ELISE'S POV
Damien's words made me free of all my worries and I couldn't wait to be his just like he wanted.
But at the back of my mind, I knew we could never work.
"No, Uncle Damien! I can never consent to this!" I replied while I pushed him away. I acted like his touch scarred me and like I was disgusted with him.
"But you feel attracted to me, right?" He asked with raised brows. He looked dejected but I wasn't going to let him fool me.
"No, I'm not attracted to you." I lied, smoothly.
"I can never be! I cannot disgrace my parents. Let us keep our relationship strictly business with no strings attached!" I declared and in the next second, I directly walked out of the office.
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It was a new day for me and as usual, I walked into the company's building with Damien by my side. Sneaking out of the house has become so easy now.
At this point, I had eyes on me as usual but then there was a shift in the atmosphere.
Everyone looked at me with eyes filled with disgust and it was like they didn't even care if Damien was standing by my side.
"Do you think something is wrong, Damien?" I asked as we approached the private elevator.
He had a frown on his face like he had noticed the looks his employees were giving us. He didn't reply to my question as he looked around. Also, he had been acting distant ever since I turned him down. But then I couldn't be bothered. All I did was to protect our image.
In the next second, I heard ringing sounds on my phone. Several notifications came in and I took it out.
As soon as I tapped on one notification, I froze seeing what was displayed on my screen.
The sound of moans echoed from my phone and I could see my face clearly. I was writhing in pleasure underneath Damien while he was thrusting in and out of me, mercilessly.
"Ahh..." I gasped as the phone fell off my hands. I staggered in shock and fear and Damien went ahead to pick up the phone. He saw everything and just like me, he was in shock.
It was at this moment that the murmurs of the employees flowed into my ears. I felt like I was living a dream.
I didn't know how that happened! I never slept with Damien in my life!
How then did I have sex with him and the video is being broadcast all over?
"So, she is a whore!" An employee said.
"No wonder she was able to climb her way to the top. She made use of what was between her legs!" Another said and they all burst into mocking laughter.
I was in the center of them all and while Damien was left frozen, I was overwhelmed with embarrassment.
I wanted to shout at them and tell them not to judge me but then I couldn't.
I was too ashamed of what I had done.
In the next second, I turned around and ran out of the company building. Tears were already streaming down my eyes at this point. I heard Damien call out to me but I didn't stop.
What will my parents think of me now?
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"Mother, father..." I let out those words shakily as I walked into my house still dressed in office clothes.
They were standing in the middle of the living room and I could see that my mother was a crying mess.
"Elise! What have you done?" My mother asked, with a disappointed look in her eyes.
"We warned you! We warned you to stay away from him. But what did you do? You disgraced us!" She continued to say and her words weighed me down greatly.
My head was downcast and I went down on my knees sharply.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, mother. Please, forgive me. I'm innocent. I don't know what happened." I pleaded, in between tears.
I looked toward my father and he shot me a look full of hatred.
"You disgust me, Elise!" He declared and I sobbed even louder.
"From now on, you are no longer my child! I forbid you from stepping even an inch closer to me or my wife!" He declared and I gasped, in shock.
"No! No! Father, please don't do this to me! It's not my fault!" I said, quickly with a desperate tone.
"You should have known better than moaning beneath that bastard!"
"Get out! You are no longer needed here!" He thundered.
Before I knew it, my bags were thrown out and I was pushed out of the house.
I banged continuously on the door but I got no answer. I only aroused the neighbor's curiosity. They had all seen everything that happened and I couldn't be more embarrassed.
Right now, my family had forsaken me and now I could only turn to Damien for help. The reporters were also looking all over the place for me and I had to disguise myself by covering half of my face.
Soon, I was at Damien's house and it was past working hours. I had access to the house and it was easy for me to walk in.
At this point, I met Damien sitting under the dim lights in his living room.
He had a bottle of alcohol in hand and he looked so lost.
"Damien..." I called out to him, dropping my bags and rushing toward him.
As he turned to look at me, he gave me a cold, nonchalant gaze and I halted my steps. I was shocked at his reaction, not knowing what was about to befall me.
DAMIEN'S POV"What do you want here, Elise?" I asked coldly as I saw Elise walk in.She wanted to sit beside me but I was quick to stand up and face her."I.. I..." She let out, stutteringly, she was obviously disoriented by my cold stance. "I have been thrown out by my father. Please, I have nowhere to go except here." She said, shakily."You have no place here, Elise! Leave now." I declared and she froze. I couldn't look at her the same way anymore after what happened."What... What did you say?" I asked, in shock."I say you have no place here anymore! Leave! Get out of my life! You are the cause of all this! Go!" He yelled and I staggered, in shock."Please, don't do this to me. I have nowhere else to go. You know I'm innocent, uncle!" She said as she was about to go down on her knees to beg me.But before she could do that, I took hold of her hand and dragged her out of the house.I flung her out and her body landed on the floor with a loud thud."Go, Elise, and never come back
DAMIEN'S POV. I retracted my hand from her neck and glared balefully at her. She disgusted me. "Get out of my house! I don't want to repeat myself." I yelled and stepped away from her.Nicola smirked darkly; she simply walked past me and went to sit on my couch. My eyes widened in anger and I faced her with disbelief written all over my face. "How dare you sit on my couch? After everything you've done? Do you know the damage that you've caused, you ruined that poor girl's reputation!" "If you wanted to do anything, you shouldn't have involved her. It's me you wanted, you should have come at me!" I yelled, shaking in anger. Instead of showing any remorse or at least fear. She parted her legs and placed one of them on the couch, showing me her panties. This was the height of shamelessness. The next thing I saw her doing was taking her hands into her gown and removing her panties. She was so desperate to have me but was the first person to push me away. How hypocritical was she?
CHAPTER 7 — From rags to riches. Elise's POV. My eyes slowly opened and my nose was welcomed with a scent that I found familiar. I tried moving my body but a pair of hands were firmly wrapped around me. As my eyes fully opened, they were staring at someone's hairy chest. Curious and terrified to know who I was lying with, I raised my head slowly and my eyes widened in shock. "Damien" I gasped but instantly closed my mouth. I wriggled slowly out of his grip because I was disgusted by his embrace. Last night, he slammed the door heartlessly in my face and now, he had his hands wrapped around me. Something wasn't adding up. Successfully getting out of his arms, I quietly crawled out of the bed. As my feet touched the cold floor, I let out a soft gasp. I lowered my eyes to look at myself and I was completely naked, there were also dried blood stains between my thighs. Tears stung my eyes and I looked at him, he was also naked as well. My hands desperately flew to my head as I tr
Elise's POV. "Elise, I know that you might not want to return to California but it's high time you get over your fears. And anyway, no one would be able to recognize you." Jones said. Jones was wrong about me being afraid but he was right about my hidden identity.I was known as the faceless model for a reason. It was a nickname I was given because I never revealed my face. I always wore a beautiful mask that made my identity unknown. This made me different and so special from every other model. My walk and body were perfect but my masked face attracted more attention to me. I became the hottest and most mysterious model in Country N, and from there, my fame spread around the world. The rest is history.Jones was also unaware of certain things about me. He didn't know one crucial detail about me which was my real name. He thought my real name was Annabel Claw. My life was surrounded by secrets but it didn't matter as far as it was perfect. "Annabel, you aren't saying anything.
Elise's POV. I dodged the knife, by tilting my head. The knife ended up hitting the mirror and causing it to break.Quickly, I moved away from there but I wasn't planning to run. I didn't know her but I needed to know what she wanted from me. "Why are you here and how dare you try to attack me?" I questioned, my voice cold and raised scarily. "What…do you want from me?" Instead of responding, she got a hold of the knife again and made threatening steps towards me. "So, you ended up getting famous to seduce him again right?" She asked, her voice filled with resentment and malice. "I always wondered who was behind that mask, I always wanted to meet you but the moment you stared at Damien like that. I instantly knew you were Elise." How did she know my former name? What connection did she have with Damien? Was she one of his playthings? "I don't know what you're talking about." I feigned ignorance. Although Nicola's claims were true, I couldn't let myself get drawn in. I didn't kn
Elise's POV. "Annabel, is there something that you're hiding from me?" My manager asked. I jerked out of my reverie and looked up at him. "Why would you ask that?" I inquired with a straight face. He sighed and lowered his gaze before speaking. "I understand that you don't like talking too much about your past but if there's anything that can be dug out and used to ruin your reputation then please tell me." "Anna, I can't help you, if you keep hiding secrets from me. I won't be able to save your reputation if everything goes downhill. So, whatever you've done or has happened to you…" He paused. "Maybe you've spent some time in prison or you hurt someone in the past. Were you a bully in school and that crazy woman was your victim?" When I heard that guess from him, a chuckle escaped my lips. I couldn't believe that he would think of Nicola as the victim. People truly have a strange way of seeing things. "Have I ever shown any trait of aggression before?" I asked with my gaze o
Elise's POV. "Ma'am, she's sleeping." The woman who was behind me whispered. I called her 'woman' because she was the new nanny that I hired to take care of Natalie, my beautiful and cute daughter. The former Nanny had a special place in my heart but she had to leave and take care of her family issues. I believed that's why I couldn't remember the name of the new nanny, I wasn't too used to her presence yet. "She's asleep. Oh, thank you." I turned back to flash a smile at her. "I hope she didn't give you much trouble?" I asked as I sauntered to her small bed. A smile brimmed on my lips as I beheld her beautiful face. She had an adorable attitude like me but she had a spitting image of her father. I wondered why my genes weren't so dominant in the looks because she had her father's dark and intimidating eyes, she had the color of his lips and her hair color was the same as his. She looked like the little female version of him. At first, I disliked that factor but I put such child
Damien's POV. I was in my office, holding a Vogue magazine. On the cover of the magazine was the faceless model, Annabel Claw. The name didn't ring a bell, I had never met her before nor had any contact with her but I couldn't shake off the feeling that I knew her from somewhere. The familiarity was odd but it truly felt like we've met before. Looking at her body now, I couldn't help but get attracted to her glimmering skin, slender long legs, piercing blue eyes, and beautiful little lips. Well, any man would get attracted to such a beauty even without seeing her face but the attraction I felt was different. It was the exact attraction I had for Elise. When I first laid my eyes on Elise, I had to convince myself that she was my step-niece, a naive nineteen-year-old girl and I couldn't crave her. I continued telling myself that but working so close to her, I couldn't resist the vulnerability and innocence that she had. She was too pure for me to defile but I wanted her. There wa