He was covered in blood when he walked in this room.That should've been the sign for me to leave while he was in the shower, because he hadn't seen me. I've been sitting here in the dark and waiting for him. The only certainty I had that he would be coming was the small suitcase on the bed with clothes that were undoubtedly his. When the front door opened, my heart sank. He didn't see me, though. He walked straight to the bathroom, and when he turned on the light that's when I saw him. His clothes were all bloody. What did he do? Something terrible by the looks of it. It made me lose my nerve and I thought of leaving. Maybe I was making a mistake. I wasn't that sure about my plan in the first place, but I don't have another choice. That's what made me stay. He's my only lifeline at the moment. It's either him or Ferdinand, and after what I heard tonight, I choose him.He's confused, but he lowered the gun at least. That's a good sign. Now that we're face to face, I don't really know
That piece of shit was actually going to shoot him.If those drunkards hadn't stumbled out of the bar, he would've been dead by now. They practically stepped in front of that guy, and stayed long enough for Devon to get away. He sped out of the parking lot, and when he glanced at the rear view mirror, he saw the man watching him drive away.Fucking creep.He needs to warn Amelia about this.Devon's joining the pieces. He said Ferdinand is the reason why he's alive, and that can only mean that Ferdinand never killed the baby Daisy offered to him. He said he did, when in reality he didn't. Why not, though? He's a fucking maniac, of course he'd kill the baby. Or rather, everyone would assume he did. But why would he keep him alive? For what reason? Revenge later on? After thirty fucking years?Something else isn't adding up. Why would Bertha hate Daisy and attack Amelia when she knew her son was alive the entire time? Because he said that she told him that Devon asked her questions. As a
I'm in the backseat of Damien's car.He has a new driver. I won't even bother asking what happened to Hans. I don't think I want to know. Now that I told him about everything, I feel a little better. I got it out of my chest. He has no idea of who this brother of his might be, but I have no doubt in my mind that he'll want to figure this out. I'm not too concerned about that, however.What I want is for him to get rid of Ferdinand.I need that man out of my life.He's caused enough trauma to my mother, and he's using her life to get me to do whatever he wants. I can't keep living like this. I can't do whatever he pleases; I'm not a puppet.Some days, I can't believe he's my father.This has been a never-ending nightmare ever since Damien found out the truth. But he surprised me tonight, I won't lie. However, I expected this. It's the only reason why I decided to risk it, why I didn't turn back when he stepped inside the shower. I knew that he wanted me, that he'd somehow figured it ou
Damien has never been this furious in all his life.He's still registering everything Amelia told him. It sounds like something straight out of a horror novel. He wonders how the fuck his father got Daisy George pregnant and no one in the family ever found out about it. His mother was aware of each and every one of his affairs, that's what Theo said. She was their mother's confidant. Perhaps he'll ask her about this. He'll also have to talk to Ethan. Maybe he knows something, too, but he sincerely doubts it. Ethan wouldn't have known and not told him about it.That's just not how their relationship works.He sits back and relaxes, and allows himself to think about Amelia for a moment before he goes home. He didn't see that coming, that's for sure. When he saw her at the club, she was still furious. He could see it in her eyes, they never lie. So seeing her in his bedroom was the last thing he expected. He could sense that she was being sincere about the way she felt about him, and he
"Don't forget to smile," Ferdinand says to me as we climb out of the car. I roll my eyes when he isn't looking.It isn't enough that I have to be here against my will? I'm reaching my limit. I don't know how long I can keep living like this, doing as he pleases. I'm an adult, yet I can't make my own choices. Every time I look at him, I feel disgusted. Whenever I remember what mom told me last night, I feel like killing him.I saw her earlier at the hospital. She's getting better, and the doctor said she would be discharged tomorrow morning, but I could tell that she didn't like hearing that at all. She doesn't want to leave. I can only imagine how hard all of this is for her, and she still had to pose as Ferdinand's wife the other night and I crucified her for it. She's been making sacrifices her entire life; she had to giver her newborn son away to keep him safe. If that isn't strength, I don't know what is.I'm worried about her, though. Her health is deteriorating, it has since Aar
It really is Devon.He's right where the waiter said he would be. It seems like he's going to be rescuing me from these 'events' often. It happened the last time, too. I wonder if he sensed that I needed to get away from that place and those uppity people. In any case, I'm so grateful that he's here. I'll even forget all about him not telling me the truth. I'm letting go of my anger towards him. It's in the past.He sees me approaching and says, "Get in the car. We'll talk once we're away from this place. There could be people watching."I don't give Ferdinand a second thought as I climb inside Devon's car. There's a terrible pain in my chest that won't go away. I can't stop imagining the two of them together in that dark corridor, lips locked. She was pressed against the wall, he was holding her arms. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.Devon speeds away from the parking lot. I breathe a lot easier now that I'm out of that restaurant. I think of my brief encounter with Ethan. He wa
Ethan shakes his head as he watches the spying cunt drive away with that fuck that hired her.She had him fooled for a minute—she's good at that—but this has shown him that she's an excellent actress. She looked hurt when he mentioned Damien and Kathy, and their son, but that must've been an act, because what is she doing with him? Maybe she never stopped spying. Maybe she's trying to find a way to get to Damien again. He needs to figure out if Damien's seeing her again. It's possible—his cousin transforms into an absolute dick when he's infatuated.He tosses the butt of his cigarette in the bushes. He's going back inside. He intends to find Damien and get the fuck away from this place. He doesn't give a fuck about Robert Dean, and he most certainly doesn't like being surrounded by hypocrites. That's what they all are—fucking hypocrites. They'd all kill each other, if the opportunity presented itself. This little gatherings serves to create the illusion that they're all united and on
I don't kiss him back at first.My lips just won't move. I'm so shocked that this is happening, that he's kissing me and holding me close. I break the kiss before he deepens it. "Devon, no."He holds me close, not letting me take a step back. "Why not? You want this. I can practically smell your need.""This isn't right," I say. I've known him for so long. He was Aaron's friend. This is wrong, so wrong. Yet, I don't say this with conviction, and I think he senses it. He always does."We're adults," is his response. "I want you, I'm not going to stand here and fucking lie through my teeth. What's the matter? Is it that Keller fuck?"I frown and immediately say, "No," even though it is. Of course it's him, and I hate that. He was kissing that woman, the supposed mother of his child. I feel used, and I don't want to feel that way. I can tell by Devon's heated kiss that he wants me, so why not? Why should Damien be the one to call the shots? Why should I suffer when he doesn't give a fuck