Damian stared grimly as Sam was tucked into her bed by Ara in the room she had first stayed in at Stratham and watched Gunny immediately jumping up the bed and settled beside her, his head resting on her upper arm.Sam had also taken some pills.At Ara’s firm insistence, when they all decided to take Sam back home, she stepped up and told Damian to let Sam stay in a separate room. He was about to refuse but Oliver Morgan, Sam’s therapist backed her up. He was the unknown man in Sam’s office when he was able to bring Sam out of the toilet.He recalled what Sam said after he informed that he was called in urgently.“I thought I was going to be okay,” Sam only replied. She stood beside Damina silently for a long while. She was breathing slowly before looking back at Oliver. “But I don’t think I ever was, Ollie. I thought I was but I’m not. I don’t know what to do.”“I’m here,” Oliver assured as he walked towards her but stopped when Damian gave him a dark look. He gestured to one of the
Damian was left sitting on the couch as Ara and Vincent escorted Oliver out of his house, talking in lowering voices about Sam’s condition. He leaned back and closed his eyes as the words of her psychiatrist came haunting him back.“Sam said that she is dirty,” Oliver said.“Dirty?” Ara asked, aghast at the word. “How did she ever come up with that description to herself? Why did she even think of that?!”“She refused to expound,” Oliver responded grimly. “I tried to let her expound but stopped because the more I tried, the more she retreats. I cannot have that happened. It was difficult pulling her out from the abyss she drowned in.”Oliver continued to discussed some more about Sam’s condition and apologized that he couldn’t be able to give them more answers. Only questions have remained and he gave his word that he will check on Sam from time to time.“If she decides to go down at her own time, give her the upper hand,” he suggested. “She will for sure look for some affirmation. Ju
With her eyes hidden behind the dark glasses she wore, Samantha Kingsley-Cameron remained standing on her spot as she watched the priest blessed the casket one last time.The casket that contains the body of her late husband, Maxwell Cameron.When the priest was done, Samantha took a step forward and brought the white rose she has been holding to her lips and kissed it lovingly. She then placed the rose on top of coffin and then bent down to kiss the coffin one last time, her forehead resting briefly before finally standing up straight.Goodbye, my darling Maxwell, she thought as she watched others placed roses on top as well.“Sam?”Samantha looked up and turned at the sound of her name. She saw Maxwell’s daughter approached her with a concerned look on her face.“You’ve been sitting here for the past two hours since the funeral was over. We were looking for you at the reception hall,” Arabella Cameron-Grant said patiently. She took a seat beside her and placed a hand on Samantha’s c
One panel of the heavy wooden doors pushed opened quietly from the other side and a middle age woman with her dark hair tied up neatly into a bun enter, holding her Ipad and two folders. She pushed her glasses to the top of her nose as she approached the elegant wooden design executive desk, situated in the center of the office with large windows behind, with the view of the city skyline, now showing its violet hues, signifying the early signs of the evening on a Thursday.The swivel chair turned soundlessly as her footsteps approached.“Mrs. Cameron is the single, largest shareholder of Cameron Elite Holdings at 51% as well as Cameron Towers,” Joana Rollins reported patiently, placing the two folders down and occupying one chair in front. “The rest of the family in total had 30% of the share. Cameron Capital went equally to the two children.”Damian Aidan McLaren only remained silent as he opened one folder that contained the report that she had printed for him. He read through the p
Two years later…Vincent and Arabella Cameron went out of the car and closed the doors quietly. They stared down at the modern, contemporary beach house that was built several hundred feet above the beach. The architect that was hired had made sure that the house will not only be enjoying the panoramic view but also the natural ventilation and lighting as well as the function of the spaces.“I wouldn’t mind exiling myself here, if I may say. No wonder Sam won’t give this up,” Arabella commented as they walked towards the entrance and saw Sam’s personal car at the garage. She turned to her brother. “Are you sure that about the plan we, both talked?”“Not really,” Vincent answered calmly. “But, as what we had promised her, we will tell her everything.”“Did Damian say when he will be coming when he called you?”Vincent shook his head.“I didn’t bother asking him,” he replied seriously. “Who knows? He might be already here, checking out the property and probably investigating Sam’s backg
Samantha placed her keys on a small crystal bowl and sat on the couch, sighing contentedly on a Monday afternoon. She smiled gratefully when Hannah placed a glass of water on the center table before walking off.She heard her phone rang and she looked at the screen before answering the call.“I just arrived,” she answered after saying hello to Ara. “Do you want to come over? Hannah’s making her famous Chicken Curry.”“I’m still at the office reviewing some contracts,” Ara responded. “I just called to check if you have arrived at the townhouse.”“I arrived right before lunch but met with Francine to check on the shelter before eating,” Sam answered as she gently took off her shoes and massaged her feet, tired from walking around the mall with her best friend. “She’s sending over a pregnant dog for me to foster until she has her puppies.”“I’m sure that she’s one lucky mama,” Ara mused with a smile in her voice. “Just don’t tell Jess or she’ll be begging me to letting her stay there unt
If Sam wasn’t used to all the insults and name-calling she received, she would have jumped at her feet and shouted at him and slapping him like crazy. But over the years since she married Maxwell and with his nurturing, Sam managed to suppress her anger as well as her expression for situations like she is facing now.“How much is what?” She asked calmly. “For someone like you, Mr. McLaren, you don’t elaborate much on things, do you? What is it that you’re asking me for?”Damian’s eyes narrowed at her response.“For an expert woman like you, it’s surprising that you haven’t caught on yet. Or perhaps you’re playing?” he sneered dryly as he stood up and walked around his desk, leaning on it while facing her. “How much do you want in exchange for your shares on Cameron Elite Holdings, Mrs. Cameron? I can be very generous if the need arises.”Sam let out a short laugh.“Wherever did you get the idea that I’m selling my shares?” She asked with a smile. “Perhaps you should fire your PI and h
Damian Adrian McLaren is in a foul mood. He rarely shows it in public, but tonight the man, who is talking to him started to stutter on his words when the over six feet man threw him a dark glare before taking a drink from his glass.His eyes travelled towards the entry way and watched as the peak window of guests arriving has started. He stayed by his location as he scrutinized the arrivals briefly and his mood further darkened when the person that he is looking forward to see has not yet arrived.“Waiting for your date?” Jacob Winthrope, his good friend asked when he noted Damian looking at the entry from time to time. “You’ve been watching the entrance consistently. Is Vittoria coming to join you?”“She has more important things than come here and socialize,” Damian answered flatly. “I have a score to settle with someone tonight.”Jacob stared at him curiously but before he could ask, Damian turned his back to him and started walking towards the direction of the entrance, where it