Damien 82.Neither of us stepped out of the elevator when it's doors slid opened. There was nothing of interest in my office except if we both wanted to do things of other interest which included getting naked. I had no problem with that but it would be inappropriate.My Cara was in a dejected mood and it was all my fault. I had believed so much that my past would stay buried, hidden and forgotten. I was wrong. People kept on creeping into my life from left to right. I knew that my past would catch up with me.What I did not expect was that it was going to happen this quick. I had met the Dumas through Vito my father but it was a brief one. When they had come for him, I temporarily stayed with the St. Dumas family. There I had met Natalia and we hit it off.Although I made it clear that I was not interested in being adopted by them, I even threatened to run away if they did but they rather found it funny. The St. Dumas were like a second family to me but som

Damien 84.I had forgotten how mentally exhausting it was to deal with Rose. In fact it was draining to deal with the St. Dumas family because of how insatiable they all were. I admired how well Isabella seemed to be taking in a these.We had not even spent the whole day together, and Rose was already playing her hand. The only way to win this was to play dumb and keep silent. I could not let them know that Isabella was pregnant with my child.I had spent enough time with them to know how adamant they were when they went after something they wanted."Let's get back to city, there is much to be done," I told them, getting to my feet and lending a hand to Rose. There was no reason to stop being a gentleman even though I was uncomfortable with how close she was.Rose happily took my hand and we all left the beautiful terrace and leisurely walked to where our ride was waiting. The time was three thirty on the dot and work hours were done. She managed to waste a

Isabella 86.I jolted awake from my little slumber as my heart almost gave out from fear. It was dark in the room and Damien was no where in the house. I did not know how I knew but I could always tell when he was absent.Ever since I was rescued from the clutches of Robert, I had been plagued by nightmares of the incident. The dream was always the same. It started with Robert tying me up and forcing pills down my throat. Then I always jolted awake when he raised his fist.I woke up feeling very thirsty and my stomach gnawed in complaint as I sat at the edge of the bed, putting my feet on the warm rug. I had no recollection of taking off my shoes because they were neatly placed on the shoe rack. I looked up at the round clock hung up by the entrance of the bathroom.It was past six which meant I slept for over two hours. I could not tell which was more exhausting between working at Renaissance or dealing with the St. Dumas family. It was mentally draining to deal with both.It was e

Isabella 88Even behind bars, Robert's reach wad still far enough to get to me. It was clear now that despite his incarceration, Camilla was still under his spell. I wondered how she felt when Robert had told her to send me the message.Fortunately, Camilla had stopped blowing up my phone with unprecedented calls and I was left with the uncomfortable silence that followed. To be honest, I was not looking forward to the upcoming days that involved Damien leaving for Japan with Natalia.However, business was business and it did not matter how I felt. I was downstairs busy changing the TV channels when I heard a car pull up close to the house. Even without meaning to, I knew that it was Damien.It scared me how well I was connected to him because he was the first person I ever felt this way about."Did you sleep well?" He asked as he gently closed the door behind him."I tried," I told him."The same nightmare?" He asked as he sat close to me.I nodded. He was awar

Isabella 90.It was so broody in here and bleak in here. I tried not to let it get to me but it did. The somber atmosphere in Red Gate Penitentiary was sad and contagious. Why would anyone want to stay here. I tried to imagine how life would be here everyday.Damien and I waited at the visiting hall of the prison. I was nervous and anxious. Damien placed a calming hand on my lap as my legs were shaking uncontrollably."Fear is natural, only mad men have no fear, you will overcome this," Damien whispered to me. I nodded.Before we got here, we had both decided that, I would see him alone. Robert had been deemed armed and dangerous so I could only see him behind the thick glass with a telephone fixed to it."If things get uncomfortable, you know that you can always leave," Damien told me. I nodded again and held his hand for moral support.Truth be told, it was not easy going to face the man that just traumatized me but I knew that it had to be done. If I did not d