Damon's pov My heart skipped a beat as my father rushed into the room with a gun in his hand. I had never seen him so unhinged before, and it scared me. "Father, put the gun down," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "This isn't the way to handle things." But my father was beyond reason. He pointed the gun at Quincy, his eyes blazing with anger. "You'll pay for what your father did to me!" he shouted. I could see the fear in Quincy's eyes as my father took aim, and I knew I had to act fast. I lunged forward, grabbing my father's arm and trying to wrestle the gun away from him. "Stop it, Father!" I yelled. "This isn't the answer!" But my father was too strong for me, and he pushed me away with a fierce shove. I stumbled backwards, watching in horror as he pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot echoed through the room, and for a moment, everything was still, as my father shot at the roof. I felt sick to my stomach as I realized what had just happened. The board members
Elysia's pov "Take the money and move," he said, his voice shaking. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I took the bag and slowly backed away. The man followed me, his gun still trained on me. As I spun to my right, and I saw his car parked just a few yards away. He motioned for me to follow him, and I complied. We walked in silence, the only sound being our footsteps and the occasional sound of a car passing by. When we got to his car, he opened the trunk and told me to put the bag inside. My hands were shaking as I tried to lift the heavy bag. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my leg. I looked down and saw a gunshot wound. I stumbled, trying to stay upright, and the bag fell to the ground. "Come on, hurry up!" he shouted. I struggled to pick up the bag, feeling the blood soaking through my pants. Eventually, I managed to place the bag inside the trunk. I turned to face him, my eyes blurry with tears of pain and fear. But then, something strange happened. The man was lying
Elysia's pov "I can't believe you're doing this to me, Damon!" I yelled, my frustration and anger mounting with each passing moment. "You know how hard I've worked to build up that company, and now you're telling me that I'm not fit to take over? That's complete bullshit!" Damon's expression remained calm, but I could see the hint of irritation in his eyes. "Watch your language, Elysia," he said firmly. "You're not doing yourself any favors by acting like this." I didn't care. I was too angry to care. "You know what, Damon? Screw you!" I spat, my voice rising with each word. "Screw you and your stupid mother! She've been trying to steal my company for months, and now you're using my memory loss as an excuse to take it away from me. You've taken over my family's company, and now you are doing this to me as well. Well, I'm not going to let that happen." Helen, who had been standing beside Kylian, stepped forward, her face twisted in anger. "You're lying, Elysia," she said, her voice
Elysia's pov Damon turned towards me, his expression still unreadable. "If you want to be the CEO, Elysia, you're going to have to work for it. You'll start as my assistant, and we'll see how you handle the job. If you prove yourself, then maybe we can talk about making you the CEO." I gritted my teeth, my fists still clenched. I couldn't believe that he was making me jump through all these hoops just to prove myself. "I don't need your help, Damon," I spat out, my anger boiling over. "I can do this on my own. I don't need you to hold my hand and guide me through everything." Damon's lips quirked up in a small smile. "Is that so? Well, then. I guess we'll see how well you do on your own." He walked towards the door, turning back for a moment to add one final remark. "But just remember, Elysia. This is my company as much as it is yours. And I won't let you ruin it." I watched him leave, feeling a mixture of anger and frustration. I couldn't believe that Damon was making things so
Elysia Pov"Do you take Damon Contreras as your lawfully wedded husband?" The officiating minister asked for the second time before I heard myself mumble out a reply.I had said yes to that man even though I wanted so bitterly to say no and be exempt from the inferno I was about to coerce myself into, but one tinge at my parent, and I had to swallow back the honest reply.My heart still aches, remembering all the anguish I endured that day. Put up a cheerful face of a newly espoused even though I was crying myself a river on the inside. It was even more frustrating that he knew all about my inner upheaval, yet he chose to play the happy couple with me as well.Even though it's been five years since we got married, the memories are still fresh in my mind, like it was just yesterday.Tugging the thought to the back of my mind, I let out a whiff and inclined myself not to dwell on that dreadful moment any longer than necessary, even though it has become a constant nightmare even in my wa
It was just 7:30 am. I trotted to his room in the east wing, hoping he was yet to leave for work. The sound of my heels clicking on the tiled floor filled the room. My eyes dwindled as I kept reciting words I would say when I got to him. I nudged his door open without knocking. He was dressed in a black velvet suit and perched on the couch, his eyes by the Tv screen in front of him. On his right hand was a bowl of popcorn. He had his two million dollar Richard Mille watch perfectly wrapped around his left wrist, and his shoes were just as expensive. 'He is dressed for work yet watching anime?' I strode nigher to him, he could hear the clicking sound of my heels, yet he feigned I wasn't there. "Why did you have my contract at Seattle canceled?" I shrieked, but still, he didn't spare me a glance. My eyes wafted to the TV, and I knew how to make him talk to me. I walked to the wall socket, and I switched the TV off. "Someone grew wings overnight." He stood on his feet, his brows
DAMONTwenty years ago, I was a scared little teenager, often threatened by my father, David Contreras. Some of his punishments was to make me walk to school, knowing just how much the people in the city hated his governance. I was often humiliated and thrown specks of dirt; before I got to school, a beggar looked neater than I was.His reason was I needed to be strong and willful. One day I was walking back home, and people selling by the street threw tomatoes at me. Tears were falling from my eyes like a cascade. I know just how bad of a governor my Father was, but I wasn't him. Why was I getting stomped at for his sins?My books fell on the ground, and I bent to pick them up. I couldn't wipe the tears from my eyes so the tomatoes puree wouldn't enter my eyes. Suddenly I felt a shield over my head. The tomatoes were splashing on the ground. It made me wonder what had happened. When I looked up, I saw a girl holding an umbrella over my head. She looked a bit younger. Eyes as bright
Elysia Pov"Elysia!" Jake's whispers of fear still reverberated in my ears as he fell to the ground, trimmed in his blood. The sound of the gunshot still tinkling in my head. I lunged my hand forward only to get squashed by the man that I've not only come to loathe but wanted to kill. Every bone in my body, bleeding for revenge. "Arrrghhh!" I deplored in pain as my gape met Damon's. His eyes shimmered red, but that didn't affect me. I wanted to see him lying lifeless on the floor just like Jake, maybe then I can forgive him."Did you detest me that much to sleep with my enemy?" I couldn't help but scoffed at his words as gashes rolled down my cheeks. Enemy? If I knew any of his I would have killed him years back. I wouldn't let myself tolerate this much, I will rather be in jail than let him take advantage of me this way. "I loved you Elysia, but you had to do this. Now you are nothing but the mother of my kids." "You know no love Damon, your love is as toxic as your nature. You