" 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
( Three days later) Yesterday was a terrible day for Damien. He had been found out by the people he owed money and they had requested for him to pay in full. Of course he had no money with him to complete such payment. Angry at him for running away and even more furious for not having their money, they had been hurt severally, his body bearing bruises. He didn't understand why they would lay their hands on him despite his title and he spent some time digging. He was able to find out something. Someone more powerful had tipped them about his whereabouts and told them to treat him like that in case he didn't have the money to pay up. Gerald, his mind whispered to him. He grinded his teeth in fury. He was the only one capable of doing something like this, he thought to himself as he lay on the ground, writhing in pain. It could only mean one thing, they had been found out. Normally, he should have felt fear for the impending danger it meant but none of i
( Two months later) Slowly, yet quickly, two months passed by. During that period, Gerald and Serena had enough time to drift apart. They never made up from their fights and as the days passed, Serena talked less. It was safe to say they were strangers in their own house. During that period, Gerald had worked with his lawyer, getting the final stages of the divorce ready. By the end of the month, Serena would be taking her things and leaving. It was he was he wanted, he thought to himself, trying not to feel guilt for self-sabotaging he inflicted into his own marriage. He had told Frederick about it and the latter had been shocked. " What do you mean, you're finally splitting up?" He had asked, staring at him with haughty. " It's just as I've told you Frederick," he muttered without a change in his demeanor. " We would be finally going our separate ways." " Even after everything? I thought you liked her Gerald!?" He'd asked. " Well
Later that day, Gerald came to see Serena. Hearing the knock on her door, she had opened the door to find him at the doorway, holding a bunch of papers in his hand. Her heart skipped a beat but she pushed the door wider to let him in. He walked inside the room and she closed the door behind her. She already knew why he was here so she didn't bother asking. Earlier this week, she had found out that he was making preparations for their divorce. He must be through with it already. All that would be left was for her to sign and pack her things and leave. The thought left a bitter feeling in her mind. She pushed it away. She gestured for him to seat, walking forward. " Would you like anything?" She asked but he shook his head. He dropped the pile of papers on the table, giving her a knowing look. Serena swallowed, sitting down. Gently, she picked up the papers, looking through it. They were indeed divorce papers. She let out a breath, reading through it. It's fi
( A month later) After weeks of waiting, the dreaded finally arrived. Serena sat in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection, her gaze unseeing. Although she had come to terms with her departure, it still felt unreal. She drew in a breath, standing up. Her things had already been packed, waiting for her downstairs. All that was left was her. Looking at the room, memories flooded her. The good, bad and completely ugly. She let out a sigh, her lips twitching. Placing the ring on the table, she took her gloves, wearing them before stepping out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her. Descending down the stairs, she saw the maids at the floor, all lined up and waiting for her. Once she got to them, they bowed, wishing her safe journeys. She thanked them for their good wishes. She stopped at Lana who had tears in her eyes. She was sniffing. " Don't cry..." She cooed softly, cleaning off the tears. " I don't deserve it." She whispered, smilin
Serena opened her eyes much later, feeling mildly disoriented. Her gaze blurry, she closed her eyes again, blinking rapidly. The damp, musty odor of the place she was in invaded her nose, causing her to cough. She tried to move but discovered her hands had been tied behind the chair. The fog in her eyes cleared as she blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of where she was. " You're awake." A voice she recognized to be Damien's called out to her and she looked around, trying to make him out in the room. She couldn't find him. " Damien, is that you?" She asked, glancing furtively around the room as she tried to break free from the grip. Memories of earlier filled her head and her heart began pounding. " It sure is, my lady." He replied, his voice relaxed but there was an strange undercurrent that sent shivers down her spine. " Wh-what's going on?! Why are you doing this?" She asked, keeping most of the panic she felt out of her voice. " Why I'm doing thi
Serena shifted uncomfortably on the seat where she was bound, trying so hard to keep her eyes open. She'd been here for three days, longer than she has expected and she was already tired. Her hands were aching and legs were stiff from unuse. She wouldn't be surprised if she found it terrible to walk after she was released. Damien hadn't done anything all this while and it had only maximized her fear. Fear of what would happen if he finally laid his hands on her. Already her mind was already tired of making a light of this situation. There was absolutely nothing normal about it. " Let me go...." She groaned for the hundredth time, pinning damien with a glare from a distance. " I'm not the one you have business with, why are you holding me hostage?" She asked, her voice scratchy. " It's quite simple darling, I need you to get to Gerald." He replied, easily, that stupid smile on his face. " And what makes you think he'll come for me?" She asked, glaring at him.