Arabella was curious to know more about that family, but contented herself with the information Dora was willing to provide."It was good for Damon too," Dorothy murmured.The matriarch seemed to drift off as she slid her fingers across the glass of the dining table. Those words were more for herself than for Arabella. She was glad to have a listener, as her husband and son were men of few words, and Arabella was polite enough to be interested in all subjects."I am sure he missed you.""He had to deal with a lot of problems," Dora looked at Arabella with a faint smile. However, her eyes could not deny the weight her heart felt."Problems?""Yes. George and I traveled and left a huge mess for him to sort out."The lovely lady did not want to use Dora's moment of vulnerability to interrogate her, but it was impossible to control her curiosity. "You had your reasons.""Nothing justifies it. We did not have the right to run away from our responsibilities.""He handled the mess well. You
"I was young when my mother died. All she left us was an almost bankrupt company. My father was a sad man for a while, but I think he got tired of the too-empty house..." Arabella began, but she needed to pause to breathe. "So he remarried, then Angel was born. We practically grew up together, but we were never really friends. In fact, I think we were enemies most of the time."Damon had no immediate reaction to the moment."But we were a family. We took care of each other... I think. My father tried to take care of the company, be a good husband and father, pay the bills. But he failed," she continued. "He failed miserably. We did not have money, but we had a name. We were still the Collinss in town, and that meant something." Arabella paused, looking up. "Then a proposal came that could change everything. An arranged marriage. The wealthy son of the Donovan family apparently had an interest in me. He wanted me because I was beautiful, educated, from a good family..."Banks covered
Damon's mind was cluttered. All Banks wanted was to live his life. Not the life he could have, but the life he wanted to have.Damon approached Arabella. He still felt he was too dirty to touch her, so he just got close enough to smell her perfume. He wished he could have that woman forever, but he knew that wasn't an option, not for him."I promise by all that I am, Little Angel. When things go wrong, you won't be with me. I will be the only one to pay for the secrets I've chosen to keep," Damon wished he wasn't so rooted in that feeling. He wished he could simply shut it off, as he had done before. He wanted to extinguish the flame in his heart, but he could not. It was too late not to feel, even though it was too dangerous to feel."When you find out who I really am, I hope you've forgotten my name," the man could not resist. He ran his fingers through Arabella's hair, unaware of how intense the touch was for her. Then, Damon hugged her. The woman's back was pressed against his che
FOLLOWING DAYArabella awoke to the weight of exhaustion pulling at her eyelids, her eyes swollen and sore from the tears that had plagued her throughout the night. Toc. Toc.Each knock on her bedroom door felt like a jolt, sending her heart racing as she hurried to open it.Standing on the other side was Mason, his presence a foreboding shadow in the dim light of her room."Surprise?" he asked, his tone dripping with cynicism and irony as he stepped into the room, a predator entering his lair.Arabella, clad in a robe, wrapped her arms around herself protectively. She knew all too well that Mason's unexpected appearances seldom brought anything but trouble, especially for her."What do you want?" she demanded, her voice laced with tension.Mason strode purposefully towards the door of Arabella's bathroom, his movements deliberate and calculated. "I saw the security footage. Damon paid you a visit."Arabella's stomach churned at the mention of Damon's name, a reminder of the tangled
Spencer opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a folder. He opened it and took out the top photo from the stack, extending the paper for Arabella to see. It was a printed image of a well-preserved man, in his mid-sixties, well-dressed, accompanied by an elegant woman."I've been investigating this man for years, but his record is cleaner than distilled water. The Banks family is above suspicion," he continued."So why keep investigating?" Arabella questioned."My intuition never fails. I know something is wrong. But the CIA never wanted to get involved in the investigation because if we're wrong, this family will be against us," Spencer commented, looking melancholically at the photo."I need to understand better.""I do not want you to be an undercover spy, Arabella. I just want you to... observe Damon. I want you to be my eyes where I can't be," Spencer said."And what if you are wrong?" Arabella questioned, never ruling out the possibility."If I am wrong, then we will fo
But before she could make her escape, Mason's voice cut through the tense atmosphere like a knife. "Arabella," he called out, his tone cold and commanding. She froze, her heart pounding in her chest, and turned to face him, her eyebrows raised in silent question."I hope you won't forget everything we discussed today," Mason continued, his words laced with a veiled threat."How could I forget?" Arabella shot back, her voice tinged with bitterness. The memory of their conversation about her mission to destroy Damon Banks hung heavy in the air between them, a constant reminder of the dark path Mason had set her on.Mason's lips curled into a smirk, a cruel glint in his eyes. "Angel and I will spend some time out of the country. In the meantime, work," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.Arabella's fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she fought to keep her composure. She did not trust herself to speak, the weight of Mason's words pressing do
Japan was a country known worldwide for its successful lifestyle. The city of Tokyo, in particular, was the country's bustling capital, and combined ultramodern and traditional style, from neon-lit skyscrapers to historic temples.In the back seats of the SUV, Banks and her lawyer did the last work of the day after a meeting. The car slid through the streets of Meguro, the neighborhood where the businessman had an apartment. A beautiful landscape unfolded outside, with cherry blossom trees, but they were too wrapped up in their cell phones to notice.Banks's cell phone began to vibrate with the arrival of a call from his mother, Dorothy."I want Arabella's phone number, or her address" the matriarch said as soon as her son answered.Damon wanted to roll his eyes, but he just sighed. He knew his mother, and he knew that she was strong-willed enough to ignore any words contrary to her wishes. The man thought of the reasons why his mother wanted to contact Arabella, and he did not like t
"How much?" Damon could hear the urban sounds of the city he knew so well. From the noise of the cars, he assumed that Arabella was on a busy street.The man felt a sudden need to protect that woman, as if she were his responsibility. And he knew his need for protection was getting the better of him, because he had left his personal bodyguard (Alex) in America just to keep Arabella under his watch."Two glasses of wine, I do not know," Arabella replied, and then let out a typically drunken smile."And what else?" Damon insisted."Some pills, perhaps," the woman replied nonchalantly.That answer made the man lose his breathing rhythm. His concern was replaced by anger. Damon closed his eyes and took a deep breath, just to keep from shouting all the curses he knew, in all the languages he knew. However, when he spoke again, his calm still seemed to have not returned. "What the fuck? Did you get drugged?""Not just me. Anastasia too" she replied."Where are you, my angel?" Damon tried