SOPHIA'S POV ‘We had met before I became his secretary?’ I just smiled awkwardly, trying to focus on running my fingers through his hair instead of getting shocked by the words Mr. Graham had just said. I knew what he said was not close to being possible. “I don’t think so, sir,” I said, keeping my voice as steady as possible. He pulled his head away from my lap, sitting up slightly. “I don’t know what it is,” he said softly. “But I felt it earlier, when I was in your room. When you were dressed for Nico's party. It was like we’ve been that close before. Like it wasn’t new.” I felt uneasy because of his words “Remember when I told you about the strange feeling I had when I saw your painting?” I reminded him, choosing my words carefully as if I was talking to Hayden and Kayden.He nodded slowly. “You shrugged it off back then, Sir. You told me we’d never met before, and I believed you. So, Mr. Graham, you shouldn’t hold onto that feeling. We don’t have a history. I'm a hundred
DEBRA'S POVThe next morning being a Monday morning, I took it upon myself to visit Damon at his company knowing fully well that he would surely be there.After I received Sophia's call yesterday, I felt uneasy and wondered why she suddenly asked me to tell Damon about his accident. She didn't even give me a chance to reply her before she hung up on me. As I stepped into the company, I was greeted immediately by a flurry of bows and warm smiles. “Good morning, Mrs. Graham!” the employees chimed in unison. “Good morning,” I replied with a cheerful nod, letting my smile linger. These were good people, far more personable than my son who hardly smiles. “Thanks for your continuous cooperation towards the growth of this company.” I needed no soothsayer to tell me that Damon had never acted politely with them, nor appreciated them for their hard work. I had to do that in his stead in order to encourage them to keep working hard.I walked my way to the elevator which led me to Damon's
DAMON’S POVAs I rose angrily from my chair, I slammed my hands hard on the desk, feeling the impact vibrate through my arms. My mother flinched, and her tear-streaked face became pale with fear. She clutched her hands together, shaking on her seat, as she sobbed.“Mom, why didn't you tell me before now?” I bellowed. My voice echoed through the room, but I didn’t care. “Did you enjoy making a fool out of me while I kept having flashes of memories I couldn't even understand? Do you have any idea how painful it’s been? How many times I’ve wondered why my head hurts for no reason?”She shook her head frantically. "No, Damon. I never wanted to hurt you. The doctor said if you tried too hard to remember, you could harm yourself even more."I scoffed, running a frustrated hand through my hair. "And what about the accident itself? What if it wasn’t an accident, Mom? What if someone tried to kill me?" I snapped, my voice filled with bitterness. "You know I have enemies, yet you did nothing! Yo
DAMON’S POV“To where?”The question repeated over and over in my head, bouncing off the walls of my mind like a haunting echo. No matter how hard I tried to grasp onto something, anything, my memory remained blank. A void. A missing piece in the puzzle of my life. I turned to Leo, my patience was wearing thin. “Do you have any idea where I went after leaving the club?”The club. Now, I understand why I suddenly experienced a deja vu moment on Nico's birthday. Leo hesitated, shifting uncomfortably. And why did I even bother asking him when he obviously said I sent him off?“No idea, sir.” He spread his hands, looking just as lost as I felt. Obviously, NO IDEA.No idea where I went that night. No idea what happened after I left the club. No idea who the woman was.“Damn it!” I exhaled sharply, rubbing my temple, at the same time, running a frustrated hand through my hair. I sank into deep thought, my fingers drumming restlessly against the desk. Different possibilities played in my
SOPHIA’S POV“Grumpy man,” I muttered under my breath the moment Mr. Graham was out of sight. I let out a sharp hiss, crossing my arms over my chest.The nerve of him.Ordering me around like I was some maid.I sank back into my chair, my fingers tapping against the desk as annoyance bubbled inside me. Damon Graham, billionaire, business tycoon, and the rudest man alive. He had no idea how insufferable he was.And yet, despite knowing that, I had let him kiss me two nights ago.I shut my eyes tightly, as if that could erase the memory.God, I regretted it.Not just because it meant nothing to him, but because I had actually felt something. And now? He didn’t even remember it happened.I scoffed bitterly.And on top of that, he had the audacity to command me to clean up his office.“Clean his office, my foot,” I muttered, shaking my head.I tried to push away the irritation, but it clung to me. Was I angry because of how he treated me? Or was it because he didn’t remember the damn kiss
DAMON'S POVAround 5 PM that day, I stepped out of the boardroom, my employees following behind me. We had just concluded a meeting, and it was also the end of the workday.As I walked out, I noticed Leo approaching. His expression was difficult to read, somewhere between sadness and frustration."You just received a text, sir," he said, handing me my phone. From the look on his face, it was clear he had already read it.Curious and slightly concerned, I wondered what kind of message could have made Leo look so troubled.I brought my phone closer to my face, to read the text."Hi, Damon. This will likely be the last time you hear from me, as I’m about to discard my SIM card and leave the country.I’ve successfully completed my mission in your life and home. The truth is, I never loved you. Everything was carefully planned by my real boyfriend and me. Our only goal was to drain you of your wealth.In fact, I managed to take even more from you than we originally intended, and believe me
SOPHIA’S POVI saw Damon blinking his eyes and quickly alerted Mom that her son was regaining consciousness. His mom immediately stood at the other side of the bed.He had been admitted at the hospital since yesterday after we received a call from Mr. Leo that he fell unconscious. “Sophia” I heard him call me and my head snapped in his direction. He was smiling. Wait, Smiling!Did he once again hit his head on some rock in his unconscious state? He never seized to amaze me.Just then, the doctor walked in, checking his vitals. “He’s okay now, ma’am. You don’t have to worry.”Mom let out a relieved sigh, folding her hands in gratitude. “Thank goodness. I thought I was going to lose you, Damon.”“You worry too much, Mom,” He muttered.She sat beside him, helping him sit up, but he still didn’t take his eyes off me, making me grow uncomfortable. What was he planning now?“What exactly happened, my dear?” Mom asked gently. “Leo refused to tell me why you fell unconscious. He insisted I
DAMON’S POVIt had been a month since I regained my lost memory of six years ago. I felt like I had been reborn. Like someone turning a new leaf. From my cold attitude to a calm one.But then again, could it be because of Sophia? Ever since I found out that I had a one night stand with my contract wife, I had been feeling elated. I should be having mixed feelings, right? Why am I having an unexplainable feeling towards her? It was definitely not romantic feelings. Then what? No wonder I felt a sense of familiarity between us the first day I laid my eyes on her at the office. Had no idea we had a history together.For the past few weeks, I found myself yelling less, talking softly, not getting annoyed over unnecessary things. And Sophia, something in me always keeps looking deep into her eyes whenever she talks. I even recently noticed how beautiful her brown eyes were.‘Gosh! Damon, this isn't you.’I insisted on her preparing my daily meal, and truth be told, I always enjoyed her f
DAMON'S POV I stood frozen on the stairs as Sharon’s words echoed in my head.“A… daughter?”She looked desperate, her eyes pleading for me to believe her. “Yes. She’s ours. I had her while I was held captive. I never got the chance to tell you.”The silence between us stretched on, thick and suffocating. I didn’t know whether to scream, question her, or run upstairs.When I finally broke the silence, I returned to stand in front of her. “Do you think you can make me believe you by telling me yet another lie that we have a kid together?” I raged.Her face twisted in pain as I shook her shoulders. “No, Damon. She’s your child,” She cried, “Please, let go of my shoulders. You’re hurting me.”I hesitated for a moment, and then released her, my anger boiling just below the surface.She lowered her voice, continuing, “About three months into my captivity, I discovered I was pregnant. I tried to hurt myself and abort it because I couldn’t let someone else join me in that hell, but they sto
DAMON'S POV My mind was racing with uneasy thoughts. I couldn’t shake off the discomfort of leaving Sophia in the house with Sharon. What if she did something terrible to her? Especially after the way she kept staring at Sophia and asked who she was.Or what if Sophia lashes out at Sharon because of how I carried her in yesterday, or simply for showing up in my life again now?I knew I made a grave mistake by asking Sophia to stay back home to attend to Sharon. Especially when I acted rude to her.“Sir?” Leo tapped my side of the table, jotting me back to reality. I remembered I was in the meeting room with my senior staff, going over a tech company’s proposal to buy our shares. But my mind was elsewhere, tangled in thoughts about my personal life.“Are you listening, sir?” Leo demanded, to be sure I wasn't lost in their way of presentation.“Me?” I pointed at myself, confused like a lost dog. “Yes. Yes, Mr. Leo. I'm listening.” I lied, letting out a fake smile. “Go on with the pres
SOPHIA'S POVDamon had given me the task of taking care of Sharon today, and I couldn't help but feel frustrated. Why me? Why did I have to be the one to look after her?Before leaving for work this morning, he had asked the workers to clean up one of the guest rooms upstairs and made sure Sharon moved there. Because she spent the night in his room.Of course, Damon hadn’t stayed in his room. He had slept in his study. As much as I tried to deny it, I was still feeling elated for boldly telling Sharon that I was Damon's wife last night. But after I went to give her some of my clothes, I saw a mix of sadness and bitterness in her eyes. She was surely not happy that Damon had moved on.She should be sad actually if she was indeed kidnapped like she claimed, because she would feel betrayed that Damon didn't search for her. But, who would? When all evidence pointed at her to have sent the text, and stole from him. ‘Wait, Am I jealous?’“C’mon, Sophy!” I laughed at myself. Why would I b
SOPHIA'S POV I couldn't shake off the uneasiness Sharon’s arrival brought. It gnawed at me like a warning I couldn’t hear clearly. Like a nagging feeling echoing in my mind, hinting me that something bad was about to happen.I quickly shrugged it off. “Nothing’s gonna happen.” I muttered under my breath, as I walked into the kitchen, forcing myself to take a deep breath.Almost immediately, two familiar voices—the mansion’s legendary gossip duo, bombarded me with whispered questions.“Ms. Sophia, what's happening?” Genny whispered eagerly.“Who’s that woman Mr. Graham carried upstairs?” Bella added, glancing around like she expected the woman to pop out at any second.I sighed. “Don’t you girls know her?” I asked, turning to them.“No, we don’t.” They both shook their heads.They most likely weren't employed back when Damon and Sharon were an item.“When did you two start working here?” I asked, arching a brow.“Going on five years now,” Genny said.“Four for me,” Bella chipped in.“
DAMON’S POVI was delighted that Sophia liked the necklace I got her. I’d been jogging that same route for years, yet I’d never noticed the big store tucked away down the lane until today. On a whim, I went in and picked something out for her. A small gesture to show her that I hadn’t tricked her into being intimate with me. I just wanted to feel her warmth.By afternoon, I got done with my work on the laptop, letting out a tired yawn. "You should take a break, sir," Sophia suggested, sitting beside me in the living room as she peeled an orange.I looked at her, uncertain about my feelings. I couldn’t quite understand why I was acting so affectionately toward her. Part of me thought I might be experiencing a genuine change of heart, while another part believed I was only treating her this way because I’d learned she was the one who came through for me the day Sharon ended things with me. And for that, I wanted to treat her kindly.‘She's a perfect woman.’ My inner voice mumbled. I
SOPHIA'S POVI slowly opened my eyes, the corners of my lips curling into a smile. Damon and I fell asleep after our intense and passionate intercourse. I still couldn't believe we both did it.My body felt refreshed, I felt like a whole. Like I just accomplished a mission. I've been in the dark for years. Not knowing what it feels like to be a woman, sexually. At that moment, I felt complete.My eyes drifted to the wall clock.‘6:30?’ I gasped. ‘PM?’‘Did we sleep for that long?’I tried to rush out of bed, but my body felt numb. Damon was completely looming over me. A smile tugged at my lips. I knew what we felt for each other couldn't be termed ‘love’, but I felt an inner joy.I slightly nudged him aside so I could get up, but what I saw on his body made me widen my eyes.Tatoo? Damon has a tattoo at the upper part of his right arm? It was an image of a crown with ‘Her King’ etched beneath it.‘Awwwn! It looks beautiful.’ I admired it.But then, it suddenly struck me. ‘This tattoo
SOPHIA’S POVDamon has been different lately. I noticed quite some changes in him ever since he regained his memory. At first, I thought he was back to being a chameleon. But, he hasn't changed his positive attitude towards everyone since then. The way he had been staring at me as well. I just hoped he would continue being this way.I've been doing my best to satisfy his persistence of me preparing his meal. I had begun watching YouTube videos on how to prepare some international meals, and I'm glad he always thanks me for the meals. Every. Single. Time.That wasn’t the Damon I married, or signed a contract with, rather. It was someone new. And honestly, I hoped this version would stay.When he’d asked me to join him in his room “for work,” I had a feeling it wasn’t about files or emails, because we hardly talk business at home. But I still went.I knocked once and, finding the door open, stepped in.“I’m here, sir,” I said, unsure of what to expect.He was on the sofa, typing someth
DAMON’S POVIt had been a month since I regained my lost memory of six years ago. I felt like I had been reborn. Like someone turning a new leaf. From my cold attitude to a calm one.But then again, could it be because of Sophia? Ever since I found out that I had a one night stand with my contract wife, I had been feeling elated. I should be having mixed feelings, right? Why am I having an unexplainable feeling towards her? It was definitely not romantic feelings. Then what? No wonder I felt a sense of familiarity between us the first day I laid my eyes on her at the office. Had no idea we had a history together.For the past few weeks, I found myself yelling less, talking softly, not getting annoyed over unnecessary things. And Sophia, something in me always keeps looking deep into her eyes whenever she talks. I even recently noticed how beautiful her brown eyes were.‘Gosh! Damon, this isn't you.’I insisted on her preparing my daily meal, and truth be told, I always enjoyed her f
SOPHIA’S POVI saw Damon blinking his eyes and quickly alerted Mom that her son was regaining consciousness. His mom immediately stood at the other side of the bed.He had been admitted at the hospital since yesterday after we received a call from Mr. Leo that he fell unconscious. “Sophia” I heard him call me and my head snapped in his direction. He was smiling. Wait, Smiling!Did he once again hit his head on some rock in his unconscious state? He never seized to amaze me.Just then, the doctor walked in, checking his vitals. “He’s okay now, ma’am. You don’t have to worry.”Mom let out a relieved sigh, folding her hands in gratitude. “Thank goodness. I thought I was going to lose you, Damon.”“You worry too much, Mom,” He muttered.She sat beside him, helping him sit up, but he still didn’t take his eyes off me, making me grow uncomfortable. What was he planning now?“What exactly happened, my dear?” Mom asked gently. “Leo refused to tell me why you fell unconscious. He insisted I