Damien's POV. "Mercedes, are you insane or what?" I asked, not mincing words. "What is wrong with you?" "Damien, I thought I could stop loving you after our breakup but I never did. When I saw you in that reunion and felt your kissable lips, I couldn't hold back the surge of affection in my heart," Mercedes said, touching her chest. "When I kissed you, all our memories came rushing to my mind like a flood. I have never felt such intense emotion in my life. My boyfriend never affected me like you did with just one appearance," "Damien, I love you," She declared, confidently. "You were my everything. You were my first love and first kiss. I gave you my virginity and all my love. We wouldn't have broken up if our families didn't have issues…" She uttered, desperate affection evident in her eyes. "Mercedes, I don't care about you or your feelings. I don't give a damn!" I raised my voice, not caring about the glances I received. "I have moved on a long time ago and if you hadn't showed

Damien's POV. I didn't want to feel afraid, I wanted to act tough as usual but I couldn't. I wasn't in the United States. There was no one here that I could trust to help or protect me. I would have called one of my partners and asked if I could stay with them overnight but I couldn't because I wasn't certain about the identity of the culprit. They might be in cahoots with one of my rivals and contacting them could put me in more danger. I couldn't hire bodyguards either because they weren't at my beck and call in this place. If I was going to have bodyguards then I had to wait until tomorrow morning or even a few days to get the protection I required. "What am I going to do?" I asked, my heart pounding terribly in my chest. "I doubt if staying here would be safe and I'm afraid that if I moved, they would move places with me. I can leave Paris tomorrow but there's no guarantee that I will get a flight to California," "Fuck," I cussed and glanced at my phone again. Another messa

Damien's POV. "I'll sleep on the couch," I stated, making my way toward the gray-colored couch. "Why would you subject yourself to such discomfort after everything you've been through?" Mercedes exclaimed, staring at me in disbelief. "I was just teasing you before, you don't have to take what I said seriously,""I had already decided before we came in here. It won't be the first time that I've slept on a couch, so it's nothing uncomfortable," I sighed, running my hand through my blood-stained hair. "Damien, I know that you've hardly slept on a couch and since you're injured, you should lay on something softer like the bed. I don't agree with you sleeping on that uncomfortable couch," She argued, walking towards me. "Why are you so resistant to sleeping on the bed with me? Don't you remember how we used to sleep on the same bed without touching each other?" I wasn't interested in going down memory lane. I just wanted to treat my wound, get some rest, and then go to the police stat

Elise's POV. "Roman!" I called out his name. "Did you do something, Damien?" I asked, fear creeping into my voice."I didn't do anything to him! Why would I even hurt him?" He retorted."You have every reason to harm him. I know that you still have feelings for me and you think he's the only one stopping you from being with me," I said, my voice trembling. "Damien hasn't been picking up my calls for a while. What have you done to him!" I cried out and threw the flowers at him. He flinched a bit and gave me a surprised look. "I didn't do anything to him," He repeated. "If you have done nothing to him, then how did you know his location? I don't recall telling you anything and it's not like his trip was made public," I raised my voice, my eyes gradually stinging with tears. I couldn't bear the thought of something happening to Damien. He was all I had and without him, I had no other purpose of living. "Roman, say something!" "I knew he was heading there because his company is par

Elise's POV. The first phase of my plan was to steal the limelight from her. It was her birthday and she would want everyone's attention to be on her, well I didn't want that. So, I headed to a boutique with Fernanda. I brought her along, so we would choose the best.Stepping into the boutique, I began checking for beautiful dresses and I was impressed by the stunning outfits I saw. Although I could have just gotten one of the designers from Damien's company to create something spectacular for me, it was a little too late for that. "Look at that dress, it looks gorgeous," Fernanda muttered, pointing at a red colored dress with unique patterns on it.We walked closer to the dress and a smile brimmed on my lips. "You are right. The dress is gorgeous and I love the patterns on it," I smiled, trailing my fingers on the dress.I took it off the mannequin, completely impressed by its unique features. It would certainly get the attention of people."Fer. You've got great taste," I smile