It's a good thing I remembered the name of the building, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get to work on time.I take a deep breath before entering.I greet everyone I come across, and ride the elevator up to the seventh floor. I'm trying to convince myself that I'm calm, that there's nothing I should be nervous about, but I know that that's far from the truth. Yesterday, I was a downright mess; I even yelled at him. I lost total control of my emotions and I let them get the best of me.Devon's plan is solid and I do believe I have a better chance now. I know I shouldn't trust Devon, he's given me a million reasons not to, but I'm running out of options. I've accepted that it's my only solution at the moment. However, I'm still mildly repulsed by what I'm about to do. I never thought I'd find myself in a position where I would have to have sex with someone in order to gain something. Donnie back home always made passes at me, but I always rejected him, even when he promised to g
It's starting to feel like an ordinary day.When I arrived here in the morning, I had very different expectations of how my day would go, but the universe seems to be intent on proving me wrong. I thought the conversation I had with Damien would be different, lengthier, but I haven't seen him since I left his office. Something else that was completely unexpected?My coworkers.I have colleagues now. We haven't known each other for three hours and already we don't see eye to eye. Everyone around Damien seems to have a problem with me, not that I blame them. I know what I am and what I'm trying to do here, but they don't know that. So, why do I always get on everyone's nerves?I was going through my laptop when the first person walked in. We looked at each other and I knew instinctively that she would cause a lot of trouble for me. The first thing I noticed about her was her outfit; she was wearing a tailored suit, and she was rocking a pixie cut. She sauntered towards my desk, then ask
My whole world stops.The hooded man was aiming at Damien, but the bodyguards were faster than him. He missed his shot, and he paid dearly for it. He's currently lying on the ground with an ever growing stain of blood on his chest.They're approximately the same height, and Aaron wore a similar black sweatshirt yesterday when he came to see me. He mentioned that he had been following me, so of course I would assume that this man was my brother. My heart is in my throat and I push through the wall of bodyguards to the fallen man. They try to hold me back, but I'm too fast, and they weren't expecting me to do this. "Yara, don't!"I kneel beside him and move the hood so I can see his face. I sag with relief when I realize that it isn't Aaron. I've never seen this man before in my life. Damien grabs my arm and lifts me to my feet. "Are you out of your mind? Get up from there. You don't touch a dead fucking man.""I'm sorry," I say. "I wasn't thinking straight."We move back to where his
I unlock the door, but before I open it someone comes up behind me. I hear their footfalls heading my way. I jump and whirl around, my back slamming against the door. It's Aaron, wearing a black sweatshirt. If I hadn't seen that man's face, I would've thought he rose from the dead. He was dressed exactly like this. I hit him with my handbag. "You scared me!""Just open up. I've been here for two hours waiting for you. Where the fuck were you this whole time?"I frown. He's controlling me now, is that it? "At work, there was a meeting. Where else would I be? I don't have any friends here, I never go out."He ignores what I've said. "Where the fuck is Devon?"I'm caught off-guard by his question. "Why would I know? I told you I didn't know where he was." We scurry inside and he closes the door. I put my handbag down and kick my heels off.He narrows his eyes. "I know you're lying to me, Amelia. Why are you trying to protect that guy, after all he's done? He lied to you, he manipulated y
Devon doesn't look surprised that Aaron's here.It's like he knew all along. Like he was expecting this. There's a mischievous glint in his eyes. He wanted to come here and find Aaron. As a matter of fact, he looks like he's already enjoying this.Aaron's dumbfounded. He never anticipated this, neither have I. All I wanted was to keep them apart, but here's Devon, staring at us with a blank expression. He fixes his gaze on Aaron and with a tilt of his head, says, "Well? You had a lot of shit to say to me over the phone, Aaron. I'm right here."I can't believe this.Aaron is speechless for a few seconds. Then, he says, "You think showing up here is going to intimidate me? I've never been afraid of you, Devon Tyler. In fact, I know exactly who you are. I'll give you an A for effort for this one, but this was a really fucking stupid decision.""I don't think so," Devon says. "You know what's stupid? Coming to a man's house with that kind of attitude.""This is Amelia's—""This is my apar
Aaron walks through the streets of the city he once loved.His heart is racing. Every nerve in his body is shouting at him to go back, to get Amelia away from Devon. He keeps walking, though, because he knows there's nothing he can do now. Devon has, beyond a shadow of a doubt, already told her about the payments he never made. He knows this because Devon will do everything in his power to keep her here, to finish the job. Devon only wanted her to leave because he was on his way, but he managed to find a way to stay on top. And now, he'll lose Amelia's trust.Not that he blames her.He fucked up. He truly never cared. All his life, he dreamt of getting out of that small town. When he was old enough to understand, he began resenting his mother for the choices she made, and Amelia, too, even though she was just a baby and didn't know anything. He couldn't help but feel like his life could've, no, would've been different had she done things differently.So, he did the only thing he could
I can't concentrate.I'm here at work physically, but mentally I'm still in Devon's apartment, and he's recounting that horrible tale. I'm so distracted that I'm typing the words 'Aaron' and 'money' on the letter Damien wants me to type.Aaron never sent us money, it was Devon all along. For nearly four years, Devon Tyler kept the roof over our heads, while my brother took the credit for it. Shamelessly, I should add. This whole story is inconceivable. We never talked to Devon at all. In fact, I had almost forgotten all about him. How could Aaron do this to us? Didn't he ever care?Mom was so proud of him back in the day, even though she was worried about him. Still, she always trusted him. She never thought that he was doing something illegal. I remember her begging him during our occasional phone calls to leave Los Angeles and migrate to another city, but he always told her he couldn't. That's where the money was and he couldn't leave his job. He fooled her well. She'd be devastated
His driver drops us in front of a high-rise apartment building.I can tell from the modern exterior that an apartment here must cost a fortune. This man has properties all over the city. How rich is he, honestly? It's intimidating, I won't deny it. When Devon first told me about them, I imagined low criminals, a bar, a club. Nothing this grand.I have butterflies in my stomach threatening to rip me apart. I'm filled to the brim with anticipation. I know exactly what to expect from tonight, and I'm torn between feeling excited and apprehensive. On one hand, I want him as much as he wants me. I don't really know when that happened exactly, but it's the whole, uncensored truth. On the other, I'm well aware that this is dangerous, and I'm just getting myself into more trouble.We step in the elevator.The doors close, it's just the two of us. I didn't notice what floor button he pressed, a careless mistake. I'll find out soon, though, but I have to be more attentive, especially around him
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