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.
I step outside and close the door hurriedly behind me.I'm lightheaded. I can't quite believe that this is happening. What's my mother doing here? This is surreal. I'm speechless. I finally turn to face her and I don't know what to say. My mouth is dry, like I've swallowed sand.She says, "Hello, Amelia."I look around. If there's anyone listening, I'll have some serious explaining to do. Her tone is cold and distant, like she doesn't know me at all. I say, "I can't believe you're here.""You and your brother didn't give me a choice," she says in that strange tone. "You said you were in trouble, and I came to help you."I frown. "That doesn't explain how you found me. And oh, mom. You can't help me. No one can.""I know everything," she admits, and it's like a blow to my stomach. "Had I known what Devon's intentions were, I would've never allowed you to leave with him. But he promised to give you a good job, and we needed the money." Hearing her talk this way is odd. This tone, these
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