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
Devon needs a drink.Amelia is going to drive him insane. Literally. Her stubbornness will be the death of her. He hates it when she doesn't listen to him and she's been doing a lot of that lately. Deep down, he knows that she's in love with that Keller fuck. She's just an inexperienced girl who fell in hands of the wrong man. He introduced her to a world she didn't know existed, and now she's hooked. Wealth does that. The more you have, the more you want.Now, there's this shit with Elizabeth. He told himself that he wouldn't let her harm Amelia, but killing a Consuelos isn't easy. Pascual is her godfather, and he's bad enough. Her entire family are known psychopaths. He's surprised that Keller ended their engagement so easily, without informing her family. He's brave for that, or really stupid. In any case, he hopes they come for him. The more enemies he has, the better. The Browns already have Pascual on their side, so it's only a matter of time before the Consuelos family joins th
Damien turns his back to Amelia's ex.He recognized him immediately. He'd never forget the face of an enemy, after all. He has always and a good memory, even as a child. From the day he looked at those photographs, he kept that face engraved in his mind. Thomas disappeared after he sent him on that mission, and he'd always been trustworthy. It's either Damien had been wrong and Thomas decided to quit the job without a word, or someone got rid of him. Finding him here was not something he expected. Upon seeing him, he felt unusually calm. Back in the day, he would've pulled his gun out and shot him right there, in front of everyone. He isn't as impulsive now. He knows he'll get to him someday, and his death will be slow and torturous. Nothing infuriates him more than someone who messes with what's his, and Yara belongs to him. The mere thought of her cowering in fear before this man ignites something within him, something that has been dead for a long time. However, he will not undere
Devon just hung up the phone. I stare at the black screen, confused as ever. That was the strangest phone call I've ever gotten. Damien? Killing someone? I hadn't heard anything like that. He left after that mysterious phone call, said he'd be done for a couple of days. That was that. However, I'm concerned now. Devon wouldn't call for no reason. Something serious is happening tonight, but what could it be?I was trying to call for an Uber when Devon's call came through. Mom won't be able to take the bus home, or back to wherever she'll be staying. An Uber is much safer. I make the call and give them the address. I tuck my phone back in her my and return to the living room.She looks up. I stop in my tracks. She's aged since the last time I saw her, which was a little less than two months ago. She's disappointed in me and I don't blame her. I'm disappointed in myself, too. She did her best to convince me, but I've already made my decision a long time ago. I approach her sheepishly. A
I've bumped into a couple of passersby on my way to the coffee shop. I apologize quickly without looking back. The closer I get to it, my anxiety exacerbates. It's weighing me down, and every step I take takes effort. The sun's glare is too bright, my skin too prickly. I feel everything around me intensely. Something is off, I don't know why I didn't notice it before. I can't get the sound of his voice out of my mind. How he sounded. If it's another tactic to get me out of the city, I might just punch him. However, I have a strong feeling that it isn't. This is driving me insane, especially with everything going on with my mother. I don't even know where she is. I'm worried sick. I tried to call her on my way here, but her phone must be off. I finally cross the street. I look through the window to see if I can spot him. I can't see him right away, so he must be at our usual seat, right at the back of the room. I push the door open and the bells above jingle merrily. The sound is irr