Damien's POV. "What the fuck is this?" I yelled, staring at the message. The elevator shook and once again, I lost balance. I almost dropped to the floor but I used my suitcase to steady myself. Someone was making the elevator malfunction so that it would fall. I was on the eighteenth floor of over thirty floors. If this elevator fell then I would certainly die. Although I knew a few tips about how to position my body when an elevator started falling, the distance between the elevator and the ground was too fatal. My phone beeped again and I reluctantly brought it to sight."What are your last words?" I read and let out a scowl. "I have no last words, bastard because I am not dying tonight," I growled and slammed my hand on the elevator wall. "You can toil with the elevator as much as you want, but nothing you do can faze me again!" "Is this all you've got bastard, I know that you're hear—" My words were cut short when the elevator suddenly moved again.The light was still going
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. I was with Damien's secretary in the car and we were headed to the cemetery. I hadn't visited Natalie's grave for a while now."What time is it?" I asked Fernanda."It's twenty-eight minutes after four," Fernanda replied after checking her watch."What is the time in Paris?" I inquired, facing her.Fernanda checked her phone and responded, "Paris is nine hours ahead, so it's almost 2 am,""I told Damien to call me anytime he wants to sleep, why hasn't he called me yet," I asked, my voice laced with worry. "I always get confused about the time. I hope he's okay,""You should call him," Fernanda said."Yeah, I'll call him," I muttered and unzipped my bag to retrieve my phone. "Where's my phone?" I asked and pouted when I didn't see it."You must have forgotten it at the office," Fernanda said and I recalled how I left it on the table."How could I be so forgetful and careless?" I asked and chided myself in anger."It wasn't your fault, you were quite busy," She muttered a
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.These pictures couldn't be real, could they? Damien never mentioned anything about Mercedes. He never said that he met her over there. These photos had to be fake, but what if they weren't?Damien stopped picking up my calls for a while. Then he messaged me about his things being stolen. He also used a strange number and then instructed me not to call it. Why would he give me such instructions?"Elise, are you okay?" Roman asked.I glanced at him and murmured, "Please excuse me,"I stepped away from him and called the number that Damien used in messaging me. It rang for a while and then a feminine voice answered.'Hello,' she said. 'Who is this?'That voice certainly belonged to Mercedes. I didn't know how to feel about this, but I wanted to trust Damien. We had been through a lot together and I doubted that he would want to throw all those years away.I quickly ended the call and inhaled a deep breath. I decided not to dwell on the photos. I'd wait for my boyfriend to r
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
Author's POV.Elise rubbed Mercedes' face on the table and more of the cake was forced into her mouth. The guests were enjoying every bit of the scene and they kept telling Elise to do more damage.Elise would have loved to make Mercedes more miserable, but she held back. She was a celebrity and had to keep a clean record. If she caused a terrible injury to Mercedes then the police could get involved.Elise couldn't allow Mercedes to make her life more complicated. So, she raised her head from the table and pushed her to the floor.Mercedes whimpered and held her elbow in pain.Elise faced her and said, "Before going after other people's partners, you should consider the consequences of your actions and stop being selfish,""I don't want to see you close to my boyfriend again and if you dare stalk him like you did in Paris, I'll involve the police and press charges against you," Elise threatened."I'm kind of sorry for ruining your birthday, but I warned you severally to leave Damien
Author's POV. Mercedes lowered her gaze to Nicola's extended hand and shifted it back to her face."I don't give a fuck about who you are," Mercedes muttered, her voice trembling. "Just leave me...alone,"Nicola sighed and took back her hand. She folded her arms and looked Mercedes straight in the eyes."I can't," Nicola responded. "I can't leave you alone because I need you,""Need me?" Mercedes gasped in confusion. "I don't understand you," "Mercedes, we have a common enemy that both of us want to eliminate," Nicola said with a smirk on her lips.Mercedes' face scrunched in bewilderment and she said, "I don't know what you are talking about and I don't care either. I just want to be alone,""I believe you've forgotten about the woman that's making you hide your face right now, so let me refresh your memory," Nicola smirked and leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table. "Elise is the girlfriend of the man you love and she has ruined your life to a degree. Do you understand wh