For the first time in her lifetime, Devon is smoking a cigarette while in deep thought. Now that she got all her memories back, she’s cruising down the memory lane.Looking back, her life seemed to be uneventful. Being the sheltered princess of the Farrows family, she experienced almost nothing in her adolescence. Thanks to that, she’s quite ignorant in dealing with more complicated emotions and situations.Now Daemon came into her life and suddenly, she’s been pushed into the real cruel world that treated her harshly. She’s been rejected, abused, almost killed, lost her child, forgot her own memories, almost raped. She’s experienced it all and it sucks. So much. “Can you light me up?”With an open mouth, she looked up to find Henry holding out a cigarette at her. She nodded and reached for the lighter by his side and gave it to him. He chuckled and sat beside her taking in the lighter and lighting up his cigarette at the same time. “I didn’t know you smoke,” he broke the awkward si
“Stop it, Maddy.”Daemon pushed Maddy’s face away from him and stood up from his swivel chair. He has just read another show cause order from the court regarding yet another investigation on one of his casinos. “Why? You are enjoying it, right? These things, these wild things I could give you, you cannot have this from your naïve wife.”She continued to hover him, trying to kiss his neck and lips but he managed to push her away again. “Don’t talk with my wife like that.”He went to the wine bar to pour himself a drink. Devon is back in the house trying to do everything to find their missing daughter. He wanted to be with her now to help her but the issues hounding his business is keeping him busy on top of his prior engagements outside. Maddy didn’t stop. She walked up to him and touched his arm seductively. “I know you’re too busy with the investigation of your businesses and finding your daughter plus your wife isn’t even understanding any of this. She just sits in your house w
Devon cannot help but force herself not to smile when she walked into the living room of the mansion and found Daemon standing in the middle of it holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He looked so awkward holding the huge bundles of roses in his arms that she knew right then and there that this is maybe the first time he held them to give personally to a woman.She crossed their distance and cocked a brow at him. “Is this your way of making me yield on you?” “Do you want me to be honest?” he asked back.“Of course.”“Yes, that is one of the reasons why I’m doing this.”She rolled her eyes on him as disappointment set in. Is it really that hard to act like he really meant it for her? He saw the flowers and instantly remembered her? Compared to his daily routines as a mafia boss, lying should be peanuts to him.“You’re a jerk. No need to do this, Daemon. I told you already. I won’t leave.”Frustrated and annoyed, she turned to leave but he quickly grabbed her arm to stop her. “Bu
“Ma’am, Devon, this came in the mail today. It’s for you.”A helper handed her a parcel while she’s sitting on the sofa in the living room trying to plan her next move. She’s been doing her best to try to find evidence that her brother’s daughter is Emily but so far, she can’t find any. Daemon checked if Brian or any of her family left the country but no one went abroad.So now they’re in a quagmire on what to do next. Would they continue chasing after her brother or would they move on to the next step?“For me?”“Yes, ma’am.”“Oh, thank you.”She got it and inspected the package. Her name as receiver is listed but the sender is anonymous.“What is this? Should I open it? What if it’s something dangerous?”She quickly set aside her doubts and proceeded into tearing the side of the packet. It’s an envelope and there’s a note attached on the paper.“This is a DNA test result we conducted to prove that our child is mine, Devon. I know what you’re feeling now. It must have been horrible
“Mr. Druft, we have a search warrant. Our operation is legal. We’ll arrest you for obstructing authorities if you keep to be on our way.”He locked eyes with the police, threatening the chief officer while the latter is trying his best not to get intimidated. They’re in his Druft tower conducting a search operation after a court ordered it. Of course, Daemon is not naïve to read that the ruling is influenced by someone who knows him, maybe an enemy but always a close friend. He hitched the police’s collar prompting his men to aim their guns at him. “Who ordered this? Tell me. Is it the Farrows? Maddy? The senator? Tell me Lucas or else I will not spare you and your family.”Lucas just sighed and pushed him away and then looked at the other officers. “Take him out of here.”He resisted and was about to grab his gun to fight back when Lucas put a sense on his head. “Daemon, we’re just here to do our work. Nothing personal. Come on, man!”He has no choice but to leave them alone. Lucas
Her hands are cold inside his clasp while inside the car. They’re outside the Farrows mansion to get their plan going. Daemon’s private army on standby for possible hostilities. “You can do it, Devon. For Emily,” Daemon motivated his wife when she trembled under his touch. “You’re not alone. Whatever happens, know that I’m here beside you.”She met his soft gaze. His words comforted her knowing that she’ll not be alone in facing her family this time. She lost count how many times she wished for this to happen and now it’s finally happening. “O-Okay. Thank you so much.”Hand in hand, they got out of the car and rang the bell. A heavily armed man opened the gate for them with his gun aiming at Daemon’s head.“Freeze!” he yelled at Daemon. “I want to see my mother. I’m here to visit her,” Devon said in a calm tone despite her hand chilling in his grip.“I’ll put that gun down if I were you,” Daemon said without any sound of fear in his voice.With his towering height and muscular body,
“Sir Daemon, we have located Erick.”From intently looking at the documents he gathered on the narcotics business of the Farrows, he looked at Elon, his systems operations manager he gave a task to look into the accident years ago. The man he’s been looking for since the disappearance of Devon finally came to the surface. The driver of the car that’s been in the accident. He survived the wreck according to an intel report he received but he was unable to track him all this time.“After all these years? And you only managed to find him by now? Are you all really that incompetent?” He lit a cigarette and glanced at the photo frame of Devon and Emily on his desk that he kept for years. “Where is he?”“Sir, we didn’t find him. He turned himself in and recorded a video for you.”“Where is he?” he repeated himself and stood to get his coat. He’ll deal with the man face to face. "I will talk to him personally.”Elon placed a flash drive on his desk. “Sir, he died by suicide this morning aft
“What are you doing here?”Devon froze on the spot when her mother caught her in the act of opening one of the drawers in the master’s bedroom. She decided to stay in the house while Daemon is in his office to start her investigation. “Nothing.” She pushed back the drawer and smile at her mother. “I was just looking around. I never knew that I missed being here in the house so much.” To further convince Melena, she acted like tearing up. “I…” she made her voice quivered, “I missed being here, mom.” She touched her flat belly and pretended to caress the imaginary bump there. “I want my child to be able to freely run here which I did not experienced before as your child.”Melena walked to her side and held her hands in her. “Devon, my lovely daughter. Can we leave that all behind? Please, forgive us for all our lacking as parents back then. Let’s start anew now, can we? We will try hard to cater you and Daemon to this family even though it’s very difficult.”“How about dad? Will he be
One year after,“I’ve come to visit you, dad, finally.”She placed a basket of flowers into the grave of Gestoni Farrows and gazed at his name.It’s been months since he was buried but it’s the first time she visited him. She already came from Emily’s grave earlier. Coming into her resting place every day has been her routine. “I am not like you, dad. I was not corrupted by power. I am still here wanting to leave this all behind.” Sitting on the ground, she looked at the clear blue sky above her. “Are you feeling good there? What is it like being finally at peace? That’s unfair when you left us all here in chaos.”For her, forgiveness is still far-fetched. The pain is still fresh and she thought she would never have gotten over the death of her daughter.But life goes on especially for the people whom she should be strong for. She already accepted in her heart and mind that being a Farrows is just a part of her past. Until now, she has not talked with her mother. She knows that it
She found herself going back into their mansion where the wake of her father is being held. On the entrance, her mother could not hold her anger and attacked her and slapped her hard on both of her cheeks.She accepted the two slaps but not the third one. Those two were enough. Hitting her on the third time would already be a disrespect for her, Emily, and her baby.“How dare you come here in your father’s wake after you killed your own father?!” she shouted helplessly at her face while the forlorn guests looked on waiting for the drama to unfold.Devon looked at the whole place and sighed. "His other sons aren't here. Does it mean they also killed him?""How dare you!" She tried slapping her again but she dodged it. "If I know that this will happen then I shouldn't have told you the truth! I should have kept it all inside me! I regretted telling you about your daughter's death."Devon can only nod in pain. "See, this is why we'll never mend our broken relationship. I can understand t
“Daemon?!” she asked and stopped in her tracks.She’s feeling too happy and confused at the same time. Happy because her husband is alive. He survived his injuries miraculously. Confused because what is he even doing here?Devon ran towards him and hugged him tightly while sobbing in his arms. He felt his hand on her head caressing it gently like he always does to comfort her. And then he gently pulled away her hands from his waist that were tightly clasping around him never wanting to let go. “Thank you for holding up. Now leave the rest to me, Devon. You go live your life without me in it.”Slowly, she looked up at him with an open mouth, her tears stopped from streaming down her blood-soaked face. She stood there as the meaning of his words finally registered in her head. “No! I won’t leave you. I am the one who killed that monster. No one should suffer but me. It’s my greatest revenge against him! Why are you even doing this? You are severely wounded. You are supposed to be rest
“I’m telling you, Melena. If you do not want to be beaten again then shut your mouth up!” Gestoni’s uptight voice echoed in the walls of the mansion that witnessed how Devon tried to cope with the death that was served in front of her. But Melena remained in her place not backing down despite the immense pressure her husband is exerting against her. “Even if you kill me, I would still tell her! I can’t take this anymore! I’m done being silent regarding this. Gestoni, that was our granddaughter! The first one we had! I can no longer carry the guilt inside.”Devon slowly stood up from the floor both appalled and confused by her statement. What is she talking about? What does she mean by that? Is it about Emily? Her instincts are telling her it’s about Emily.“Mom! What is it you’re talking about?! Tell me!” she begged her mother hoping she would kill the suspense and tell her if what she’s thinking about this is right. “Melena!” Gestoni interrupted to stop his wife. “Go back upstair
Devon is panting for air. Her chest is heaving but there is a new sense of new emotion that she has just felt now. Looking at her hands full of blood and the man unconscious on the dirt ground brought a different kind of euphoria and satisfaction she has just come to experience now. “So is this the kind of feeling dad and Daemon are having on a daily basis?” She stared at the gun in her hand. “So this is power,” she muttered and emptily glanced at the man lying on his own blood.She broke most of his bones already but it seemed like she wanted to do more. Of course she can do more. When Daemon showed her where he kept Joffrey, he basically gave her the permission to do anything she wanted to do with him. That includes even killing him now. “Can I do it? Can I really kill a person?” she asked herself, her eyes going back from the man and the gun on her hand. She aimed the gun at him and inhaled. “Come on, Devon. Kill him. He made your life a living hell. He’s a rapist. He doesn’t
“So, what’s the plan next?” she asked while treating Daemon’s wound. They just came home after what happened and they’re already planning for their next move. Lucy is fast asleep in the other room after their helper brought her to bed. She slowly put on his jacket for him and sat on the floor looking up to him sitting on the bed. “We need to strengthen our security. Brian would surely suspect that Lucy is here so this is the safest place we have now. I’m sure he will not blow the place where he is suspecting that we’re hiding his daughter.”“You’re right so what are we going to do now?”He reached for the gun on the floor and put it on his side while never leaving her eyes. “We have to strike first. We cannot wait for your father’s next move. Our main priority is eliminating Gestoni. In that way, your mother will be able to talk. She’ll confess where they’re hiding Emily. Tonight, I’ll make sure to corner her and let me frankly tell you Devon that this could not end well. It’s eithe
“Devon, child. You are not in the position to ask anything from me.”She just laughed emptily and took out the gun from her pocket and shot it directly to the window of her father’s home office. The glasses shattered and the security system of their house was alerted. She heard the alarm in the voices of the men inside and some went outside to check. They instantly put down their firearms when she saw her with bombs strapped all over her body. “Now that I shattered your window, do I now have the position to ask you a favor?” she said coldly and moved her head and the men ran back inside to check on their boss. “You bitch!” Gestoni yelled and looked down on her from the broken window. He paused to take a good look at her and when he saw that she has all kinds of bombs on her body, her tone died down and there’s a noticeable crack “W-What?! What are you doing outside?! What the fuck are you doing?!”She smirked when she caught his attention. “I finally got your attention, dad. Now
“Sylvia, I told you already! Dad won’t be moved by this! He will not even care even if we tell us that Devon killed Lucy! You’re just wasting your time begging on him!”Sylvia did not let Brian stop her from going out of the car and into the house where Gestoni is temporarily working because his whole headquarters has been under siege the other day by Daemon’s men. The attack was unexpected and almost half of his men were wiped out.“I don’t care, Brian! I still have to try. I promised Devon I’ll beg your father to return Emily to them so we could have Lucy back! If I have to kiss his feet or give him a blow job or be his sex doll, I’ll do it for the sake of Lucy!”Brian gripped her wrist tightly, his face darkening from hearing those words from her.“What did you say?! Can you please repeat it to me?!”“You heard me right! I am willing to fuck your father if that is the only way I could have my child back.” She took her wrist away from him and lifted her head to him. Her look is def
The way she phrased it is not really requesting him but somewhat that of a person who has long thought about it and is just informing him of her decision. Daemon was caught off guard but quickly recovered from the shock. Getting up, he gently pulled Devon out of the room so they could talk freely. “Devon, you know we can’t do that. She is not Emily. Lucy has her own parents who also long for her return. She is not our child. She is not ours to keep,” he spoke to her in the softest voice he can afford. If repeating the same thing he tells her every day since she kidnapped Lucy over and over again to inculcate it in her head, then he doesn't mind at all as long as it will make things right. He’s carefully balancing between doing what’s right and logical and not upsetting her though he reckoned that she will still be hurt in the process but he wants it to happen gradually. Exhaling, she put her hand on her chest and opened her mouth to convince him this time. “I know that. It’s just