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
Elise's POV. I was with Damien's secretary in the car and we were headed to the cemetery. I hadn't visited Natalie's grave for a while now."What time is it?" I asked Fernanda."It's twenty-eight minutes after four," Fernanda replied after checking her watch."What is the time in Paris?" I inquired, facing her.Fernanda checked her phone and responded, "Paris is nine hours ahead, so it's almost 2 am,""I told Damien to call me anytime he wants to sleep, why hasn't he called me yet," I asked, my voice laced with worry. "I always get confused about the time. I hope he's okay,""You should call him," Fernanda said."Yeah, I'll call him," I muttered and unzipped my bag to retrieve my phone. "Where's my phone?" I asked and pouted when I didn't see it."You must have forgotten it at the office," Fernanda said and I recalled how I left it on the table."How could I be so forgetful and careless?" I asked and chided myself in anger."It wasn't your fault, you were quite busy," She muttered a
Elise's POV. "Roman!" I called out his name. "Did you do something, Damien?" I asked, fear creeping into my voice."I didn't do anything to him! Why would I even hurt him?" He retorted."You have every reason to harm him. I know that you still have feelings for me and you think he's the only one stopping you from being with me," I said, my voice trembling. "Damien hasn't been picking up my calls for a while. What have you done to him!" I cried out and threw the flowers at him. He flinched a bit and gave me a surprised look. "I didn't do anything to him," He repeated. "If you have done nothing to him, then how did you know his location? I don't recall telling you anything and it's not like his trip was made public," I raised my voice, my eyes gradually stinging with tears. I couldn't bear the thought of something happening to Damien. He was all I had and without him, I had no other purpose of living. "Roman, say something!" "I knew he was heading there because his company is par
Elise's POV.These pictures couldn't be real, could they? Damien never mentioned anything about Mercedes. He never said that he met her over there. These photos had to be fake, but what if they weren't?Damien stopped picking up my calls for a while. Then he messaged me about his things being stolen. He also used a strange number and then instructed me not to call it. Why would he give me such instructions?"Elise, are you okay?" Roman asked.I glanced at him and murmured, "Please excuse me,"I stepped away from him and called the number that Damien used in messaging me. It rang for a while and then a feminine voice answered.'Hello,' she said. 'Who is this?'That voice certainly belonged to Mercedes. I didn't know how to feel about this, but I wanted to trust Damien. We had been through a lot together and I doubted that he would want to throw all those years away.I quickly ended the call and inhaled a deep breath. I decided not to dwell on the photos. I'd wait for my boyfriend to r