was going to happen either way. Take care of yourself and your baby. I love you, Astrid. I am not expecting you to say it back, ever. But I just want you to know that I do. Bye, Astrid." * I closed the letter, feeling a tear drop onto my hand. Adrian had been of much help, and I think he was doing the right thing b
Astrid's POV The police cars had barely parked when I was rushing inside, ignoring the calls for me to come back. I was beyond reasoning today. All I needed was to make sure Damien was safe. How? No idea, but I was going to stop them today, even if it meant killing my own father. As I ran through the living room and took the corridor leading to Damien's office, my steps halted as Tiffany and Arthur came rushing down the corridor. Tiffany held him up as he limped. They hadn't seen me yet, so I hid behind the wall. To my side, there was a golden vase on the floor. God bless Damien for keeping antiques like this around. With much difficulty, I lifted it and held it, listening closely so I didn't miss my target. As they came barreling down the corridor, I lifted the vase and, with all my strength, hit it hard against Tiffany's head. She fell to the ground, unconscious. If she was dead, then it was good because what was going to happen to her if she didn't die from this was going to be
Damien's POVI woke up to muffled voices and movement. Blinking through the haze, I saw Arthur and Tiffany standing close together.It was real. Not a dream.My own mother was siding with Arthur.What in the world?My eyes trailed down to Arthur’s legs, noticing that his previously wounded leg was now patched up and bandaged. A bit sloppy, but still okay.I cursed the heavens at that moment for making my mother a nurse before she married Dad. Now, with her helping his injuries, she could help them escape, and I would have no way to fight back."Ugh."Shut. My groan alerted them, and they turned to look at me."Hey, son. You’re awake?" Tiffany smirked. "You should get some rest. You’ll need your strength."Arthur nodded, stepping beside her as she walked toward me.My stomach churned, and I clenched my fists. I had to find a way out of this.I struggled to support myself and stand, but only then did I notice that my hands were tied behind my back. Liquid dripped from my head, and when
Damien's POVLike music to my ears were the groans of Arthur Marshall as he clutched his wounded leg while glaring daggers at me from where he lay on the floor. He had broken in, expecting to take me unaware.Astrid had broken me. After her departure, I had become a mess, going as far as drinking alcohol and doing things I had promised never to do. Luke, seeing that, reduced the amount of security in the house. First mistake.One day, I came home, and the bodyguards tried to help me. In anger, I decided to relieve all of them from duty for a few weeks, just until I could get Astrid home. So I gave them a much-celebrated vacation, which they took. And that was where my self-torture skyrocketed.I didn’t even show up at the office but spent my days indoors, working in my home office tirelessly and then drinking myself to sleep. That was the routine. And that was how Arthur found me.Luckily, Luke was wise enough to leave some cameras in my house, connected to the office. That was how he
Astrid’s POVToday was D-Day.Adrian had let me go to his house, a mansion in the middle of the city—much smaller than Damien’s, but it would have to do. Since Grandmother didn’t know where Damien lived exactly, she wouldn’t know I wasn’t at his place and that this was all a plan. The police were on standby, cameras set; she had to confess whether she knew it or not.“My beautiful grandbaby, look at you! You’re so healthy and happy—you look fat,” Grandma greeted as soon as she walked through the door.“Hi, Grandma. Nice to meet you.” The words felt bitter on my tongue, but I had to pretend to be happy to see her.After that day, Damien didn’t leave me alone. Every day, he kept disturbing me, so I had to move out of that house to somewhere else, which he still found—telling me there was no way he was letting me and his baby go."Co-parent my foot." Those were his exact words to me.It was only because of Luke’s intervention that he didn’t carry me back home. Thank God he didn’t, or els
Astrid's POVLying over the toilet seat had become a habit of mine. Even after leaving Damien's house and going to the small apartment Adrian had rented since I refused anything too extravagant, I couldn't keep anything down. I was booked for a doctor's appointment tomorrow, and so I decided to just drink a lot of water to replenish whatever I was losing. But from the looks of things, I could go to the doctor today.The thought of Damien and Fiona currently kissing or doing something else–it was nighttime, so maybe they were wrapped in the sheets already–filled my head, making me restless.Each time I closed my eyes to sleep, their faces would pop into my mind. Damien's first making me smile, and then Fiona reminding me that I had lost him forever.As I finally stood up from my spot on the ground, Adrian knocked on the door."Astrid? Come on, there's something you need to see."I groaned. Couldn't a pregnant, heartbroken woman rest?"What is going on, Adrian?" I asked. I just wanted t
Damien’s POV"What is wrong with Astrid?" I asked Luke the moment I stepped out of the house and into my car.He didn’t immediately respond but glared at me for a couple of seconds. When I raised a brow, he shook his head."You’re so dumb, Damien. What day is it today?""Thursday?" I replied, wondering what today had to do with my question."And what is happening on this particular Thursday, Damien?"I tried to wrack my brain for answers. Of course, a lot of things were happening. How did he expect me to know which one he meant?"Just tell me what is wrong with Astrid, Luke. She doesn’t look fine. She looks so pale, so sick. In fact, turn the car around. Let’s go take her to the hospital.""And then what next? Damien, you’re getting married today. Do you really think any married woman would be happy and look lively on the morning of her husband's wedding to her sister who betrayed her in the past?"Of course, I knew it. I had just been trying to deny it, but his words hit me in the gu
Astrid's POVIt had been a week since the announcement that shattered my existence. Damien and Fiona weren't planning on taking things slow. Not one bit.I walked down the stairs as carefully as I could, my thoughts running. What if he knew I was pregnant? How would he react? Would he even let me walk down these stairs? Or would he prefer I sleep downstairs? What about my job? My eating habits?I'd been trying so hard to eat, but as soon as anything got close to my mouth, I felt like throwing it all up. The doctor told me it was normal, but I needed to eat for my child's sake. Everything I was doing now revolved around this little life in me. If not, I'd have been a shell of myself.Every night, I'd cook. Enough for both of us. Then I'd wait for him to return so we could eat, but when he didn't show up after hours of waiting, I'd just eat as little as I could and sleep after soaking my pillow with tears."Myra, has Damien eaten?" I asked her as I walked into the kitchen.She turned to
Astrid's POVAs soon as I picked up the call from Eliza, screaming filled my ears."You shouldn't have told him! God, you just acted out of impulse, and now what? If you had spoken to me first, this wouldn't have happened.""And if you had told me, I would never have told him, okay? I didn't know that was the situation!" Luke shouted back.I took the phone away from my ear to stare at the screen, sleep completely clearing from my eyes.What was going on? I'd never heard them quarrel. And why did she call me while they were arguing? Maybe I was butt-dialed. Yes, that had to be it."Hello?"I was about to drop the call when I heard Eliza speak into the phone."You better hope she picks up this call before he finds out."Finds out? Finds out what?"You just ruined everything we've been working on for months!""I'm sorry, okay? I had no idea that was what was going on. I would never have said it, but—""Oh, she's not picking up.""I'm right here, Eliza," I said, bringing the phone closer