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
Damien's POV. I looked her dead in the eyes and I could tell how serious she was. Recalling her past deeds, I knew that her words weren't a bluff but unlike before, I was going to do all it takes to protect Elise. "Nicola, I don't care what you do but just know that I spared you before. I overlooked your display of stupidity but if you try anything against Elise, I'm gonna kill you. I'll brutally and gruesomely bring your life to an untimely end." I threatened, making my voice cold enough to send a shiver down her spine. "You know that you can't do anything to me, because my family will bring yours to the ground. So, don't be so arrogant and confident. As for all your talk of 'action and killing' Let's see you back it up." She said, pushing me to the edge. "You're just barking." She affronted me.My hands itched to grab her neck and strangle her to death but I remembered her disgusting reaction that day. I didn't want to see it a second time. "Well, let's wait and see, who ends u
Elise's POV I was in the living room with my daughter, watching the television. A cartoon was being shown but I did not mind watching it because most of my younger days were spent working. I hardly had time to watch television even as a kid; My parents were always against me wasting my time with such things. Father always insisted that I do the chores with Mother and assist her instead of lazing around. My parents never understood what it meant for a kid to have fun sometimes. I couldn't do the same to Natalie, so I allowed her to watch the television but there were limits set in place and she knew them very well. I also spend time with her because I work regularly and she only has her toys to play with. She wasn't going to school but was being homeschooled because of my hidden identity. Natalie was a smart and intelligent girl but she was still a child and children were never good at keeping secrets. "Mommy, Janet is going to school." She said, pointing at a cartoon character o
Elise's POV. I looked back to see who was at the door. "Jones." I gasped and darted my gaze at Adaline who had a frown on her face. "How can you refer to me as 'a man' like you don't know my name!" Jones scolded her and glared. They both glared at each other like they had argued before or they probably did and I failed to notice. "What's wrong with the both of you?" I asked, curiously staring at them. "Did you quarrel?" "No." Jones shook his head. "That's a lie. We argued because he did something mean to me." Adaline raised her voice while pointing accusingly at him. I had never heard Adaline yell before. He must have upset her. "What did he do to you? Did he court you and go after another woman?" My assumption wasn't out of place because Jones wasn't a young man anymore. Jones was in his late thirties when I met him and now, he's almost forty forty-four. I wanted to call him my uncle when we first met but he claimed he was too young for that. He might be a few years younge