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It was half past 8pm, and Vanessa was alone in the bedroom, roaming aimlessly from one point to the next. She was thinking about her narrow escape a few days ago.How she had barely made it out of that mess with her head intact.But how long would that kind of luck last? How long?How many more times would she be able to slip through the cracks?“No. Never again.“ She murmured.There was only one real solution to ensure the Hayes family wouldn’t shove her out the door the next minute they find yet another good quality Isla had over her, like they had been blabbing about late. She had to get pregnant. It wasn’t a wish, this was survival.Her expression slowly shifted as this reality settled in her chest. Then, with a slow, calming exhale, she turned toward the wardrobe, opened it, and searched through until her fingers paused when they reached the dark, sheer fabric tucked subtly at the far end.She pulled it out, holding it up with a sultry smirk.It was a seductive dark lace trim
Damien returned to his room moments later, looking as restless as hell.Every now and then, he would pace from one end of the room to the next, his hands thrown behind him.The kiss still lingered not just on his lips, but in his brain. It wasn't supposed to happen. None of it was. He was Damien Blackwood. Never the kind of man known for losing control, not over himself, and certainly not over women. But Isla... Isla had somehow proven herself to be more than just any woman.“Dammit,” He muttered under his breath, stopping once again at the edge of the mirrorHis reflection stared back at him, a tense jaw, furrowed brows, shoulders rising and falling too quickly.The moment played again in his head; Isla’s startled expression, his own reaction… raw and reckless. Then the way she left in a rush, looking like she had been burned by something far worse than a kiss.His fists clenched as he now started to think about this loss of control and how it had all started…it actually started
The phone kept buzzing in Isla’s hand while the screen lit up repeatedly.Her thumb hovered right above the green icon.The silence that coiled the space between her and Damien was heavy with pressure.She could feel his gaze before she looked and when her eyes finally met his own, it was like slamming into a wall of restraint. Damien didn’t speak, nor did he move. He just wore this empty look that still managed to be full of meaning, as though daring her to make the next move.Still, Isla didn’t exactly back down. She held his stare, the phone trembling just slightly in her grip before she muttered quietly, her hand gesturing with the phone. “It’s rude to control who I talk to.”Damien said nothing, all he did was keep that unrelenting look. Like he was trying to hold her in place with nothing but the force of his presence.The phone was still ringing. Then just as Isla was still torn between ignoring the call or defying Damien to answer it anyway, the screen went black, the call
A few minutes had passed since Isla made up her mind to follow Damien.It wasn’t easy, actually.As a matter of fact, she might not have done it at all if she had not later considered the contract binding her to him like invisible chains.She could still feel the sting of the humiliation, it was as choking as it was inescapable.The fact that Damien still had any credit left at all in her heart after all this was a big wonder.But there she was, seated beside him in his car, with shoulders stiff and posture upright as though determined not to melt into the leather seat.The car moved smoothly through the darkening streets, and silence prevailed between them.Damien kept his eyes forward, jaw tight, the corner of his mouth drawn downward.And every now and then his eyes would flick toward Isla…to give short, sharp glances, as if he couldn’t help himself.But her silence was louder than any shout.He could tell…he just knew, she was blaming him for everything that happened back there.A
Isla stood still, her eyes wide, her lips parted like she was deciding between fight or flight. When the silence stretched a little too long, it appeared to anger Damien the more so he lashed out and gestured even more harshly;“Well? Are you going to deny it, or are you just going to keep standing there like like….”“Yes, I was with him,” Isla burst out, voice fierce, unashamed.She had been holding herself together since dinner, the twisted emotions and puzzles had left her going crazy, and now, for her messy day to get crowned with Damien blaming her for the very same confusion he started, was the height of it.Damien didn’t move after she said this.He ground his teeth; he had expected it to sting, but not much.But Isla wasn’t finished. “And I didn’t sneak around to do it, either.”Damien stiffened further. Then, like an injured tiger, he clenched his teeth to declare “You’re my wife…”Isla scoffed with her eyebrows lifted. “Wife? But you remind me every time that it’s just a
Just a few hours after the fun moment they shared in the boutique, Caden had gone further to ask Isla to have dinner with him while they sat quietly in the car, on his way out. He sounded so calm and sincere, without pressure, and Isla looked at him, observing how he seemed so much more serious and so much less playful. Then, after a short pause, with a single nod and a faint smile, she agreed.They arrived at the place at exactly 6:47 PM.The sky was already shifting into hues of burnt orange. Isla, unfastened her seatbelt, stepped down from his car, and instinctively turned her head toward what she assumed would be their usual cozy lunch bistro, but the building before her made her pause.Her gaze floated from the glowing rooftop down to Caden, who was now standing beside her, watching her like he had been waiting for this exact moment all day.She blinked twice in confusion.“This… isn’t where I thought we were going,” she murmured in half-wonder, wearing a tentative smile.“No,
Damien kept one hand in his pocket.A couple of seconds passed with his eyes not leaving the screen, but then, finally, what he heard next was a beep that left one side of his face squeezed up."Call declined."Not missed.Not unanswered.“Declined?”The notification sat there like a slap to his face.He stared, his eyes didn't blink, didn’t twitch. But something inside him did.It felt like a sting behind his ribs as he murmured the words again.It was not a mistake. Isla had pressed that button intentionally. She did it herself; it was completely willful, and for the first time since he could remember, she had chosen to treat him like some sort of distraction.His thumb remained on the screen, as if considering a reply, but no. Without warning, he tapped the side button with a little more force than was needed and then shoved the phone deep into his pocket, rising sharply to his feet.The chair made a scratchy sound behind him.After that, he started to walk out of his office with
It was Friday morning. Damien resumed for the day not too long ago; he had touched a few things that truly needed his attention in his office and then allowed silence to claim the rest of his time.For over fifteen minutes now, he had been sitting in the same position, his back against the leather of his chair, while next to him was a cup of coffee, looking untouched.His mind was clogged with thinking about the recent controversy he was dealing with and the explosions the trending article was causing across the media. Particularly that awful headline;“The Bastard Son of Richard Blackwood.”Him…Damien Blackwood. A Bastard?His jaw flexed tightly at the sound of that word.His fingers tapped rhythmically against each other, and he might have continued staring if the sudden vibration from his phone had not sounded.He didn’t flinch much, though.All he did was simply turn his head slowly toward it, his gaze sliding to the screen.The caller was one of his Private Investigators, Miles
Nate awoke to a weird kind of calmness on Thursday morning. He stretched out slowly, and after that, a deep yawn followed.When he turned to glance beside him, Vanessa was not currently on the bed.He didn’t need to ask where she was.She had probably gone for her morning routine, which was sitting down by the poolside for a few minutes with sunglasses too big for her face, and a smoothie she never finished. That was classic Vanessa, always committed to doing the absolute least, as long as it looked effortless.Nate gasped and decided to think of something more… positive.A perfect source of that would be Damien and his recent troubles.The news was already out and disturbing the airwaves.He had not even needed to read the articles; the headlines alone were more than enough.And of course, he could also see that Damien was already beginning to move quickly as always. Search results were already shifting. PR damage control is already showing in full force. It was clear.But this tim