"I know you must be very disappointed in me, I didn't take care of Mystique enough based on the kind of man I am," Damien said with depression.
"You are right, am disappointed but it isn't entirely your fault, Madam Appa is a cunning woman and anyone would fall for traps" Mr. Eddard shook his head before standing on his feet. "Come meet me later, I think it's time we have a chat together. For now, am leaving my niece in your hands, I want this to be the last time I would visit her in the hospital because of you, trust me you won't like me when am mad" he palmed him on the shoulder encouraging him before walking out from the room, Bell stood up and silently shadowed him, wanting to give the couple some space.
Damien sighed turning his gaze back to Mystique with a determined face. "I will make all of them pay, it's time for action"
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Slowly, her eyes fluttered and the firs
Fling off his upper coat, Damien wadded up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, his black pants hanging perfectly on his waist and his feet were covered with well-polished black leather shoes. His feet were clangorous, hefty steps echoing throughout the building as he walked towards his secret basement. It's about time he played a little. Reaching the lowest floor of his mansion, one of his men guarding the door opened it for him and he ostentatiously made his way in. Archer and Ichabod were waiting for him with a chair between them and a little table that had his tools. Elegantly, he sat himself down, three empty chairs a few meters before him. "Bring them in" he ordered in a deep husky and grim voice. Without wasting any second, the door opened and three of his men walked in with three other people, a sack over their heads and a rope tied tightly around their wrist from behin
She tilted her head. "Let me guess, he is the mastermind behind my kidnapping" Mystique articulated cold-blooded, nearly sending shivers down Damien's spine. "Mystique, I can ex-explain...!" Renley blabbered, sweats dripping from his forehead and his throat making a gulping sound. "Explain what, explain the fact that you sent those men after me just so you could save me and I would believe you were a kind man helping a helpless soul!" Mystique suddenly raised her voice, making most around him jerk in fright. "It's not his fault you are stupid enough to fall for our little tricks, your denseness made you lose your child, deal with it, don't blame us for your imbecility!" Ashley spatted but Mystique smirked, her eyes suddenly displaying madness as She slowly rose from Damien's thighs, went over to the little table that had all kinds of torturing tools, she picked one up, twisting it between her f
Slowly, she pushed the glass doors and she stepped her foot in but stopped as a lump solidified in her throat. She inhaled and exhaled, composing herself from panicking. With one finally intake of breath, she pushed the doors wider and strolled in, the brightness of the room nearly dazzling but she didn't care as her attention was on the demised body lying on the bed, attached with machines to breathe, she gulped feeling a sudden tightness in her chest. Was this her fault...? Of course, it was, everything was her fault. Not only did she lose her child, but Harriet was also fighting for her life and it was all because of her, because of her innocent, naive ways. Taking baby steps, she stopped beside the bed where the other person laid lifelessly, only the sound of the monitor was there to indicate she was still alive, struggling to make it to the land of the living. Harriet, a lady she was used to seeing every
"Move away!" Mystique ordered, trying to keep her voice as nice and calm as she could but the man found her threat jesting as he burst out laughing. "Damien's little slut is tough, I like that. I wonder how tough you'll be when I have you tied to my bed, screaming beneath me as I po..." His sentence was left halfway as Mystique's landed a fist on his nose, making it bleed, she smirked in satisfaction. "I am no one's whore asshole!" She spatted, kicking the man in his stomach and he ended up falling on the ground, wailing and moaning in pain. "You price of shit!" The man cursed. "What did you say?" Just when Mystique was about to give him another kick in the guts, Damien came out. "What's going on here?" Damien asked signaling the two men walking behind him and they rushed forward, putting the man on his feet, Damien didn't fail to notice the cunning smirk playing on Mys
Reaching the front gates of her uncle's house, the car came to stop. Mystique sighed for the nth time since she left Damien's mansion. "Are you not going to tell me what that person is planning?" Mystique couldn't help but ask Archer who happened to be her driver. "The boss knows what he is going on, whatever he does now is to protect you and the future" Archer answered in a steely tone, Mystique was taken back by how hard and emotionless his voice sounded which gave her more hint that whatever Damien was happening was not good. "I am not a child that needs protecting!" Mystique spatted and was about to leave when Archer's voice stopped her. "Don't leave the house, our men are watching your every move" said Archer, staring at the other through the glass mirror. Mystique scoffed. "Does your boss know you are treating me like a criminal, I know you blame me for what happe
Theo came out from his little kitchen with a cup of coffee and placed it on the little table before Mystique, who had been quite nice she arrived, Theo didn't know what to do but offer her a cup of coffee though he could tell the other person did not come to his house just for coffee, he wasn't even sure if his coffee was good or not, he stopped making that stuff years ago. "What do you want?" Theo started in a calm manner seeing how the other wasn't ready to speak yet. "I want the truth, the full story of everything that happened years ago, the story that put all of us into this mess" Mystique voiced out instantly, gazing up at the other person, Theo could see the determination in her eyes and he knew Mystique wouldn't be leaving till she got what she wanted. "Does Damien know you're here? Am sure he doesn't trust me enough to allow his lover to come to visit me at my place, that means you sneaked out but do you r
"Where are we even going?" Hikaru queried for the nth time since they walked out from Theo's home, drifting along the morose, dark and obscured street with only their footsteps being heard as Mystique spurned to acknowledge the other's presence.Hikaru exclaimed a sigh for the thousand time as he hushly strolled behind the lady like a shadow but the other just went ahead, walking towards the unknown, a mask sealing her face, a hoodie over her head, her hands deep in her pocket and lastly, her head buried in thoughts. "It's late, Martinez might be searching for you?" He tried to talk some senses into her but Mystique continued moving, being deaf to the kid and to the world, she wished she could remained that way indelibly.Being deaf to the world, wouldn't that be a staggering feeling...?"You know Mystique...." Hikaru decided to start a conversation. "I know you might not recognize me but When I was a kid, you saved me w
Hikaru knocked back his saliva while taking a few steps backwards as Damien Martinez got hither to them but Mystique was totally nescient to her surroundings while twisting and spinning her body, the alcohol had sunk deep into her system.Finally, Damien got behind Mystique and immediately grabbed her wrist and the drunken person's body turned frozen as her feet went cold. Even though her back was faced to the person holding her wrist, she could clearly make out that familiar fervency she felt whenever the louring man was around but the hand around her wrist was glacial and obdurated, the grip was harsh, Mystique gulped suddenly becoming clearheaded.What was Damien doing here...!She didn't dare to ask out loud as Damien spined her around and they came face to face with each other. Mystique immediately put on an innocent face but the man before her wasn't smiling, wasn't ready to fail for her sudden habits of acti