Elysia Pov"Two days left." I muttered as tension escaped my lips. It's been two months and twenty eight days of being in prison.The hardest time of my life. My body was covered in bruises. I was beaten everyday by the hoodlums that roam these walls.Criminals that turned me to their slave making me lose my pregnancy. Root of hatred for Damon planted in my heart springing forth branches.He is my nemesis. I leaned my back on the wall as thoughts of Becca crossed my mind. There hasn't been a day gone by that I don't find myself thrown into the abyss of misery over her death.We never spent time together, I wouldn't make such mistake with Ian....."You have a visitor." The guard unlocked the cell and lend me to the visitor's room.It was Ellen, my sister."Elysia..." Her weak voice called out. Her eyes were swollen and her cheeks reddened. One glance at her and I was certain something had gone wrong."What happened?" "Damon have announced my engagement to Thomas Griffin. He said
Elysia Pov "Yes I did." He responded coldly. For a moment it was as if I was hit by a storm, searching his eyes for every possibility of our encounter to be purely intentional. I gulp my saliva, biting down my tongue as I tried to coerce myself into believing that he mustn't have approached me on purpose, and before I could ask, he grunted and said, "I'm sorry, I did approach you on purpose. I just couldn't believe that Jake was dead and all over the media, they blamed you." He paused for a moment, making me scoffed. I was fooled. I can't believe I fell for his cheap tactics. . "You fooled me." I yelled. "I'm sorry Elysia. But the truth about Jake's death, I need to know." His question came like whirl wind. I was guilty for Jake's death. If he was never involved with me, he'd still be alive. Still, I couldn't say the truth, not now when I need Damon to cancel the my sister's engagement. "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened to Jake." I mumbled out a reply. I could feel
Damon's Pov "I'm sorry for your loss." "Sorry for your loss, Mr. Contreras." I felt as cold as ice, standing by the graveyard, my eyes reading through the inscription on the tomb. My daughter was dead, she was gone forever. I could still hear the sound of her laughter, ringing in my ears like a lost melody. The pain in my heart was excruciating, yet I held the tears in my eyes for Ian's sake. He stood beside me, tears like cascade dripping from his eyes. His whining crushing me further, I couldn't bare to watch him. I bent on my knees pulling him into my arms. He could barely look away from the grave. "It's okay Ian." I said to him staring deep into his eyes, but he only whined louder than earlier. "Becca isn't dead is she? This is only a joke right daddy?" His denial was like a spear, piercing into my heart and I felt empty and clueless. There was no way I could console him, I could barely hold out myself. "Ian, Becca, is umm..." I tried to explain but I broke out in t
Elysia Pov "What?" It wasn't Damon's. The report says my child wasn't Damon's. "This isn't true." I shrieked at Damon. The moment I met his eyes, I could see the hate that clouded them. His lips curved to a corner and he said, "Why did you lie about your child's paternity?" His brows raised as he grabbed my cheeks with his hands, dragging me backwards until my back hit against the wall. "What were you trying to do Elysia?" His brows raised in anger. "That isn't true Damon, I have no reason to lie to you. Why will I do that? The child was yours and no one else's." ... Elysia lay on the kitchen floor, her fingers throbbing from where Damon had stepped on them. She glared up at him as he walked out of the room, her hatred for him growing with each passing moment. "I'll make sure you pay for choosing to deceive me," Damon had snarled before leaving. Elysia knew that she had made a mistake in trying to deceive Damon, but she couldn't help feeling angry at him for his brutal rea
Elysia Pov. It was morning and I got up from the bed, woken by the cries of Ian's. I quickly rushed to the kitchen. Ian hugged me immediately. "Mummy, where were you?" He asked me in a weak voice as his hands wrapped around my waistline. "I was out of town my love." I responded and bent to him and kissed his forehead. "How have you been my love?" Tears streamed down my face as I smiled at Ian. "I'm not fine, I want Becca back." Ian responded and his eyes instantly wells up. "My child..." I hugged Ian tight, sobbing quietly. Ian's tears streamed down his face, making my heart break. I hugged him tight, but he continued to sob uncontrollably. The loss of his twin sister, Becca, had left him unable to focus on anything else. I couldn't imagine the pain he must be feeling. Becca had always been there for him, supporting him and protecting him. And now, she was gone, leaving a huge hole in both of our lives. I tried my best to comfort Ian, but nothing seemed to work. He was inco
As I knelt before Damon, begging him to let Ian have his birthday party, I felt my anger towards him grow. His refusal to listen to my pleas and consider what was best for Ian was unbearable.Damon looked at me with a smug expression, his eyes cold and unyielding. "You should be focusing on getting Ian back to school, instead of planning a frivolous party," he said dismissively. "That's what's important right now."I felt my heart tighten and I glared at Damon, unable to believe his callousness. How could he be so insensitive to Ian's needs, to the pain and grief he was going through?Tears streamed down my face as I stood up and stormed out of Damon's room, my fists clenched in anger. I knew I had to find a way to make Ian's birthday special, no matter what Damon said or did. I would not let him take this away from my child....I stood by the door of Ian's room, listening to his heartbreaking sobs. I felt a surge of helplessness and frustration, unsure of how to make things right for
Elysia's PovI could see the disgust in Damon's eyes as he looked at me. My heart was pounding in my chest and I could feel my fists clenching my dress. Fearful moans escaped my lips as I watched Damon smiling at Ian.He held out his hand to me and asked me to follow him outside. Five-year-old Ian smiled and held my hand tightly, not wanting to let go of his father.I was terrified of what Damon might do to me for disobeying his orders and celebrating Ian's birthday, but I couldn't help it. I was Ian's mother and it was my duty to make sure he was happy on his special day.Damon led me outside and I braced myself for the worst. But instead of yelling or hitting me, he looked at me with a cold and calculating expression."You think you can defy me and get away with it?" he said in a low voice. "You will pay for your disobedience, Elysia."I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Damon was threatening me for celebrating our son's birthday. I was filled with anger and fear, not knowing wha
I stared at Damon, my heart heavy with grief. We had just lost our child, Becca, in our own garden. And it was all his fault. "Elysia, what are you saying?" Damon yelled, his eyes brimming with fury. He grabbed my arm tightly, leaning in close to me. "If it turns out that the person who murdered Becca is found, you will pay for thinking I could have done such a thing." "It was your gun that shot her, Damon," I said, my voice shaking with anger. "I asked you to keep it away, but you left it there. And Becca played with it. You can't blame someone else for this. You have to take responsibility for your actions." Damon's eyes narrowed, and he released my arm, stepping back from me. "This isn't over, Elysia," he said, his voice cold and menacing. "I will make you pay for accusing me of such a thing." I turned and walked away from him, tears streaming down my face. I knew that Damon was capable of great violence, and I was terrified of what he might do next. But I also knew that I could