Damien flaunted his gift to Scarlett, smiling as he saw the frown on her face. She absolutely hated it but he didn't mind. " Has Gerald ever bought you things like this?" He asked, visibly taunting her. Scarlett scoffed, looking away even as her shoulders tensed. " Of course he does..." She replied, her voice filled with jealousy and anger. " He does send me things." " I'm not talking about gifts from doing your duties as a Mistress. Heartfelt ones." Scarlett's scowl deepened at the question as she searched her head for an answer. Gerald has never bought her one, she thought bitterly to herself. " It's so beautiful I almost don't want to sell it." Damien said sadly. " But you will." Scarlett stated. " Of course..." He stated haughtily, shrugging. " Why are you even here, showing me this?" Scarlett said, suddenly angry. A smirk worked it's way into Damien's face as he sat here. " No reason. I just wanted to show it to
" It's about my marriage. " She began, her voice low and hesitant. An evil glint appeared in his eyes. Finally! He has her where what he wants her! A good feeling bubbled in his stomach, spreading all over him. To her, he said. " What about it?" " It's not exactly the greatest." She continued, walking ahead, Damien following close behind her. " Well, marriages aren't exactly bed of roses." He said "What troubles you, my lady? Is the Duke not treating you right?" He asked. " Well, he's quite alright." She opened her mouth to say something else but snapped it shut, walking ahead. " You know what? Nevermind what I said." She told him. Damien paused in displeasure but he didn't let it show in his face. Catching up to her, he glanced at her with a warm smile on her face. " If your marriage isn't favorable to you, you can always leave. No one wants to be unhappy forever." She turned to look at him, an half- smile on her face. " Thanks, I'll r
( A week later) " Is anything the matter, dear?" Scarlett asked, drawing invisible lines on Gerald's chest as she watched him lost in his thoughts. He glanced at her, his eyes brooding and his lips drawn in a thin line. " Nothing." He replied after a while. " I'm sure there is a lot of things wrong. Why are you think so deeply? Is it something I did?" She asked, hoping that wasn't the case. He'd been with her all day but he had been oddly disconnected. " No, it's not what you did. I just want to be left alone." He replied gruffly. A flash of anger crossed her eyes but she blinked and it was gone. Sitting up on the bed where they lay, she began running her hands through his hair in hopes of what she thought was a soothing gesture. " I don't believe you. You've been looking grim all day. If you don't talk about it, I'll never know." She said softly, a worried look on her face. " I'm not sure it's the topic you want me to talk about." He told her
Serena stared at the bowl of soup in front of her, wondering what she was doing outside. She'd been staying in her room, reading a book when a maid had informed her that Mr Murphy was waiting for her. Wondering why he would see her without a request for invitation, she'd gone to see him and here she is. Although she was having fun, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. " Are you having fun, my lady?" Damien asked, a charming smile on his face. Serena glanced at him, nodding. She looked around, watching the crowd. Smiling back, she replied. " I can't say I'm not. I didn't realize there was a festival going on in town." " It's quite a popular one really, I'm surprised you didn't know about it." He said. Serena shrugged, taking a spoonful of the soup in front of her. Surely, it smelled delicious. Scooping into her mouth, she widened her eyes. It tasted great as well. She swallowed before replying. " I don't go out that often." " I can see that." Damien said, grinning. They co
" Get your hands off my wife." Came the deep venomous voice behind Damien, hinting at the barely controlled anger. Damien froze. Shit! Shit!! Shit!!! He cussed. Slowly, he turned around to see a huge figure looming over him. The streets were still crowded, but in that moment, Damien felt like it was just he and Gerald. He resisted the urge to pull his hands away from the barely conscious Serena. " Your Grace!" He called out enthusiastically, effectively covering up the shock he felt. " It's a surprise seeing you here!" " Get. Your. Hands. Off my wife." Gerald grated out again, more dreadfully. Fear sizzled down his spine. " I would love to do that. But you see, she's barely conscious. I'm afraid she had a little too much to drink." He replied as normally as ever. Why did Gerald have to show up now that he drugged Serena? In a few steps, Gerald was directly in front of Damien. He snatched her from his hands, pulling her to his side so sh
Serena woke up the next morning, her mind blank and with a pounding headache. Glancing an unfocused gaze around, she tried to figure out where she was. She soon noticed she was in her room. She raised her brow, confused. How did she get there? Groaning, she sat up on the bed, rubbing her eyes. Her head was still pounding. A few memories started filtering in. She'd been out yesterday, with Mr Murphy. He had taken her to the pub where she had a glass of apple cider... She couldn't remember anything afterwards. Did he bring her home? A knock on the door interrupted her in her train of thoughts. She glanced at door, pursing her lips. " Come in." She muttered. Unsure if the person would hear her, she said it louder. Lana walked in, bowing in greeting. Serena murmured a reply, managing a small smile. Lana immediately set to work, opening the curtains and filling the wash basin with water. " I'm thirsty. Get me a glass of water." She said, her voice raspy. Lana im
" I don't think we can go on deceiving those couple anymore." Damien announced, staring at the wafting through the air. " If anything, they're the ones deceiving us." " What do you mean?" Scarlett asked. He glanced at her, his eyes dark and raging.. He took a long drag from the cigarette he held. Holding it for a few seconds, he let it out, watching the huge clouds of smoke. " Gerald may act unconcerned but I know he cares for her." He said. Scarlett snorted in disbelief. " How can you say that? Is it because of last night?" She asked. He'd recounted the awful tale to her and she couldn't help chuckling. " Especially because of last night." He deadpanned, his voice serious. He sighed, leaning back. " The look on his face when I held Serena wasn't the one of disinterest. He looked like he could strangle me to death for being close to her." And he almost did. The bruised skin on his neck and pain in his groin bore testament to it. The sour mood that
Gerald was on his way to Scarlett's residence. The investigation had produced more than he and expected, especially the fact that Scarlett and Murphy were once lovers. Something Scarlett had never told him. He wanted to confirm if it was true. His thoughts drifted to Serena and he stiffened. He hadn't meant what he said, especially not the way she took it. He'd tried to talk to her but she only screamed at him to go away. The guilt he felt worsened further when he heard the tears in her voice. He had left with a promise to come back and try to talk to her. He arrived at Scarlett's place just in time to see Damien leave. They were talking seriously about something and Scarlett paid no attention to her surroundings. He saw them share a kiss. The anger he'd tried so hard to control, came rearing it's ugly head. He managed to stay put until he had left. Once he disappeared in his carriage, Damien walked into the house. " I thought you left already, why are you back