All Chapters of I Was Always Yours: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Samara’s resolve felt a little stronger as she finally allowed herself to close her eyes. The weight of the day hadn’t entirely lifted, but Debrah’s words provided a flicker of clarity in the chaos. She needed to stop letting others’ expectations and manipulations shape her decisions.Ethan’s face, etched with innocence and joy, floated into her mind. He was her anchor, her purpose, the one pure thing in all of this mess. She would protect him fiercely—even if it meant standing alone against the storm brewing around her.But as much as she wanted peace, sleep eluded her. Thoughts of Damien, Frederick, and Caroline tangled together, forming a knot of unease in her chest. Debrah’s pointed question lingered too: What’s your plan with Damien?Samara had been dodging the answer. Maybe because deep down, she already knew what it was—she just wasn’t ready to face it.Her phone buzzed again, jolting her upright. The screen illuminated with a message from Damien.Damien: I meant what I said ea

The dimly lit lounge buzzed with low murmurs and the occasional clinking of glasses. Damien adjusted his tie, scanning the room before spotting Caroline in a secluded corner booth. She waved him over, her red lips curving into a sly smile.“You’re late,” Caroline said as he slid into the seat across from her.“Traffic,” Damien replied curtly, his eyes narrowing. “Let’s get to the point. Why did you call me here?”Caroline leaned back, swirling her drink lazily. “Samara,” she said, the name slipping from her lips with disdain. “She’s trying to get closer to Frederick again. We both know what that could mean.”Damien’s jaw clenched. “So, you can see it too,” he said, a hint of anger in his voice. “Frederick is also playing the devoted father card, inching his way back into her life.”Caroline leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Frederick still has feelings for Samara. That much is obvious. If they reconnect, you and I both lose. You lose your family, and I l

Damien stood there for what felt like an eternity, his thoughts a chaotic whirlpool of frustration, anger, and desperation. He had always been the one to take charge, to steer situations in his favor. But tonight, Samara had shattered that illusion with just a few carefully chosen words.He finally moved, his footsteps heavy as he made his way to the living room. Dropping onto the couch, he pulled out his phone and stared at the screen. A part of him wanted to call Caroline, to vent his frustration and recalibrate their strategy. But another part of him, the part that still cared for Samara beyond his ambitions, wondered if he was losing her for good.The sound of Ethan’s soft laughter from his room broke through Damien’s thoughts. It was faint, accompanied by the muffled sound of a cartoon. The innocence of it was a sharp reminder of what was at stake.Damien ran a hand through his hair and muttered to himself, “I won’t let this fall apart.”Suddenly, his phone buzzed in his hand, jo

Frederick’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Caroline, your mother has never been shy about voicing her opinions, but why now? What’s changed?”Caroline took a seat on the couch across from him, her tone softening. “She thinks it’s the best way to stabilize things—for Ella and for us. She’s worried about how things might look to the outside world. And honestly… I can’t say she’s wrong.”Frederick leaned back in his chair, his jaw tightening. “So, she thinks rushing into marriage is the solution to everything?”“It’s not just about appearances, Frederick,” Caroline said, her eyes pleading. “It’s about giving Ella the stability she needs. Don’t you want that for her?”Frederick’s gaze softened at the mention of Ella. “Of course I do. But marriage isn’t something to be decided because of external pressure. It’s something we should want for ourselves, not just for others.”Caroline leaned forward, placing a hand on his knee. “I want this, Frederick. I want us to be a family, to raise Ella togethe

As the door closed behind him, Samara turned to Damien, her eyes blazing. “What the hell was that, Damien?”“What was that?” Damien shot back. “You’re the one who invited him over. What were you thinking?”“I was thinking about Ethan,” she said, her voice rising. “Not that it’s any of your business.”Damien’s expression hardened, and he took a step closer. “It is my business, Samara. I am Ethan's father too, you need to decide where your loyalties lie.”Samara stared at him, her chest heaving with anger. “Maybe you should start by asking yourself the same question.”Without waiting for a response, she stormed off to her bedroom, leaving Damien standing alone in the living room, his fists clenched and his jaw tight.-----Damien paced the living room, still seething from the argument with Frederick and Samara. His hand trembled slightly as he picked up his phone and dialed Caroline’s number. It rang twice before she answered, her voice cautious but curious. “Damien, what’s going on?”