[Cara] “Cara? Are you alright?” Damon's hold on my arm became increasingly firm, his voice perplexed at my sudden stupefaction. I am not sure if he was seeing him as well or not but I hope he does.Rapidly blinking, trying to make sure that it wasn't just my head. This was the second time I have seen him. The second time he had appeared to me, yet I don't know if this was real or just a part of my yearning for him.Without tearing my eyes away from him, afraid that if I do, he would disappear again. I gently address Damon to follow my gaze. “Tell me you’re seeing him too.”“What?—” He was confused at first but when he finally saw what I mean, I could hear him audibly sucking up a sharp breath as though he couldn’t believe it himself. “Impossible...”Shit! So he really could see him. My incredulity faded but it was quickly succeeded by a state of panic when dad turns around to leave. “No, you’re not going to get away this time.”It was like that time I was in the hospital again, I rus
[3rd POV—Damon] He watches Cara slip into her father’s car. Damon, on the other hand, had the impression that something was off.His mind is racing with a multitude of questions, and he knows Cara has them as well. That might be the reason why she went with him straight away without any reservations. “Fuck!” A loud crisp curse slipped through his lips as they sped up on the road and disappeared through the night.A series of staccato resounded in the background and soon it was followed by a familiar feminine questioning voice.“Damon, where is Cara?”He turns around and saw Felicity descending the patio steps, balancing on her heels while hugging her shawl tightly as the cold wind blows harder.Damon fixes his gaze intently on her thinking if he really does know the woman. He and Richard Davidson had been good friends in business for some time, and it never occurred to him that a man who seemed so friendly and approachable might be hiding a secret or a troubled history.His jaw clenc
[Cara]My mind was still reeling over the fact that I just went with a complete stranger despite he was having my dad’s face. I haven’t even know his name, and I haven’t even asked him if he and dad were identical twins or just someone had paid him to change his appearance and take on my dad’s identity. I don’t have any slightest idea where he was taking me and the threat Damon told me about was screaming at the back of my head. However, I wasn’t felt threatened or like I am in danger.“You still haven’t told me your name,” I say, breaking the silence that enwraps between us instead of the steady hum from the vehicle.“You can call me Henry,” he only darted me a quick glance before he returns his gaze to the road, swerving in the wheels as we turn into the curb. “I know your tongue is itching to ask so many questions, but I’ll answer them all once we get there.”I nodded, biting the tip of my tongue to hold it as I fixated my eyes on the road and mentally counting the streetlights we
[Cara] “I'm sorry,” I mumbled as I peeled myself away from him, suddenly feeling a little ashamed of what I did.“It’s okay, Cara,” he says, giving me a wide grin and a pat on my shoulder. “I perfectly understand where you're on.”I mask my despondency and wipe my tears with the heel of my palm, forcing a smile on my face before I cleared my throat and spoke.“So, please tell me everything I need to know,” I told him, clearing my countenance with any traces of sullenness and getting this frolicking over with.“Sure, please follow me.” Henry swept his arms and ushered me down the spacious corridor.The retinue of butlers trailed behind us and I did my best to ignore them and focus on what was ahead of me.Henry turns left by the end of the hallway and then we came to a black door. The butler that assisted me from the car earlier preceded us and swings the door open.“Thank you, Raul.” He nodded his head to his butler, however, just right as we were about to enter the room. Henry halted
[3rd POV—Damon]While he listens to the sound of the ice clinking against the side of his glass, Damon observes the golden liquid as it moves around the bottom of his glass. It has been hours since Cara departed with the man who looked much like her father, and despite the fact that Davien tracked down the automobile that the man drove, they couldn’t get to her.Felicity had told them to let her daughter do what she wants. She came to him of her own will, and she will come back to them once she learns the truth.Surprisingly, she handled it well after a couple minutes of looking at the monitor where the man had standing, watching her from afar while she was at the dancefloor with an old business friend of Richard. Damon don’t know what was going on inside her mind, but he could see the longing in her eyes, the way her fingers twitch as though she wanted to hold the screen and touch the man’s face.“You know that’s not him, Mrs. Davidsons.” He told her, to ensure that she will stay gro
[Cara]I was so angry I didn't realize that I had destroyed all the things inside Henry's office. The table’s a wreck, the chairs been upturned and one leg was broken. The stack of documents piled on the table scattered the floor, and shards of broken glasses hazardously littered the floor.“Cara, please calm down before you hurt yourself.” I snapped my vicious attention to Henry, glaring daggers at him. Honestly, I was surprised by his imperturbability, as though he wasn’t dealing with an unhinged woman who was on the verge of madness.Which, unfortunately, turns out to be me.He raises his hands in surrender, yet he keeps inching closer to me. “Let’s talk this over.”Is this man making me laugh? “Talk?” I scoffed, looking at him indignantly. He wanted to talk? If he did, he could have done it long before he discovered he had a long-lost twin brother and introduced himself to us. But no, he only chose to reveal himself when it was already too late. My dad died because of his stupid
[Cara] Damon was about to attack Henry, but I grabbed his arm to stop him. He was still clutching the gun that he had taken from me, and I have no doubt that he won't think twice about putting a bullet in Henry's head. Damon came to a standstill and focused his perplexed gaze on me for a moment.“He made you cry,” he grumbled, his irritation clearly visible on his face and the stench of liquor oozing from his breath as he spoke.He had been drinking before he came here. He must have been stressed out with me leaving so abruptly without saying a word to him or explaining why I just did that.I breathe deeply, feeling completely spent. “He did, and he’s going to pay for what he did.” My focus shifts to Henry as I try to rein in my rage before it consumes me completely once more. “But not right now.”I have enough for this day—too much information I didn't know how to handle.“Cara,” Henry uttered my name in a hushed tone that was hardly inaudible due to the sound of the chopper's blades
[Cara] When I believed I had already gotten the hang of repressing my feelings, I found out otherwise. Damon was precisely like a wrecking ball, crashing through the thick walls I had built and reducing them to dust in the process. I pushed myself up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I turned my gaze around and noticed I was in an unfamiliar room. However, the manly scent that permeated my nostrils reminded me so much of him, and I immediately knew this room was his.Maybe one of his properties.I sigh, feeling the heaviness on my chest weighing me down. “I'm sorry.” The words just tumbled out of my mouth while in my head, chanting apologies for the foolishness railed in my thoughts. “I am so sorry.”How selfish could I have been? My gaze zeroed in on my fingers, fidgeting on my lap. They had already taken me out of my gown and changed me into a red satin night shift.A deep growl resonated in his chest as he hooked his index around my chin, tilting my head up. Dark eyes bu