"We have to do something," Theo repeats. In the space of an hour, she's had a panic attack and she passed out twice. Ethan's finger is gone. Roger has taken it away. I have no doubt that it's his, and she doesn't either. "Ash has him. He's going to kill him if we don't give him what he wants."Giving him what he wants isn't an option. The only reason why I don't mention it is because she's distraught. She wants solutions, not the truth. I wouldn't want to hear it either.Am I a terrible person for not caring? It's not that I'm not spooled by what I just saw, but I'm not going to lift a finger to help Ethan out of a situation he willingly put himself in. He should've known that he shouldn't have trusted a man like Ash, he has no honor. And in betraying his own blood, he lost his. My priority right now is Damien and only him. I'll find a way to get rid of Ash and everyone else who's behind him, but not for Ethan's sake.There aren't a lot of trustworthy people here. Roger is the excepti
I keep an eye on Penelope all day.Theo and I aren't on speaking terms at the moment. She chose to trust Penelope and I didn't. I have my reasons. I'm not being entirely unaccomodating. She's conspired against us once because of Ethan, she could easily do it again.I'm exhausted; it's been a long day. Every inch of me aches. I had a cup of coffee and it's keeping me alert and it has also suppressed my appetite. I'm starving, but I can't bring myself to eat anything. I'm worried sick about Damien and Theo's brilliant idea to tell Penelope about his whereabouts is slowly but surely killing me. I don't know if she'll give her the real address. Maybe she just said it would be a 'test' to appease me. I get that she wants us to stand together, but she's disregarding everything else. She's not thinking clearly and she doesn't want to listen to me.Instead of focusing on my task at hand, which is trying to find Damien's most trusted associates, I have to keep watching Penelope. Every time I s
Someone throws a bucket of ice-cold water at Ethan.He wakes up with a start and a scream caught in his throat. He instantly begins shivering. He was cold before, now he's freezing. Perhaps this is how Ash Rockford plans to kill him. This is where he dies, locked in someone's fucking basement.He's never been in this kind of pain in all his life. He doesn't know what hurts more, his fucking hand or his goddamn heart. He's lost both physical and mental parts of himself here, and he doesn't know how much he can take. He knows he deserves all this for being a coward, this is his punishment for being disloyal to his family."Time to wake up," Paco says. "Ash wants you upstairs. There's someone here to see you."He tries to get up, but he stumbles. Paco laughs, like the sick fuck he is. Gritting his teeth, he tries one more time and manages to stay on his feet. It's hard to walk when his whole body is shaking, but he pushes on. He's not going to humiliate himself in front of this bastard.
I was right after all.Penelope was working with Ash. If Theo had given her the real address, my Damien would be dead right now. She's devastated and apologetic, and I feel terrible for her. She was trying to create a sense of togetherness to make herself feel better about this situation. She perhaps thought that by including Penelope, it'd feel like the good old days, back when Damien and Ethan were inseparable and the family thrived.Those days are gone and we have to face our harsh reality. Sometimes I sit and wonder what would have happened if I had never accepted Devon's offer. Am I the cause of all this? It was my prodding that unveiled the truth, so perhaps I am the reason why this is happening. I guess that's why Ethan has always hated me, even after finding out that we're siblings.Roger sat in that empty apartment and waited for less than an hour. Four men showed up. They were armed, no doubt to finish Damien off on the spot. Roger had two other guys with him. They were outn
It's been a week since Damien was shot.He hasn't been feeling better. The doctor tells him he's recovering, but he doesn't feel stronger. He still can't get up, he can barely stay awake most days. He feels more helpless with every passing moment. He's stuck to this bed and Amelia is out there fending for herself. He's powerless, useless.He wakes up after a short nap. Daisy is sitting on her chair and knitting. He still hasn't figured out what she's making. It could be anything. She looks up as if she sensed her eyes on him and says, "Your sister said she'll stop by in a few hours." It's all she says. She tries to keep their conversations short. She never answers his questions, and he has stopped trying.It'll be the first time he'll be seeing her in days. He wishes it were Amelia and not her, but there's nothing he can do. Everyone's making decisions for him, he doesn't even have the strength to fight them on this. He understands that there are risks and that they have to be careful
I glance around the table.I don't know what to make of their faces. Unfortunately, Damien never let me attend meetings. I attended a few when I still worked as his secretary, as Yara, but they definitely didn't teach me anything significant, like how to conduct one. They're all frowning and they don't look happy to be here, even though they called me offering their help. Is this protocol, or is there something wrong? Either way, I can't wait. I have to start this now."Gentlemen," I begin. "Action needs to be taken. We have to stop Ash Rockford all he'll endanger all of us with his ruthless ways. I'm sure you've heard about Ethan's involvement, but let me assure you—""Ethan Keller is a traitor," Kirk Matthews says. "By betraying Damien, he has betrayed us all. Something has to be done about him."No, no, no. "He's not why I asked for your help. He'll be dealt with accordingly, I assure you.""By whom?" Rick Harris asks. "You can't assure us of anything, Mrs. Keller. We never expecte
I call my mother.I'm in bed now. I had something to eat, took a quick shower, and now I'm holding the phone to my ear with my heart in my throat. It rings for a couple of seconds before she picks up. "Amelia," is all she says.I lick my lips. "Hi, mom."She's silent for a beat, then asks, "You don't sound too good. Your voice is hoarse. How are you holding up? Don't tell me you're sick."I clear my throat. "I'm fine, I'm just tired. How are you?""Anxious to leave this place," she sighs on the phone. "I don't like this city, I've told you this before. But I'm going to stay here for as long as you need me. It's Damien you want to talk to, isn't it?""Is he next to you?" I ask."He's right here," she says. "I'll give you two some privacy."I hear movement and my heart beats a little faster. I can't understand why I'm this nervous, I should be excited. I delayed this moment purposely because I was avoiding this conversation. That makes me a terrible wife, I would say. I've basically bee
Ash Rockford is sitting right across me.I feel anger and disgust towards him. I despise this man, even more than Ferdinand and that's saying something. He isn't smirking now and knowing that we wiped that smirk off his face is the most satisfying feeling in the world. He thought killing Damien would be the hardest part; he thought that he'd easily intimidate us into giving into him everything he wants. I'll have to mislead him a bit more, but eventually he's not taking anything else from this family.He coldly asks, "Are you ready to liase with me or are you going to insist on defying me?"I bite my tongue. He's disgustingly imperious. He must be a narcissist. He's too arrogant for his own good, and he's trying his damndest to hide the fact that he's seething because he didn't get his way. I say, "I want this to end. I want you to release Ethan." This is how I'll go about things. I need to have a good reason to accept his terms or he'll use my plan against me.The corners of his lips