Elizabeth crosses her arms across her chest.I think of taking a step back and closing the door, acting as if nothing happened, but something much stronger than me stops me. I look from her to Damien, and he's watching me with a blank expression. How does he feel about me interrupting them?What's she even doing here? They broke up. The silence is awkward as fuck. No one says anything, not even Damien. I was sure about staying, but now I'm not so sure. I look at Damien again, and he's watching me intensely. Does he want me to leave, but doesn't want to say it in front of her? I clear my throat and say, "I'm sorry, Mr. Keller, I didn't know you were busy." I don't think calling him by his first name in front of her is wise. Who knows? Maybe he's going to take her back, and I don't want to be that woman.Although, the thought of them getting back together bothers me. The feeling isn't as black as it should be, but it's tinted. I won't deny it."You should've left a minute ago," Elizabe
All I can do is stare at this credit card, this small rectangular piece of plastic that's like a slap to my face. It's offensive. No, it's much worse than that.He gave me money.That's not what's bothering me most, though. It's what this card represents. His intention was to give me the card so I can use it whenever I feel like it, but there's no way I'm going to do that. Again, that isn't the point. It's that he wouldn't give this privilege to just anyone, because it is a privilege. That's exactly what it is. Who wouldn't want to have limitless access to a rich man's bank account? Anyone would kill for this opportunity.He gave me this privilege, and I'm here to destroy him.I'm his enemy, and he isn't aware of that yet. He's giving me access to his wealth, or rather, a part of it. He gave me permission to do whatever I want with it, with his money. If this doesn't translate to 'trust', then I don't know what does. He trusts me, enough to give me this card, to let me be his psychic
I blink several times as I try to think of something to say.He grins and the corners of his eyes crinkle. In all honesty, I can't tell how old he is. He could be 35 or 60. His wife is in her mid-50s, so he can't be that much younger than her, or that much older. It's hard to tell. I'm still trying to get over the shock of my realization. It's like I had an epiphany."How do you do, Mr. Gallagher?" I finally ask with a smile on my lips. I'm breathless, but I'm trying not to show it. "I've heard so much about you."I squeeze Damien's hand, asking for reassurance. Did I say the right thing? He didn't prepare me for this, at all. He only said I'd meet him, but I guess I should've anticipated this. Of course I would have to talk to him."Only good things, I hope." He says that with a small chuckle, but there's a trace of nervousness there. I think Damien notices it, too. He squeezes my hand back. "Of course," I say, forcing a smile. Should I say something else? His wife is eyeing my dres
At any second now, Devon will get up from this fucking table and leave.Elizabeth's been crying for the last two hours. Her lids are the size of bagels, and if she keeps this up she'll look like she's been punched in the fucking face. She might even get him fucking arrested for that. People will think he knocked her out cold. It doesn't help that her mascara is smudged. She looks horrid, absolutely terrible.She sniffles and wipes her eyes with a soft, scented tissue for the hundredth time this afternoon. "I'm sorry, it's just you should've seen the way he kicked me out. I've never felt so degraded in all my life. We were engaged for eight years! He owes me more respect."No, Devon thinks. He doesnt. "I can't begin to imagine how you felt. He's a real dick, this ex of yours." Can she get to the point? He had high expectations for this lunch, and she's fucking them all up with her incessant sobbing. This isn't as easy as he thought it'd be. He glances at his watch. He's been here for t
I'm pushing through the crowd of dancers.I hear complaints and even a cuss as I elbow people out of my way, but I'm in no way concerned about that, not when I have Sebastian Brown following me. I need a place to hide, I've never been this afraid in all my life.I should've gone home when Damien suggested it. Why did I willingly choose to remain here, in a public gathering, when I'm being pursued by a gangster as dangerous as Sebastian? He warned me and I didn't listen. Am I going to pay the price for my refusal to leave? Should I have handed Damien over as soon as I figured out who the government official was? In this moment, I'm not sure about anything. I just want to run until Sebastian disappears along with all my problems."Wait!" he says, and this only makes me move faster. I'd ditch the heels, but I don't have time to undo the straps. I just hope I don't break my ankle and fall helplessly at Sebastian's feet.This salon is so enormous that I have no idea where I'm going. I coul
Damien has never felt this enraged in his entire life.He'd been looking for her for over ten minutes, yet he couldn't find her. He knew she hadn't left the party, so he kept searching. As he passed the balcony, he heard her yell. All he can remember is charging towards that man with murder on his mind. How dare he touch her? How dare he lay his hands on something that belongs exclusively to him? He saw red and lost control.He realized only when she tugged at his arm that the man he was beating up was Felix Baldwyn.Son of a bitch.He's met him only once and knew instinctively that he'd be trouble. His jeers irked him the first time they met, and now this mess with Yara? How dare he?By tomorrow, everyone will know that Damien Keller beat a man up because of a woman, at a Huntington party. He can't begin to imagine what Theo and Ethan will have to say about that. He abandoned his violent behavior years ago. Despite everything, he'd gladly do it again. He shouldn't have left her by he
Damien's gone, he's been gone for over an hour, yet I can't bring myself to get up from the bed. I'm depressed. I thought that deciding to keep this information to myself would be an easy option, unproblematic.Every time our bodies come together, it's magical. I feel whole and complete, and I've never felt this way in all my life. No man has ever loved me the way he loves me, but instead of filling me with bubbling happiness, I'm filled with dread. I know what happens when he finds out I'm Amelia, and not Yara.I know.Where do I go from here? Am I on Damien's side now? All I wanted was to find that damned name, but now that I have it, my hands are tied. On one hand, there's Damien and everything we've been through, then there's Devon and Aaron and Sebastian, who are counting on me to bring Damien down.It's either I'll be at war with Damien and all the Kellers, or I'll be at war with the Browns, Devon, and my brother. There's no happy ending. There's no easy option, I was wrong to t
Aaron arrives at the Brown House.He doesn't know what Sebastian has to say to him, but it's has to be good. He hadn't returned ever since Malcolm told Sebastian about Amelia being the spy, so he's curious. He just hopes it has nothing to do with Amelia being caught or anything of that nature. He'll kill someone. He has no way of reaching her. He knows she's living in one of Damien's apartments, but that's all he knows. He can't go there to see her, it's too risky. What if the fucker finds him there? He'll get her in trouble, and he's doing everything to avoid that. Besides, she needs time to calm down. He has to explain everything to her, why he did what he did, why he's changed now. He realized in prison that he only has his family. No Brown ever visited him, in fact none of his 'friends' ever came to see him. Only they did. He was immature and reckless, but that's all changed. All he wants—no, needs—is a second chance.He wants to say all this to her.He just needs an opportunity.