I froze as Damien’s lips claimed mine. I wanted to push him away, but for some reason, I stood rooted to the spot—like my body refused to listen.My mind was screaming no, but my body… it remembered.I blinked rapidly when I felt his hand slide to the small of my back, stroking me in slow, deliberate motions.Damn!That night came rushing back in vivid detail. He was good—too good—in bed. But I also knew it had been a huge mistake.Before it could go any further, I forced myself to shove him away and slap him hard across the face.“How dare you?!” My voice trembled with fury. “Do you really think you can just waltz into my life like this?” My chest heaved. “Whatever happened between us in the past was a mistake. So please, Damien—move on.”I emphasized his name, hoping it would sink in. But instead of being offended, he actually smiled. He rubbed his jaw slowly, as if savoring the sting.“Well,” he murmured, his voice rich with meaning, “I’m sorry. But you started it… so you should fi
I blinked rapidly, my pulse hammering in my ears. I wanted to push him away, but my body… it wouldn’t move. It was like my muscles had locked up from the weight of his words.He wasn’t even smiling to soften them—no hint of a joke.“H-Huh?”The corner of his lips curled, slow and deliberate, a predator’s smirk. His eyes narrowed slightly, searching mine like he could dig through my thoughts if he stared long enough.I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly so dry it almost burned. My heartbeat was getting louder, faster—thud, thud, thud—until I was certain he could hear it, too.“I still remember everything, Mika,” he whispered.His breath slid across my cheek, warm and intoxicating, laced with fresh mint and the faint, smoky bite of whiskey. My knees trembled—not just from the words, but from the memory they dragged to the surface.Then—his touch. Fingers brushing my cheek with the kind of care that made my skin ache. My breaths came uneven, shallow, like my lungs had forgotten how to wo
After freshening up in the restroom, I spent the rest of my time mingling with potential investors. God knows I tried not to notice Damien Grey.But every time I turned, my eyes found him. Or maybe… his eyes found me first.He didn’t even pretend not to stare. And the longer we were in the same room, the heavier the air became—like something was pressing against my skin from the inside out.It wasn’t just awareness.It was heat.And I could feel his.“Everything went well, Ms. Mikyla. Your presentation was a success once again,” Rafaella said with a proud smile as we sat back down at our table.I forced my lips into a polite smile.“Thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you and the team.”“You’re too humble,” she teased. “No wonder everyone here keeps watching you.”I laughed softly, but my cheeks warmed. If only she knew—one person was watching me, and it wasn’t admiration in his gaze. It was something darker, sharper… and far more dangerous.When I first arrived in Italy, I didn
I didn’t know how I made it through the next few seconds.My knees wanted to buckle, but I forced myself to breathe—to act like I was still in control.Even when I wasn’t.I watched Tito Damien speak gracefully with Ms. Dianna Jean. He moved with effortless command.His tailored black suit clung to him like armor—crisp, powerful, and intimidating.One look, and you’d know immediately: this was a man of power. And someone you’d never dare cross.Of all the companies he could have owned… why did it have to be Montier Luxury?If I could walk out right now, I would.But I couldn’t—because this was my moment.And I wasn’t about to ruin it just because of my past.I cleared my throat and took a deep breath, lifting my chin as I finally walked toward them.“I’m glad you arrived in time, sir,” Ms. Dianna said as she admired the pieces. “Just look at these…”“Some things,” Damien replied, his voice low and deliberate, “are better when unexpected.”Then it happened.His eyes flicked toward mine
I kept walking, refusing to let my heels falter—even as my legs trembled inside.Not because I was scared.But because I couldn’t believe the past I’d buried had just walked straight into the most important night of my life.Damien Grey.My ex-boyfriend’s father.The man I ran away from.The man I gave myself to in a moment of emotional ruin… And the only man who ever made me feel like I wasn’t just someone’s second choice.Rafaella leaned in, whispering, “Do you know him? That man over there—the one who won’t stop staring?”I cleared my throat, trying to sound unbothered. “I’m… not sure.”Rafaella frowned.“Well, he looks like he just stepped out of a billionaire magazine spread,” she teased. “And he seriously hasn’t taken his eyes off you.”I couldn’t reply right away. She didn’t have to tell me. I already felt his gaze—hot, unwavering, consuming.And it only made me more anxious about why he was here. A thousand questions started spinning in my head.My fingers tightened around the
Two years have already passed.I never thought time could fly by so fast.After everything that happened back then, I forced myself to rise again. I left the Philippines and flew to Italy to chase my dream.Since then, I’ve heard nothing from Justin or Sheila. I changed my number. Blocked them on all my social media accounts.Honestly, I’ve become a different person.It was painful at first, so painful that there were nights I could barely breathe just remembering their betrayal. But I used that pain. I turned it into fuel to build myself again.And now… here I am.From being the girl who cried on a stranger’s shoulder in a club, to standing in front of the mirror in my own studio in Milan, wearing confidence like a second skin.I’m no longer “just” Mica.I’m Mikyla Ferrer, lead designer of Savarre Éclat—one of the most prestigious jewelry houses in Europe.My designs have been featured in fashion magazines, and my latest collection is scheduled to walk the runway in Paris next month.