All Chapters of LOVE AND VENGEANCE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~~Melisa~~I paced back and forth in my room, unable to rest, not when I was aware that Damien and that wench were sharing a room together. What if she tries to seduce him?I moved to sit on my bed, my head reeling with thoughts. I couldn't understand why he would offer to share a room with her. Damien hated sharing his personal space. Why would he let her…. Did he…?I shrugged my shoulders at the thought, shaking my head. There was no way he was in love with her.Hastily, I grabbed my jacket, put it on, and headed for Damien's room.Damien and I haven't drank together in a long time. He was most vulnerable in his drunken state. I will try to make him have a drink with me, and if I'm lucky, something might happen between us.I took a deep breath as I stood in front of Damien's door. Convincing him to do something was not easy, but I was determined.Summoning courage, I knocked on the door. But no response came. I knocked again, and the same silence followed.Were they out?Placing my

"I didn't know what to do. I trembled as Damien gazed into my eyes, my phone in his hand as he awaited an answer. One that I didn't have.“Answer me, Elizabeth,” He pressed.But…what was I supposed to say? That Dave was calling my phone because he was Elizabeth's lover? Elizabeth didn't tell him who Dave was for a reason. I couldn't just walk into her life and ruin everything, revealing secrets that she didn't want revealed.Damien sighed, handing me the phone. “At least you both keep it discreet,” he said, turning to walk away.“Kept what discreet?”He paused, turning to face me. “Your relationship with Dave, I would never have noticed.”“I do not have anything going on with your assistant,” I defended.“Elizabeth, you do not have to lie. I do not care. Yes, I was surprised at first because I never would have suspected, but I think it is impressive that you hid it so well. You might not remember, but I made you promise that nobody found out about your lover. It would ruin my reputati

Three days have passed since I returned from London, but I don't remember a second of it. I was losing track of time, and along with it, my memories. If I truly was losing the memories of my past life, then I had to act fast. I had to take Raymond down.Otherwise,I might wake up one day with no memories of my life as Vanessa.I might actually start believing that I'm Elizabeth Davenport.Fear gripped me.I was getting her memories. Was her mind taking over her body and slowly draining me out?"Mrs. Davenport,are you okay?" Raymond asked, his brow creased with concern as he leaned forward to hold me.My eyes shot up at him. I gulped. “Yeah, I'm fine,” I nodded.“Well then,” he stretched his hand out to me. “Let's go in.”I nodded, grabbing his hand as he led me into the art gallery. I had been here before. This was the first gallery I visited with Raymond when I was alive as Vanessa.I looked around the place, and it was empty. He had rented the place out again.I sighed deeply. I couldn'

~~Vanessa~~You know that feeling when you have an ex on your back that just won't leave you alone? Well, I have that. Only it's not my fucking ex!Dave called me all night,all night!!I sighed, trying to calm myself. It wasn't his fault, I couldn't imagine what it felt like for your lover to get into an accident and wake up with no memories of you.It's even worse that he might never get to see her again. Or maybe… he might.Elizabeth's memories were slowly coming back. It is possible that she is slowly returning to her original body while I, on the other hand, am slipping away.Suddenly, the door flung open, and Evelyn rushed in. “The master is leaving,” she panted.“Thank you, Evelyn,” I said, grabbing my purse as I ran out to catch up with Damien.He must have heard my heels clicking against the floor because he turned around to look at me, his cold gaze sending a shiver down my spine.Without saying a word, he turned back around, got into the back seat of his car, and shut the do

Fear.It's a word with many meanings. Some say people fear what they don't know because they are oblivious to what lies within. Others say people fear what they know because they have seen how scary it can get. For me? It's The unknown. I fear Dave, I fear what his reaction is going to be to my outburst, and with every second he spends looking at me in shock, I grow even more scared. “What did you just say?” he finally spoke.I trembled. “W..what?” I stuttered.“What do you mean you are Vannessa?” he repeated.“Dave, please, that was a joke,” I said, bursting into fake laughter, hoping I could laugh it off. But he wasn't buying it. I could see it in his eyes. “Well, I have to go,” I turned around, trying to run off, but his hands shot out at me, pulling me back. “No, you were serious. What are you talking about?” His grip tightened around my arm. My expression grew serious. “Let go of me, Dave.” I yanked my arm away from him. “Stop bothering me.” I turned around and ran off.He ra