Damien munched on his toast and scrambled eggs in satisfaction. His morning had begun on a very good note. With the cool air and the amazing view of the sunrise right outside his window, he couldn't possibly wake up in a bad mood. The first thing he had done was to head to the gym, and after an hour of rigorous exercise he had come back to his room, drenched in sweat but invigorated as well.After that he had taken a long cool shower, and since he had already requested for room service before going to the gym, the knock that sounded on his door by 9AM did not surprise him. They had brought in the requested breakfast meal, and right now he was almost done with it. A fresh glass of juice sat on the edge of the tray and as soon as he was done with the eggs and toast, he gulped the fresh squeezed fruit juice down. Thirty minutes later, Damien sat in the balcony of his suite. He had finished his morning routine, checked in with the company, with his mother, and with the hotel as well.
Damien checked the address Alvarez had sent him for the fifth time, as he neared the neighborhood. He glanced at it once more to make sure he was correct, and then looked up at the signboard at the beginning of the street, but it was the exact same thing. He couldn't help but feel astonished. He knew Madison wasn't living as comfortably as she used to, and that she was having a very hard time, but he never expected that it would be this bad. The street narrowed as he progressed, and although it had not been raining much, the whole place was basically a swamp. Every house Damien's eyes fell on was dilapidated and tiny, with barely any windows and weak strips of wood that were supposed to serve as the door. For a moment, he began to wonder how she was surviving in this place. It was so terrible. She was really having it bad, and he also realized that this was where she must have been living even before she came to New York, as his private investigator had also made it known to hi
KATHERINEThe first thing Katherine felt as she slowly awakened was an annoying sense of déjà vu. She was in the exact position as she was the first time she had opened her eyes, and speaking of that time she didn't even remember what had happened. All she knew was that she had been injected with something, but surprisingly and unlike the last time, she was calm and composed. She looked up at the tube descending all the way down to the cannula in her hand, wondering what all of this was about. The lights overhead in the ceiling were still as blinding as before, piercing into her orbs and she had to put a free hand over her eyes to shade them. When her eyes had finally adjusted to the light, and she no longer had to wince every few seconds, she let her sight roam the ward she was in. For the first time since she'd awakened, she noticed that a man was standing a few feet away from her bed, and the white coat he had on told her that he was the doctor, supposedly the one in charge of
Today, Madison woke up earlier than she usually did, so she had about about two hours to clean, make breakfast and probably dinner as she would be coming back a little late, clean her room and then prepare for work. She felt so much better today than she usually did. The past few days had been somewhat therapeutic for her, and she liked it so much.Shopping with Gina had been a major incident that had brought her happiness, and just yesterday, Mrs Sterling and her other neighbors had invited her over. She had spent nearly the entire day with them, talking and playing with the kids, and when night dawned and she had to leave, she had been quiet, but even then she did enjoy every moment. Madison had decided to make out time to visit her friends in the neighborhood at least once a week, since they’d complained of not seeing her very often since she'd started working, and she knew there was truth in their statement. She left early and came back late, unless she had the day off and on
KATHERINEKatherine eyed the nurse in contempt as she disconnected the tubes they had fixed in her, pulling out the cannula gently. Hissing, Katherine pushed the nurse aside and stood from the bed. Being in this darn place had felt like being caged, and she longed to teach all these bastards a lesson. They'd had the audacity to push her around and drug her at will, and once again she still hadn't gotten over the fact that the idiot who called himself a doctor had said she was crazy. She had a mental illness right? Well she would show them she was really mad by the time she was done with them.Shutting down the damn hospital should be enough of a lesson to them, and she would do so as soon as she got her bearings. She would get in touch with her lawyer soon, and take matters in her hands.She had gotten the chance to speak with her father about this, saying bad things about the staffs, and as soon as he could, he had sent someone over to London, calling and ordering the hospital to
Being in his old family house had felt strange to Damien. He had a bittersweet feeling raging in him, and seeing that he was torn between the two emotions he didn’t know which to choose at all. There was a strange kind of warmth that came with walking into his old room, and although it had been renovated and everything looked different, it still felt the same. He tried not to think about it way more than he should, because if he continued to let himself dwell in the past, then he was sure that the nostalgic feeling would soon change to anger. All in all though, the house had been in perfect condition, and spending about thirty minutes in there, when he was done, he ordered his driver to take them back to a hotel he’d booked prior to his coming. It was the best hotel in the town and it wasn't too far from where he planned to go so he paid for the suites. For comfort, he made sure everyone in his entourage had their separate room, with everything they would need and after ordering
Damien stared at the rundown house in front of him through the tinted windows of his car. It was the worst neighborhood he had ever been in, and instantly his mind went back to the place Madison had been staying in. He had thought it was terrible, but this… he had no words for it. Dirt and refuse was littered in every corner, and all the flats in the neighborhood looked the exact same way, old and dilapidated. Damien marveled at the difference between their old mansion, and this current residence. He still couldn't believe it, as it was even more terrible than he had expected. As he continued to stare at the dump in front of him, he couldn't help but see the image of their old mansion in his head, and it was so much different from this. Damien shook his head. What if they had made a mistake? What if the description his investigator had given was wrong? No matter how hard he tried he couldn't picture the mighty and proud Mr Connor living in this environment, as the version of th
"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?”Damien watched in amusement as Mason Connor spat, his hands clenching into fists as he glared at him.He was giving out the exact reaction he desired, and now by yelling, he was only trying to coat his embarrassment with fury but Damien could see right through it and honestly it was simply pathetic to watch. He wondered if Mason had learned anything from this downfall, that had befallen his family.Had the motherfucker learnt values, lessons, morals, manners, anything at all? Damien didn’t think so, because by the looks of things, he had gained nothing. And all Mason Connor seemed to have lost from before was the wealth his family had, but even till now his sour attitude still remained. Damien clicked his tongue. It was just like the Connors to feel threatened when they sensed competition, or any sign that someone was in a better position than they were, and it was also another reason why Damien would enjoy flinging them down their i