Elysia Pov "Becca!" Her name leaving my lips as though I could feel life slipping from me. My beating heart paused as my gaze were fix on my child. The strength in my muscles weaken and I sprawled to my knees instantly. The wind suddenly became frigid, and the stomping sound of the guards and servants couldn't even be heard. Tears streaming from my eyes and every gashes crushing every bones in my body. It was as though I was thrown into an abyss of great misery. "Becca!" She laid in cold blood, her eyes clenched and her body stiff as though she was dead. I kept wobbling my head in shock. The taste of salt melts on the tips of my lips as phlegm was dripping from my nose. "Becca!" Ian's voice snapped me out of my woolgathering of thoughts, and instantly I rushed to my child. "Becca!" I held her in my arms, she was speechless and I could barely feel her breathing. "Call the ambulance!" I yelled at the servants who gathered around. "Becca!" Damon's screams made my heart bo

Elysia Pov "I'm sorry for your loss Mr and Mrs Contreras." My body quivered to the doctor's words. My heartbeat stopped for a moment. 'My child is dead!' I kept wobbling my head in disagreement but then it all came dawned on me when Becca was covered with a piece of plain sheet. "No!" I screamed, taunting the ward with my loud voice. I could feel the muscles of my heart, tightened as I sprawled to my knees. Tears like cascade falling from my eyes as re call every words she ever said to me. I've never been good to her, I never treated her like my child. Cold showers clutched my heart and for a moment it felt like my life was slipping away from me. "Elysia...." A familiar voice called out to me and when I looked at the person, it was my mother. I clenched my eyes shut as painful moans escaped my lips. This is all Damon's fault. The nurse rolled my child out of the ward, as I stood on my feet to meet them, Damon beat me to it. He held Becca's hands in his, as tears w

Elysia Pov "Yes I did." He responded coldly. For a moment it was as if I was hit by a storm, searching his eyes for every possibility of our encounter to be purely intentional. I gulp my saliva, biting down my tongue as I tried to coerce myself into believing that he mustn't have approached me on purpose, and before I could ask, he grunted and said, "I'm sorry, I did approach you on purpose. I just couldn't believe that Jake was dead and all over the media, they blamed you." He paused for a moment, making me scoffed. I was fooled. I can't believe I fell for his cheap tactics. . "You fooled me." I yelled. "I'm sorry Elysia. But the truth about Jake's death, I need to know." His question came like whirl wind. I was guilty for Jake's death. If he was never involved with me, he'd still be alive. Still, I couldn't say the truth, not now when I need Damon to cancel the my sister's engagement. "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened to Jake." I mumbled out a reply. I could feel

Elysia Pov "What?" It wasn't Damon's. The report says my child wasn't Damon's. "This isn't true." I shrieked at Damon. The moment I met his eyes, I could see the hate that clouded them. His lips curved to a corner and he said, "Why did you lie about your child's paternity?" His brows raised as he grabbed my cheeks with his hands, dragging me backwards until my back hit against the wall. "What were you trying to do Elysia?" His brows raised in anger. "That isn't true Damon, I have no reason to lie to you. Why will I do that? The child was yours and no one else's." ... Elysia lay on the kitchen floor, her fingers throbbing from where Damon had stepped on them. She glared up at him as he walked out of the room, her hatred for him growing with each passing moment. "I'll make sure you pay for choosing to deceive me," Damon had snarled before leaving. Elysia knew that she had made a mistake in trying to deceive Damon, but she couldn't help feeling angry at him for his brutal rea

As I knelt before Damon, begging him to let Ian have his birthday party, I felt my anger towards him grow. His refusal to listen to my pleas and consider what was best for Ian was unbearable.Damon looked at me with a smug expression, his eyes cold and unyielding. "You should be focusing on getting Ian back to school, instead of planning a frivolous party," he said dismissively. "That's what's important right now."I felt my heart tighten and I glared at Damon, unable to believe his callousness. How could he be so insensitive to Ian's needs, to the pain and grief he was going through?Tears streamed down my face as I stood up and stormed out of Damon's room, my fists clenched in anger. I knew I had to find a way to make Ian's birthday special, no matter what Damon said or did. I would not let him take this away from my child....I stood by the door of Ian's room, listening to his heartbreaking sobs. I felt a surge of helplessness and frustration, unsure of how to make things right for