Chapter 7:
ROSALINE'S POV~ Damien's eyes were blazing with rage as he took slow, deliberate steps towards me, his finger pointed accusingly in my direction. "Shameless whore," he spat, venom in his voice. "You move on like I never existed. How dare you? How could you just forget about me, after all we've been through?" He paused, staring at me with utter contempt. "Did you miss me at all, or were you too busy sleeping around to notice I was gone?" I wanted to claw his eyes out. My nostrils flared, my fists clenched at my sides. Ezra stepped forward, shielding me with his body. "That's enough, Damien," he said, a warning in his tone. But I wasn't about to let him speak for me. I reached out, grabbing Ezra's arm and giving it a sharp tug. He hesitated for a moment, before stepping back, letting me take the lead. My mouth curled into a wicked grin as I locked eyes with Damien, folding my arms across my chest. I was no longer afraid of his words or his anger. I was fueled by it, empowered by it. "Jealous much, Damien?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "If you missed me so much, why didn't you bother to call? Or did you think that disappearing without a word was a better strategy?” I glared at Damien, trying to decipher the strange flicker of emotion in his eyes, my rage only continued to build. I wanted nothing more than to crush him under the heel of my boot, to make him disappear into the ether like he had with our child. He remained silent, his jaw clenched tight, and I nodded, feigning pity. "Oh, poor Damien," I sighed, the mockery dripping from my words like honey. "You must be so lost without me." Slowly, deliberately, I began to approach him, my nostrils flaring as I took in his masculine scent. It was once a source of comfort, but now it made me want to gag, like a putrid stench invading my lungs. "Hmm," I hummed, almost to myself, satisfied by the revulsion his scent aroused. "Seems like you're not quite as irresistible as you thought." With that, I reared back and delivered a sharp slap across his face, relishing the look of shock on his face as he stumbled back, nearly falling over. “And that's for calling me a whore, you cheating bastard!" But Damien was nothing if not persistent, and he growled, lunging at me with murder in his eyes. Before he could reach me, however, Ezra stepped between us, shoving Damien back with a force that sent him reeling. "You dare lay a hand on me?" Damien snarled, his body shaking with rage. "You think you can get away with that? I'll make you regret it. I'll make him regret it too.” He then pointed at me. "This bitch has forgotten what I'm capable of." I laughed, a sound devoid of any joy or mirth. "Oh, Damien, you deluded fool," I spat. "You have no power over me anymore. You might as well be a speck of dust on the wind. And as for your threats? Bring it on. I'm not the scared, weak little girl you married anymore. I'll destroy you before you even have a chance to blink." With a smirk, I turned and sashayed towards Ezra, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him close. His eyes darkened as I rose on the tips of my toes, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Once I pulled away, I turned back towards Damien, my expression cold. "I hope you have a good lawyer, Damien," I purred. "Because I'm coming for you. And when I'm done with you, you'll be a pile of ashes in the wind. And I'll be richer than my wildest dreams. Consider this your final warning." Damien's face grew redder and redder, an intense, almost unnatural shade of purple, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He was boiling over, clearly ready to explode with anger, and I imagined him crumpling to the ground in a heap, maybe even having a stroke or heart attack. It would serve him right. But before he could unleash his fury, the reporters began to swarm, cameras flashing and guards trying to hold them back. Ezra took charge immediately, pulling me close and kissing the top of my head for the cameras. He guided me toward the car, shielding me from the reporters and making sure I didn't bump my head as I slid into the back seat. I watched Ezra's expression transform as he turned to face Damien, his face now hard and cold. He seemed to revel in Damien's rage, savoring it like a fine wine as he slammed the car door shut and ordered the driver to speed off. The car peeled away from the scene, Damien's furious figure shrinking in the rearview mirror as we sped off. ~ ~ ~ As the car pulled up to Ezra's lavish estate, I spotted his assistant stepping out to greet us. With a respectful nod in my direction, he turned to Ezra, awaiting orders. "Rosaline," Ezra began. "I'd like you to stay the night. We have much to discuss and there's a small matter of your new mansion. It's ready for your arrival, but we need your signature to make it official. What do you say?" I offered him a coy smile. "I'll be happy to join you inside. Perhaps I'll stay the night, and we can finish this conversation over dinner. My mansion can wait until tomorrow." Ezra's assistant, who I now knew was named Sebastian, gave a curt nod and disappeared into the house, presumably to alert the maids of my arrival. Ezra and I made our way inside, settling into plush seats in the sitting room. I could feel his piercing gaze upon me as he leaned back, tilting his head slightly. My brows furrowed. Ezra rubbed his chin and looked at me with a glint in his eye. "So, Rosaline, do you miss him?" I raised an eyebrow at him, feigning confusion. "Who?" I asked, trying to keep my tone level. Ezra chuckled, but I didn't find it funny. "Damien, your ex-husband. You know, the one who seems desperate to have you back by any means necessary," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. I pursed my lips, not amused. But before I could respond, my eyes were drawn to the television, which had started playing. My breath caught in my throat when I saw Damien on the screen, answering questions from reporters. My eyes dimmed, and I found myself pointing to the TV, "Can you turn up the volume?" Ezra's brow furrowed, and I could see the concern in his eyes as he reached for the remote. The volume increased, and Damien's voice filled the room, answering the questions with a practiced ease. The reporters surrounded Damien, cameras flashing and questions flying. One female reporter, a redhead with a sharp gaze, stepped forward, her voice ringing out above the noise. "Mr. Damien, I think we're all wondering - is it true that you and Rosaline have been separated for years, and you kept this information from the media?" Damien let out a heavy sigh, his eyes lowered as though in deep contemplation. He faced the camera, his voice taking on a grave tone. "I've always kept my personal affairs private, but this situation...this situation is too important to ignore." Damien paused, his face contorting in an expression of sadness and concern. "Rosaline, my dear wife, left me without warning, without any explanation. One day, I woke up to find divorce papers on my pillow and my wife gone. Just gone. Three years later, and I still haven't heard from her." He shook his head, his gaze shifting from the camera to the reporters, as though appealing directly to their humanity. "I am a broken man, and I want my wife back. I don't care about my reputation. I don't care about what people think. All I care about is Rosaline. I love her, and I know she loves me. I know she's out there, somewhere, with some other man, doing God knows what. And I just want her to come home, where she belongs." Damien's words hung in the air like a poisonous mist, his manipulative charisma palpable even through the television screen. The reporters shifted uncomfortably, their faces morphing into one of pity. But Damien wasn't done yet. "And Rosaline, if you're watching this, if you can hear me, I want you to know that I forgive you. I know you've made mistakes, that you've been with other men, that you've done things you regret. But I'm here for you. I love you, and I want you to come home. I want to show the world how much I love you, how much I want to make things right." I clenched my fists, rage boiling up inside me as I watched Damien on the screen. I wanted to scream at him, to throw something at the television, to make him pay for his lies and his manipulation. A second reporter decided to add her two cents. "Mr. Damien, have you ever been violent to Rosaline? Have you ever cheated on her? And why would a woman who has everything in the world, admired by many young women, wake up one day and flee? What's going on in your relationship, really?" Everywhere fell silent and all eyes were on Damien. My jaw clenched, waiting for Damien's response. I knew exactly what was going to happen next, I'd seen it a million times before. Damien chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a dark, calculating light. He stared deep into the reporter's eyes, letting her know that she had crossed a line that should never have been crossed. She was in deep trouble, and she knew it.Chapter 8:ROSALINE'S POV~"I love my woman more than life itself," Damien said, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "I would do anything to prove that to the world.”I could feel my blood boiling as Damien continued to spin his web of lies. "Rosaline is my queen, my everything. And I'm willing to take her back with open arms, even if she's been sleeping with other men." He paused, letting the words sink in. "Because I know that deep down, she belongs to me. She's mine, and I'm hers."My stomach turned as I watched Damien manipulate the media with ease. How could I have lived with such a monster for so long without realizing the truth? I felt like an utter fool for trusting him, even for a fleeting moment.As I turned to face Ezra, I expected to see the expression of disgust on his face as well but instead I noticed his amused expression. "Wow, Damien could give Hollywood a run for its money with that performance," he said with a smirk.I couldn't bring myself to crack a smile.I
ROSALIE'S POV~My heart plummeted as I walked into the lavish banquet hall, my eyes sweeping over the sea of elites, their chattering filled the entire hall as soft music played.My gaze moved to Damien, my husband, who stood beside me ever since we arrived making my heart crack. For the past one hour, he had been glued to his phone, his face never lifting from its screen, a smile spread across his lips. It was a smile I had never seen him direct at me; for the past three years of our marriage.I could feel my chest tightening at the thought of him texting someone else, but I dared not suspect. When Damien finally pocketed his phone and turned to me, I met his gaze with a hard look.His eyes darkened as he spoke, "Don't you know how to fake a smile anymore? Those irritating little smiles of yours that screamed nothing but desperation? We're making an appearance in front of several high calibre people for goodness sake. You must carry this facade on without any slip, Rosalie."His word
ROSALIE'S POV~“You're still up?" “Let's get a divorce, Damien." I interrupted him just before he could continue speaking and I saw his shoulders slump.Damien stared at me in silence, his chest heaving up and down. I had no idea what he was thinking. "Are you out of your mind?" he asked, his voice menacing.I shrugged nonchalantly, descending the last of the stairs to stand before him. “Let's not play this game, Damien. I want a divorce,” I declared, folding my arms across my chest. “And that's final. You can go be with whoever you want. Don't you think this farce of a marriage is stopping you from having an open affair with the woman that you claim to love? Think about it!” Damien's face turned bright red with anger as he closed the distance between us.“Do you think if I wanted to divorce you that much, I wouldn't have done it?” he shouted, his eyes narrowed into slits. “I wouldn’t even blink twice to serve you the divorce papers, Rosaline.”I scoffed, not letting his words affe
ROSALIE'S POV~Dressed head to toe in concealing layers so I wouldn't be recognized by the public or anyone else, I exited the SUV, casting my gaze around the hospital parking lot. The weight of my dark sunglasses and heavy shawl did nothing to prevent a chill from running down my spine as I realized I was being followed. Four men, dressed casually yet suspiciously, lingered just outside my line of sight. Damien’s men—I was sure of it.These were the same men who I had seen, lingering right outside the mansion when I had driven out. They had traced me! How hadn't I realized that on time?!Every alarm in my head went off at once, screaming danger. He had placed them here to watch me."Fucking asshole!" I muttered under my breath, feeling my heart race. Damien’s insidious control was suffocating, and I knew I needed to escape his lap dogs. But how? My mind raced, struggling to come up with a plan. I couldn’t risk my pregnancy being discovered.I slipped back into the car, glancing aro
ROSALIE'S POV~"I see..." she muttered to herself, the words reverberating in the car. The suffocating air in the vehicle seemed to grow even thicker and thicker. “I'll help you." Chloe attempted to smile, but her lips remained frozen, unmoved by the effort. I turned away, gazing out the window as the car pulled away, my chest feeling tight and constricted.Chloe parked the car on a side street, a deserted place that would hopefully provide a shield from Damien’s watchful gaze. I dialed my lawyer’s number, who promptly arrived with a fresh set of divorce papers. My fingers trembled slightly as I accepted them, carrying them back to Chloe’s waiting car.Chloe’s hand was firm as she offered me the pen. Her face was impassive, but I could sense the barely contained excitement, like a storm brewing beneath the surface. With a shaky hand, I took the pen and began to sign the papers, my vision blurring as tears formed in the corners of my eyes. The letters on the page seemed to swirl and d
ROSALIE'S POV~ I stared up at the stark, white ceiling, the tears from my eyes rolling silently down my cheeks. The room swam in a haze of white lights and sterile smells, my body shivering from the cold of the metal table beneath me. I refused the anesthesia the doctor offered, preferring the pain to the numbness. I wanted to feel everything—every needle prick, every tug of the sutures, every throbbing ache—to remind me that this was real. That this pain was mine. The doctor finished his work, pulling the last stitch through my skin with clinical efficiency. He set the needle down and turned to face me, his lips pulling into a thin line. I closed my eyes, letting the tears fall freely. They ran in rivers down the side of my face, pooling in the hollow of my ear. I wanted to scream, to rage against the injustice of it all, but I couldn't. There was nothing left but this empty, hollow pain. “You're done?" My voice was hoarse and gruffy. I snapped my eyes open. “These people
Chapter 6:ROSALIE'S POV~~THREE YEARS LATER~I snapped my eyes open as the plane landed on the runway, my Hermes Birkin Bag clutched tightly in my grip. My gaze was cold and calculated, taking in every detail of the scene around me. The private jet's door opened and a swarm of flight attendants rushed to gather my bags, while I descended the stairs with slow steps. Every fiber of my being was on high alert. Everything had changed since I'd last been here. The cityscape, the air, the atmosphere—everything felt different."Welcome ma'am, Mr. Montgomery wanted to know if you enjoyed the flight in his new jet," a bodyguard said.I turned to face him, my lips curling into a small, cold smile. "Mr. Montgomery is quite generous," I replied. The guard nodded and gestured for me to follow, tapping his earpiece as we walked.Three years had passed since Ezra had sent me away abroad to study further, offering to pay for everything I needed to rebuild my life, return back home and manage one of
Chapter 8:ROSALINE'S POV~"I love my woman more than life itself," Damien said, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "I would do anything to prove that to the world.”I could feel my blood boiling as Damien continued to spin his web of lies. "Rosaline is my queen, my everything. And I'm willing to take her back with open arms, even if she's been sleeping with other men." He paused, letting the words sink in. "Because I know that deep down, she belongs to me. She's mine, and I'm hers."My stomach turned as I watched Damien manipulate the media with ease. How could I have lived with such a monster for so long without realizing the truth? I felt like an utter fool for trusting him, even for a fleeting moment.As I turned to face Ezra, I expected to see the expression of disgust on his face as well but instead I noticed his amused expression. "Wow, Damien could give Hollywood a run for its money with that performance," he said with a smirk.I couldn't bring myself to crack a smile.I
Chapter 7:ROSALINE'S POV~Damien's eyes were blazing with rage as he took slow, deliberate steps towards me, his finger pointed accusingly in my direction. "Shameless whore," he spat, venom in his voice. "You move on like I never existed. How dare you? How could you just forget about me, after all we've been through?"He paused, staring at me with utter contempt. "Did you miss me at all, or were you too busy sleeping around to notice I was gone?"I wanted to claw his eyes out. My nostrils flared, my fists clenched at my sides.Ezra stepped forward, shielding me with his body. "That's enough, Damien," he said, a warning in his tone.But I wasn't about to let him speak for me. I reached out, grabbing Ezra's arm and giving it a sharp tug. He hesitated for a moment, before stepping back, letting me take the lead.My mouth curled into a wicked grin as I locked eyes with Damien, folding my arms across my chest. I was no longer afraid of his words or his anger. I was fueled by it, empowere
Chapter 6:ROSALIE'S POV~~THREE YEARS LATER~I snapped my eyes open as the plane landed on the runway, my Hermes Birkin Bag clutched tightly in my grip. My gaze was cold and calculated, taking in every detail of the scene around me. The private jet's door opened and a swarm of flight attendants rushed to gather my bags, while I descended the stairs with slow steps. Every fiber of my being was on high alert. Everything had changed since I'd last been here. The cityscape, the air, the atmosphere—everything felt different."Welcome ma'am, Mr. Montgomery wanted to know if you enjoyed the flight in his new jet," a bodyguard said.I turned to face him, my lips curling into a small, cold smile. "Mr. Montgomery is quite generous," I replied. The guard nodded and gestured for me to follow, tapping his earpiece as we walked.Three years had passed since Ezra had sent me away abroad to study further, offering to pay for everything I needed to rebuild my life, return back home and manage one of
ROSALIE'S POV~ I stared up at the stark, white ceiling, the tears from my eyes rolling silently down my cheeks. The room swam in a haze of white lights and sterile smells, my body shivering from the cold of the metal table beneath me. I refused the anesthesia the doctor offered, preferring the pain to the numbness. I wanted to feel everything—every needle prick, every tug of the sutures, every throbbing ache—to remind me that this was real. That this pain was mine. The doctor finished his work, pulling the last stitch through my skin with clinical efficiency. He set the needle down and turned to face me, his lips pulling into a thin line. I closed my eyes, letting the tears fall freely. They ran in rivers down the side of my face, pooling in the hollow of my ear. I wanted to scream, to rage against the injustice of it all, but I couldn't. There was nothing left but this empty, hollow pain. “You're done?" My voice was hoarse and gruffy. I snapped my eyes open. “These people
ROSALIE'S POV~"I see..." she muttered to herself, the words reverberating in the car. The suffocating air in the vehicle seemed to grow even thicker and thicker. “I'll help you." Chloe attempted to smile, but her lips remained frozen, unmoved by the effort. I turned away, gazing out the window as the car pulled away, my chest feeling tight and constricted.Chloe parked the car on a side street, a deserted place that would hopefully provide a shield from Damien’s watchful gaze. I dialed my lawyer’s number, who promptly arrived with a fresh set of divorce papers. My fingers trembled slightly as I accepted them, carrying them back to Chloe’s waiting car.Chloe’s hand was firm as she offered me the pen. Her face was impassive, but I could sense the barely contained excitement, like a storm brewing beneath the surface. With a shaky hand, I took the pen and began to sign the papers, my vision blurring as tears formed in the corners of my eyes. The letters on the page seemed to swirl and d
ROSALIE'S POV~Dressed head to toe in concealing layers so I wouldn't be recognized by the public or anyone else, I exited the SUV, casting my gaze around the hospital parking lot. The weight of my dark sunglasses and heavy shawl did nothing to prevent a chill from running down my spine as I realized I was being followed. Four men, dressed casually yet suspiciously, lingered just outside my line of sight. Damien’s men—I was sure of it.These were the same men who I had seen, lingering right outside the mansion when I had driven out. They had traced me! How hadn't I realized that on time?!Every alarm in my head went off at once, screaming danger. He had placed them here to watch me."Fucking asshole!" I muttered under my breath, feeling my heart race. Damien’s insidious control was suffocating, and I knew I needed to escape his lap dogs. But how? My mind raced, struggling to come up with a plan. I couldn’t risk my pregnancy being discovered.I slipped back into the car, glancing aro
ROSALIE'S POV~“You're still up?" “Let's get a divorce, Damien." I interrupted him just before he could continue speaking and I saw his shoulders slump.Damien stared at me in silence, his chest heaving up and down. I had no idea what he was thinking. "Are you out of your mind?" he asked, his voice menacing.I shrugged nonchalantly, descending the last of the stairs to stand before him. “Let's not play this game, Damien. I want a divorce,” I declared, folding my arms across my chest. “And that's final. You can go be with whoever you want. Don't you think this farce of a marriage is stopping you from having an open affair with the woman that you claim to love? Think about it!” Damien's face turned bright red with anger as he closed the distance between us.“Do you think if I wanted to divorce you that much, I wouldn't have done it?” he shouted, his eyes narrowed into slits. “I wouldn’t even blink twice to serve you the divorce papers, Rosaline.”I scoffed, not letting his words affe
ROSALIE'S POV~My heart plummeted as I walked into the lavish banquet hall, my eyes sweeping over the sea of elites, their chattering filled the entire hall as soft music played.My gaze moved to Damien, my husband, who stood beside me ever since we arrived making my heart crack. For the past one hour, he had been glued to his phone, his face never lifting from its screen, a smile spread across his lips. It was a smile I had never seen him direct at me; for the past three years of our marriage.I could feel my chest tightening at the thought of him texting someone else, but I dared not suspect. When Damien finally pocketed his phone and turned to me, I met his gaze with a hard look.His eyes darkened as he spoke, "Don't you know how to fake a smile anymore? Those irritating little smiles of yours that screamed nothing but desperation? We're making an appearance in front of several high calibre people for goodness sake. You must carry this facade on without any slip, Rosalie."His word