Elise's POV. This research had to be wrong, Damien would never fall in love with someone else, not after everything we've been through. If he loved her that much then he would have mentioned her name before or never pursued me the way he did. But could there be a possibility that he never mentioned her name because he was afraid of getting hurt by the memories of their love? Was their breakup so messy and hurtful that he decided to omit her from his memories?"Princess, what did you want to tell me?" I heard Damien's voice and snapped out of my thoughts. I looked at him and asked, "Why do you care about me now?" "What do you mean by that?" He asked, giving me a confused look. "Did I do something wrong?" "You are doing everything wrong these days!" I couldn't help but raise my voice and keep my phone aside. "I'm trying so hard to understand what's so special about your conversation with her that you've refused to pay me the slightest attention," "Elise, what are you talking abou
Damien's POV. "Damien, she isn't telling the truth. I never said any of that," Elise argued. "I consoled her over her boyfriend's betrayal, but she asked me why I came with you. I reminded her of our relationship and she threw herself to the floor, spewing lies," "Damien, she's lying," Mercedes cried out and wrapped her hands around me. I looked at Elise and I knew she wasn't lying. I could tell when my princess was telling a lie and this moment wasn't one of them. "Alright. Let's calm down..."I sighed."Elise, please go to the car and wait for me," I instructed, trying to stop the issue from escalating. Elise frowned and stormed out of the mansion. I stared down at Mercedes and wondered why she lied. I had been with Elise for almost a year now. Did she think that it was so easy to plant doubt in my mind? "I couldn't find your first aid kit," I muttered and gently pushed her away from me. "It's in the drawer," She muttered, trying to hug me again. "Wait, let me find it," I held
Damien's POV. "Mercedes," I gasped. I was so stunned to see her here, I hadn't noticed her on the plane. How could we be in the same place at the same time? Was this a mere coincidence or had she followed me?"What are you doing here?" I gasped.She stepped closer, smiling, "I came to see a therapist like you had advised. A friend in California recommended one to me, and speaking highly of her competence, I decided to come,""The therapist is here in Paris?""Yeah," she confirmed and gave me another smile. "I know the distance is crazy since there are so many therapists back in California or New York where I have been staying for the past few years, but my friend spoke highly of the therapist and I can afford it. Plus, Paris is beautiful it would've hurt to have fun while caring for my mental health,""You don't have to explain anything to me, I'm sorry for prying," I apologized."What are you doing here?" She asked, curiously looking at me."I came here for an important meeting wit
Damien's POV. "Mercedes, are you insane or what?" I asked, not mincing words. "What is wrong with you?" "Damien, I thought I could stop loving you after our breakup but I never did. When I saw you in that reunion and felt your kissable lips, I couldn't hold back the surge of affection in my heart," Mercedes said, touching her chest. "When I kissed you, all our memories came rushing to my mind like a flood. I have never felt such intense emotion in my life. My boyfriend never affected me like you did with just one appearance," "Damien, I love you," She declared, confidently. "You were my everything. You were my first love and first kiss. I gave you my virginity and all my love. We wouldn't have broken up if our families didn't have issues…" She uttered, desperate affection evident in her eyes. "Mercedes, I don't care about you or your feelings. I don't give a damn!" I raised my voice, not caring about the glances I received. "I have moved on a long time ago and if you hadn't showed
Damien's POV. The hand pinned my head at the bottom of the bathtub but I was able to hold my breath. I tried to move my hands and rip the hand off but I couldn't.My body was paralyzed, I couldn't move a single part of it. I might be as good as dead.The memories that I had with my princess suddenly came to my mind. I remembered how we lost our daughter and how she almost ended her life. I spent months trying to make her understand that she wasn't alone and that she could count on me.We went to therapy together and I hardly left her side because I was afraid that she would do something to herself. I might not be the best boyfriend to her but she had always loved me.I had hardly experienced that sort of love in my life. It was unconditional and beautiful.If I died...right now, she would attempt to end her life again and I wouldn't be there to save her. She would be so sorrowful and the pain would rip her apart, all the months of hard work to bring her back to her normal self would
Damien's POV. I didn't want to feel afraid, I wanted to act tough as usual but I couldn't. I wasn't in the United States. There was no one here that I could trust to help or protect me. I would have called one of my partners and asked if I could stay with them overnight but I couldn't because I wasn't certain about the identity of the culprit. They might be in cahoots with one of my rivals and contacting them could put me in more danger. I couldn't hire bodyguards either because they weren't at my beck and call in this place. If I was going to have bodyguards then I had to wait until tomorrow morning or even a few days to get the protection I required. "What am I going to do?" I asked, my heart pounding terribly in my chest. "I doubt if staying here would be safe and I'm afraid that if I moved, they would move places with me. I can leave Paris tomorrow but there's no guarantee that I will get a flight to California," "Fuck," I cussed and glanced at my phone again. Another messa
Damien's POV. "What the fuck is this?" I yelled, staring at the message. The elevator shook and once again, I lost balance. I almost dropped to the floor but I used my suitcase to steady myself. Someone was making the elevator malfunction so that it would fall. I was on the eighteenth floor of over thirty floors. If this elevator fell then I would certainly die. Although I knew a few tips about how to position my body when an elevator started falling, the distance between the elevator and the ground was too fatal. My phone beeped again and I reluctantly brought it to sight."What are your last words?" I read and let out a scowl. "I have no last words, bastard because I am not dying tonight," I growled and slammed my hand on the elevator wall. "You can toil with the elevator as much as you want, but nothing you do can faze me again!" "Is this all you've got bastard, I know that you're hear—" My words were cut short when the elevator suddenly moved again.The light was still going
Damien's POV. "I'll sleep on the couch," I stated, making my way toward the gray-colored couch. "Why would you subject yourself to such discomfort after everything you've been through?" Mercedes exclaimed, staring at me in disbelief. "I was just teasing you before, you don't have to take what I said seriously,""I had already decided before we came in here. It won't be the first time that I've slept on a couch, so it's nothing uncomfortable," I sighed, running my hand through my blood-stained hair. "Damien, I know that you've hardly slept on a couch and since you're injured, you should lay on something softer like the bed. I don't agree with you sleeping on that uncomfortable couch," She argued, walking towards me. "Why are you so resistant to sleeping on the bed with me? Don't you remember how we used to sleep on the same bed without touching each other?" I wasn't interested in going down memory lane. I just wanted to treat my wound, get some rest, and then go to the police stat