Devon can't believe he's here.He promised himself that he wouldn't waste any more time with Elizabeth. He's grown tired of her incessant whining, which almost always amounts to nothing. All she talks about is Damien Fucking Keller, but it's nothing he's interested in.But here he is, sitting beside her at yet another expensive restaurant, and he's most probably going to be paying the bill. Richard's a nice guy, he never forgets his wallet. However, that might change. Depends on how the afternoon goes. If she keeps talking shit, he might just forget it. She ordered a Caesar salad for lunch—typical—and he's cutting into a steak. She's still talking about Damien, and he zoned out ages ago. He's worried about Amelia, all alone with that fuck. He's bugged about Aaron, too. He can't get his lifeless body in trash out of his mind. And that bloody hole in the middle of his forehead. He's seen death, he's seen gunshots, but he's never seen the body of someone he cared about. Yes, he cared. H
I'm almost done packing.I don't know when Damien will come, but I hope he doesn't come anytime soon. I'm getting out of here. That's it, there's nothing left for me to do here, and I was an idiot for wanting to stay. My mother was here last night, offering her help, and I turned her away coldly. How blind I was. How could I choose to stay, knowing how complicated my presence here is? How could I naively believe that Damien would spare me, that he would understand, that he would forgive me?How could I be stupid enough to fall in love with him?No, I thought it was love. It isn't love. All that has evaporated, and has been replaced with pure, unfiltered hatred. He killed Aaron, mercilessly, threw him in a dumpster. How many men has he killed? I don't care what Aaron has done. He was my brother. We weren't extremely close; he was always distant and due to the age gap between us, we didn't have much to talk about. But he was always there. He helped me with my homework sometimes, and whe
I close my eyes firmly and tell myself that this isn't happening.He can't be kissing me. What happened to all that aggression? I can't understand for the life of me why my lips are moving against his, why my body is reacting to his kiss despite everything he's done. I remind myself that he killed Aaron, not twelve hours ago. My brother. Still, I part my lips for him, allow him to explore my mouth with his tongue as tears cascade down my cheeks.He breaks the kiss and holds my face, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that shakes me to my core. "Tell me there's nothing going on between you and that man. You aren't lying to me, are you?"Of course I am, even though I've never been romantically involved with Devon. He's waiting for an answer. I don't have it in me to keep lying. I shake my head. No, I'm not lying. Even though all I've done since I got here is lie."Are you sure?" he asks. "Fuck, Yara. I don't know what to fucking think at this point. Why would you meet him and n
Damien needs time to think.He needs to think about what happened this afternoon with Yara, but he can't judge this situation with a clear mind. He's biased. He cares for her way too fucking much for that. He can't find a fault in her, not because there isn't one, but because he can't bear to. She wasn't herself, though, he'll admit that at least. He could see the hatred in her eyes, it burned right through him, set his soul on fire. He needs to reflect, figure out his next step. She threw him completely off balance. Was leaving an admission of guilt? His head is starting to hurt. Fuck, he needs a drink. The floor is empty, just as he expected. He loosens his tie as he makes his way towards his office. Ethan didn't lock the door on his way out, he realizes. It's a good thing, because he doesn't have the key.He turns the handle and pauses by the door when he sees Elizabeth in his chair.Her presence is unexpected, unwanted, and worsens his mood. Someone's going to lose their job, if
When I hear the front door open, my heart plummets.I'm still in bed. I didn't have the energy to get up. I look at the closed door. Any moment now, he'll come in here. I wonder what he'll say to me. By now, he's had more than enough time to process my lies. What if he found an inconsistency?Five minutes pass and the door remains closed.I frown. Did I imagine those sounds? It's dead still now. What if it was an intruder? I sit up quickly at the thought. I force myself to take in deep breaths. No, I'm being paranoid. There's no intruder. It's Damien. I'm sure it is. I dress up quickly, hold my breath as I approach the closed door. I'm assuming he didn't check up on me because my bags are still in the living room, and I wouldn't leave without them. Or is he waiting for me to come out? I turn the handle.He's sitting on the couch, as I expected, facing the bedroom's door. He's smoking a cigarette and there's a tumbler in his other hand. Something about him is off, I sense it immediate
v6.12.1Welcome to Radish for Writers.Log OutEpisode PreviewStories/Story/Season/Episode PreviewCrestfallenAn episode can only be edited for 7 days after its publication.CrestfallenBy now, Yara—no, Amelia—is dead.Damien gave Hans explicit orders. He would take her to a warehouse, one of many he owns. There would be two men waiting for them. He would deliver her to them and walk away. Simple as that. Coming to this decision took a chunk out of his soul, but it was absolutely necessary. She knew too much, and she had betrayed him. That isn't something he takes lightly. However, he'll admit that he had to viciously fight the urge to call Hans and make him turn around and bring her back to him. Ethan is watching him pensively, his own cigarette forgotten. He shakes his head and says, "Just fucking cry already. Come on, get it out of your system."Damien takes a drag, keeps it in his lungs for a beat longer. It isn't giving him what he wants. He'll need something stronger to forg
"You're my father?" I can't believe this. I think I might pass out. Ferdinand Cooper is my father? How? This can't be true. It just can't. "This can't be happening.""The first time I saw you," he begins, "I found you familiar. Do you remember? You look like your mother, but I couldn't tell you that at the time. I thought it was a mere coincidence. I didn't think Daisy was pregnant when she left. I had no idea at all." Daisy? He means my mother? "I should've investigated. None of this would have happened if I had."I remember that. Damien invited me to that dinner at the lounge. It was the day I snapped a photo of Elizabeth and Ethan kissing in the staff room. I was shaking. He introduced Ferdinand to me as an old friend, and asked me to keep him entertained. He asked me if he knew me, but I didn't take his question seriously.How would I have known?"Close the door," he says, taking a seat. He gestures to the empty chair across him. "Take a seat. I think we have a lot to talk about,
Devon finds Elizabeth sitting with a cocktail in front of her.When he received her text, he has to confess; he looked twice. There was just something off about it. She said she wanted to see him, that she had something important to say to him. She wanted to meet him at the secluded bar downtown, where they first met. He found it strange. Lately, they've been meeting at restaurants, more public places. The last time he saw her, he asked her if she would tell Damien of it, and she said she wouldn't.Her exact words were, "Why would I do that? I want him to get fucked." He didn't believe her, but he didn't do anything to stop her. He figured that it would be better if she outed Amelia. Damien would send her away and all of this would be behind them. But he hasn't been able to contact Amelia for the last seven hours. He has no idea why her phone is off. What if Elizabeth really told Damien, and the worst happened? What if Amelia is dead right this minute?It's the only reason why he res