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
I open the door to my mother's room and I see Ferdinand standing beside her.Her eyes are wet with unshed tears, and she snaps her head in my direction sharply. His eyes are narrowed and his brows are furrowed. I pause at the door momentarily before closing the door. "What are you doing here?""You seem to like disobeying me," he says. "You get it from her."I look at my mother briefly. She's stiff, and her lips are pressed together. "What did he say to you? Did he threaten you?""I told you not to leave." He's standing upright, like a soldier. "You can't keep doing as you please. Do you really think I won't follow through with what I said?""You can't do anything to her, not in here." I say this, but I'm not so sure. I don't like the energy he's exuding. I look at my mother again, but she's not trying to communicate with me at all. What's going on here?"Don't be so sure." He reaches inside his blazer and retrieves a shiny revolver. My heart sinks. He presses it to my mother's temple
Gary takes a seat in front of Damien.He gets fatter by the week, it seems. That's something Ethan would say to his face, if he were here. He left after making it clear that he wasn't in agreement with Damien regarding this brother of theirs.Damien didn't expect this from him.His father had numerous affairs over the years, but he's never fathered a child out of wedlock. This son he had with Daisy is absolutely unexpected. Perhaps he's the reason why his father chose to be careful with other women? Damien wonders why he didn't interfere. Why didn't he save his son from Ferdinand? Damien can't understand for the life of him. The man he knew would never let Ferdinand Cooper kill his son. A Keller is a Keller. He taught him these words, made him repeat them out loud for everyone to hear. It's the reason why he never abandoned Kathy, why he kept supporting the boy even though he never met him.A Keller is a Keller.Blood will always be blood.Yet he left his son to die, his firstborn son