I step out of the corridor.Damien is barking orders at his men, telling them to find anyone in the house and restrain them. They head into the kitchen first and I hear a frightened scream from one of the maids.A man walks towards me. Damien notices this and says, "Not her." He says this, but isn't looking at me. The man sidesteps me and starts searching there. There isn't anyone in there, but I can't find my voice."This is ridiculous!" Ferdinand exclaims. "This is my apartment, what do you think you're doing?"Damien ignores him and pulls a gun out of his pocket. He points it at him. "Lower your voice.""I won't say this again," Ferdinand says, his face flushing with anger. "Leave at once. You have no business coming here and killing my men. You're breaking all the rules. The council—"Damien takes multiple steps towards him until he's standing right in front of Ferdinand. He grabs the back of his neck and presses his gun beneath his chin. Well, one of them. "The council can suck m
Daisy has a terrible feeling in her gut.She doesn't know why Amelia didn't come to fetch her; that's Ferdinand's doing, she's sure of it. Sure, her daughter hasn't been her normal self, but lately it's like she's transformed into an entirely different person. Daisy can't recognize her most days. Everything has changed, from the way she talks to the way she dresses.She needs to find a way to get Amelia away from this place. This city is going to ruin her. In a way, it already has. This is all her fault. She should've convinced her to stay and not leave with Devon; she should've guessed that he was up to no good. But what could she have said to her? Amelia's an adult, and she made the decision to leave. Besides, Daisy knew how much her daughter wanted to go to college. She knew that that dream would never come true if she worked at Donnie's forever.However, she can't see how Amelia will have a 'normal' life after this. How will she return to their small town and work at the bar again
He told me his men would be on the lookout for them, but it's been two hours and there isn't any news. I don't believe they're still in the hospital. Something must have happened. They didn't see her for some reason, and now she's with Felix. I hate not knowing what's happening. I hate that she's with that man. She probably doesn't even know the truth, that he's Ferdinand's son. I didn't get the chance to tell her.We couldn't go back. We had to get away from there quickly. After I told him about my mother, he called one of his men and gave him the order. Now, we're at the airport and he still hasn't received any news. I'm anxious, and it takes a strenuous amount of effort to keep it together. Too much has happened today, and it's just noon. I can't handle any more bad news. I just can't. I want to hear that she's safe and away from that man. This silence is killing me.He's taking me to his mansion in the middle of nowhere, I'm sure of it. I know it's a terrible decision, but because
Damien leans against the doorframe of his room and watches her sleep.He doesn't know what to make of this. He knows that bringing her here was a mistake, but it's the only place where he was sure that she would be safe. His main priority was not only getting her away from her father and Felix Baldwyn, but also from Devon Tyler. He couldn't fathom the thought of her with him, and subconsciously he knows that something happened between them, but she won't admit it.Frankly, it's better this way. He wouldn't be able to handle the truth, and he gave up on trying to find out. He has his men after that fucker, but he's good at hiding. He can't hide forever, though. There are only so many places he can be. He'll fuck up, and when he does, he'll regret ever being born.What she asked him keeps hammering against his skull. What are we? He was completely honest with her. He has no fucking clue. He's never been so uncertain of something in his entire life. He had every reason to not forgive her
I wake up to a sharp sound.I crack my eyes open and take a long look around the bedroom. There's no one around, and the door is closed. It's dead silent in here, so I must have imagined the sound. Still, I feel uneasy. I don't even remember falling asleep, much less crawling under the covers.This must be Damien's doing.I can't believe I fell asleep in this unfamiliar place. Most people living in this house hate me and I have to keep that in mind. I have to keep my guard up at all times. I don't care what Damien says about this being his house; that's not how it works. His family has every right to hate me. I lied about being Jason's cousin. I lied about just needing a job.I lied my way to his bed.It's not something that can be easily overlooked, but Damien's an adult, we both are. I was spying on them, sure, but he killed my brother. Sometimes, I feel like I shouldn't have run to him. But I was desperate, and in any case, I'm here now. There's nothing I can do to change that.I'm
Damien takes one look at the caller ID, then excuses himself. I wonder who it is. Why do I feel like it's related to my mother? He just rushed out of the room, which means he didn't want me to listen to the conversation. Why not? If it has anything to do with mom, I have the right to know. I can't understand why he doesn't want me to know what's happening. He just assured me that he would take care of everything, yet I shouldn't know what he's planning? This doesn't feel right. I move closer to the door. I peer through the crack. He's standing right outside the door, but his back is to the door so he can't see me eavesdropping, or trying to. If he finds me here, I'll have some explaining to do, but he shouldn't have left the room in the first place. I hear him scoff. "That's out of the question. I'm not going to let her meet you." Her? My heart starts beating faster. Am I the one he's talking about? He walks a little farther down the corridor and lowers his voice. I can't h
Damien kept true to his word.I've been sitting here near the fountain for a long time. The sun's setting, and the chill is starting to set in. I'm determined to stay out here until he understands that nothing he says will change my mind, but I'll admit, I'm starting to have doubts about that.I wrap my arms around myself. I'm still in that baby pink slip—how would I have changed clothes?—and it's not keeping me warm, at all. This can be endured, though. It's not the kind of cold that'll kill me. I won't get hypothermia out here, but I do wish I was inside, where it's warm.I'm hungry and thirsty. My ass is numb from sitting here for hours. He's really doing this. I understand his concern, but it's my mother's life in danger. I don't know what Felix wants, but I do know that he's cruel enough to hurt her. I've never trusted him, and brother or not, I don't intend to.This must be why he brought me here, knowing his family wouldn't agree with his decision. I can't go anywhere, unless h
Has he lost his mind?His words caught me off-guard. Ethan? Why him? This doesn't make sense to me. "Why should I kill Ethan? What does he have to do with any of this?" I can't see the reason why he'd want to get rid of him. He manages the money, that's all. He's not involved in the 'do'. I thought he would say Damien, and as relieved as I am that it isn't him, I can't agree to this.I can't kill Ethan Keller."You're slow," he says. He adds, "It must be a George thing."Slow? What's he talking about? What should I know? I look back and forth between them. Rich is just watching us and standing beside my mother.Felix says, "Can't you see why? You really have no clue? Come on, think. Why would I want to kill Ethan? It's pretty obvious and I'm astounded that you haven't picked up on it yet.""Stop with the suspense," I say, frustrated. "I can't read your mind, and I'm in no state of mind to solve riddles. Just tell me why and how the fuck you expect me to kill him. In case you haven't n
Six months have passed.They've been peaceful and for the most part, quiet. Tremendously busy, but I'm used to that part now. Working alongside Damien is the best part about it. I get to be with him all day and make sure that he isn't exerting himself. He has a lot more work now; he had to take over Ethan's duties. Theo helps, but there are certain things only Damien can handle. When Ethan was here, he took care of it, but he's been gone for half a year and there's no one capable enough to replace him. I think that deep down, Damien doesn't want anyone to take over Ethan's job, but he'll never admit it out loud. I help him whenever I can. There's a lot I still don't understand, but I'll get there.It's only a matter of time.He doesn't ever ask me to go home when there are people coming over to meet with him. We never talked about what happened with Ash, but it changed a lot of things. I gained some respect after I killed him. I see it in the way people look at me whenever we're at so
I help him peel his blazer off.This day has been mentally exhausting for him. He rarely leaves the office early, but I'm glad he did today. I'm glad, because at least we have the whole day ahead of us. It's going to be just the two of us. Theo rarely comes here, she prefers to stay in the city. It's closer to everything else. I love it here, because it feels like we're all alone in the world. I stare out the window and all I see is the vast sky, green hills, nature. I don't even see the guards surrounding the house. They're invisible to me.It's peaceful here, and breathtakingly beautiful. It's home. I understand why Damien is so attached to this place. It's not simply because he grew up here. I feel safe, here, untouchable. The first time I was here, I felt like an intruder. Our relationship was so different back then, I can't help but marvel at how everything is so different now. I never would have guessed that we'd end up here, closer than ever, madly in love. We've come a long wa
Today's an important day.I've been on edge all morning. Damien has called for a Keller family meeting. We're all going to be there, including Ethan and Penelope.He announced that there'd be a meeting only last night during dinner, and he asked Theo to give Ethan a call. I was startled by the news and so was she. He didn't tell me what he'll say to Ethan, but we can guess what it is. He wants closure. Ethan owns a third of everything, and that matter needs to be resolved. I doubt that Damien will allow him to return to the company. I just don't see it happening. Ethan himself never mentioned it to Theo, not that he'd dare to.Theo told me that he's out of the hospital. She said he hasn't left the country yet because he wants to see Damien first. Damien, however, wanted nothing to do with him until yesterday. He's asked after him, but he didn't want to see him. He's still hurt by what Ethan did to us, his betrayal is a wound that will never quite heal for him. And if it ever does, it'
I'm afraid of opening the door.I've been standing here for a full minute with my heart in my throat. My hand is on the knob, ready. I can't bring myself to turn it, though, simply because I know that Damien's on the other side. There's a lot we need to talk about, so much in fact that I wouldn't know where to start.I hold my breath and close my eyes. I've been standing out here for too long. I remind myself that he's my husband, he's the man I love, and we'll get through this. We'd get through anything together. I've been in a far worse position before. This time, I was actually focusing on the well-being of our family.I open the door slowly.Only the bedside lamp is on. I see him right away; he's seated on the couch across his bed. He's staring out the window with a distant look in his eyes. I take a few steps towards him, my eyes on his handsome face. My heart's thumping against my chest. I'm overcome with emotion, but I put a hamper on them for now. He's a little pale, I notice
Amelia's going to hate him for this, but that's okay, because he doesn't plan on ever seeing her again.He means it this time. He's done with this shit. He had his chance, he fucked it up a hundred years ago. It's time to get over it. If there was ever a part of him that thought he'd get a chance with her, that part of him died a while back. She loves Damien Keller. He lost her a long time ago. That doesn't necessarily mean that he's content with the outcome, but he'll admit defeat. Staying here is slowly killing him.She's going to be alright. Leaving her back there was a dick move, sure, but he stands by what he said to her; when everyone finds out that she did it, there will be no revenge. He helped her along the way, but no one needs to know that. The Huntingtons won't dream of touching her, especially when the truth about Damien comes out. It would be an entirely different story with him.He glances at his watch. Five more minutes in there and he'd miss his flight. He can't miss
I've never been so glad to see him in all my life."Devon," I say, the word a gasp. "How did you—"He doesn't let me finish. "Did he hurt you? Are you hurt?"I shake my head. "No, but how did you—""I'll explain later," he assures me. "Right now, we've got to get this asshole tied to that chair. Quickly, before he wakes up. Bring that chair over there. I have rope under the bed."I grab it and Devon grabs a duffel bag from under the bed. He opens it and fishes out rope and a couple of knives. He's been lying under the bed the entire time. It's clear that he planned this thoroughly.He didn't abandon me. He said he'd help me kill Ash and here he is. I tell him, "I thought you weren't going to show up. I thought you tricked me.""I don't blame you for assuming the worst," he says, looking up at me. His eyes are glinting with mischief and something else, something I won't dare name. He points at my gun. "You know how to use that thing?"I stare at it. "Yes."He's watching me intently. "A
It's quarter to midnight.The clock is ticking and my heart is racing. I'm ready, my small gun is hidden in my underwear. I've made sure to wear an extra tight pair just for the occasion. The dress is scarlet and flowy, perfect for tonight.I'm waiting for him in the lobby. This time, I'm early. It makes me feel more in control of the situation even though that's far from the truth. I take a small sip of champagne and look back at the entrance. My heart's in my throat, making it hard for me to breathe. I have to remain cool, though. There's a lot at stake.Everything depends on this."Anything else?" the bartender asks me while pouring someone else a drink. I shake my head, I can't even speak at a time like this.I'm taking another sip of champagne when I finally spot him. There are two men walking behind him. He's saying something to them as he looks around. For me, no doubt. I fix my gaze on him and hold my breath as I wait for him to see me. He doesn't, which is fairly disappointin
"Leave," Damien says to the nurse. She scurries out of the room as soon as he mutters the word.He's in a terrible mood and he doesn't want anyone around him. He has finally moved from that awful, desolate place and he's home. He made sure that they didn't change any decorations. They lost a lot of antiques and furniture that was in their family for decades, but he's made sure that everything else remained the same. He's sure that he'll recover in no time here, he already feels better. He's not in bed, he's sitting on the sofa beside his bed. He's supposed to be resting, but he's done enough of that.He can't sleep when he's worried sick about Amelia.The fact that no one gives him any news is a bad sign as it is. They're hiding something from him, he can feel it. The last time he spoke to her, she told him that she wasn't going to turn back, that she'd go ahead with the plan. He has no idea of what her plan might be, but he knows it won't be anything he'll agree with. He wonders if p
I can't stop chewing my thumbnail.I force myself to put my hand down. I'm in agony; I don't know what to do and I'm running out of time. I'm supposed to be meeting Ash tonight. This was supposed to end it all, according to Devon, but he let Ethan go so what happens now? The only reason why I'm agreeing to everything is because of him. It isn't, but that's what Ash thinks. Am I still expected to show up? Why would he do this?I can't figure it out.I wish I had a way of contacting Devon to let him know that everything went to shit, but I don't have his number. I don't know where he's currently residing. I don't think I'll be seeing him anytime soon; tonight, maybe but not earlier. In the meantime, what do I do? I can't ask anyone's advice. My family is against me entirely. Theo probably thinks that our negotiations with Ash have come to an abrupt end, but she doesn't know half of it. I'm planning on killing him once and for all, I made a promise to myself that I would.For Damien.I h