Hope. It was my turn to shrug a shoulder and, needing to break eye contact, I leaned down to pick up a few pieces of the bread I’d inadvertently scattered. “Leave it. Alba will clean it up.” I shook my head, feeling tears building, refusing to let him see. “Leave it, Hope. When I’m talking to you, I expect your undivided attention.” I snorted, wiping my face, angry again. I faced him. “You expect so many things. Maybe what you need to do is check those expectations. You are less likely to be disappointed then.” His eyes narrowed, and his chest heaved as he took a deep breath in. “Am I irritating you, Damian? Because you know what’s irritating me? Your stuff drying on my skin,” I said through clenched teeth. I stood so fast, I knocked the chair over behind me. “You have told me your rules. Well, fine. I have just one of my own. Leave. Me. Alone!” I turned on my heel to march off. “Sit back down,” he hissed. “Now.” “Fuck. You. I’m going to take a shower.” I heard his chair scr
Hope. I woke up lazily taking in my surroundings; I was still in the couch. This is the third time this week I have woken up in the living room. I looked at my wrist watch, ten o’clock. Then it all started coming back to me the events of last night, I stayed up late waiting for ace to come home but just like the previous two days I fell asleep still waiting. I slowly got up and headed up the stairs to my room, I went straight to the window, and his car was not in the driveway I quickly picked up my phone from where I had thrown it last night out of disappointments, it was still empty no call or text from him. “Can you get the car ready?” I asked Marco as soon as I saw him. “You are not allowed to leave the premises ma’am, for your own safety of course.” He said politely with a smile. “I am going to see my husband Marco, am assuming something bad has happened to him that is why I haven’t heard or seen him in the past three days. So get the car ready Marco we are going to his office.
Six weeks later. Hope. I tried to open my eyes, but my head was heavy and my whole body was in pain. I looked around the walls were all clear white and it smelled like drugs. I looked around me and saw a nurse standing by my bed with a pen and pad on her hand. “Welcome back, we thought we were losing you.” the strange woman in a white apron said with a smile checking my vitals. “Where exactly am I? What happened?” I asked trying to sit up but the pain was unbearable I lay bck down. “You are in grace memorial hospital, the doctor is going to tell you everything” she said and as if on cue an older man in a white lab coat stepped forward. “Why am in a hospital and why can’t I feel my legs?” I asked them both getting confused. “You were in an accident Hope about a month ago.” The doctor stated, “Whaaat? a month?” I almost yelled completely in shock. “It was pretty bad, the driver died on the spot but you survived, barely.” The doctors said. But I couldn’t remember anything at a
Chapter 12. Damian. “How is she doing?” I finally asked the doctor s soon as he joined me in his office. “She is still the same, she doesn’t remember anything that happened and with the kind of trauma she underwent she might not remember for a while. Her brain shut down and in order for her to regain her memories she will have to relive everything she went through and that might send her back into shock mode so in her case it’s advisable she doesn’t know the full details of what happened to her at lest not right now.” “And when can I take her home?” “I don’t think it’s a good idea to have her discharged she is still unstable.” “I know doc, but being who I am, I have a lot of enemies and probably the people who took her are still after her, she is not safe in this hospital I need her back in the house where she is under heavy security, I can have a nurse come stay with her until she is out of the woods.” “That could, work and it could help with her being in a familiar environmen
Damian. “Her physical condition is satisfactory,” the doctor informed me. “However, it is her emotional state that concerns me.” I simmered impatiently as i waited for the physician to complete his report. I remembered the moment I had received the news about Hope being in the hospital. I was home watching TV when the news came in about the kidnapped wife of the billionaire. At first I thought I was seeing things. I had used all the resources at my disposal to try and find her. But nothing came up. I had driven straight to the hospital in my pajamas and demanded answers. I had walked onto the floor where Hope was being treated. The only statement that I had said was she is my wife and I was immediately shown to her room. I had ordered for her to be transferred to a more secure private room. With the news of her being found, any of my enemies could make the hospital the target. I had ordered a specialist to look at her and came to the hospital everyday, sometimes sleeping ther
Hope. I struggled underneath the layers of fog surrounding my head. I murmured a low protest when i opened my eyes. Awareness was not what i sought. The blanket of dark, of oblivion, was what I wanted. There was nothing for me in wakefulness. My life was one black hole of nothingness. My name was all that lingered in the confusing layers of my mind. Hope. I searched for more. Answers i needed to questions that swarmed me every time i wakened. My past lay like a great barren landscape before me. The answers dangled beyond me, taunting me and escaping before i could reach out and take hold. I turned my head on the thin pillow, fully intending to slip back into the void of sleep when a firm hand grasped mine. Fear scurried up my spine until i remembered that i was safe and in a hospital. Still,i yanked my hand away as my chest rose and fell with my quick breaths. “You must not go back to sleep, beautiful . Not yet.” The man’s voice slid across my skin, leaving warmth in its wake.
Damian I stood in the darkened room and watched as Hope slept. The strain of the frown i was wearing inserted a dull ache in my temples. Her chest rose and fell with her slight breaths, and even in sleep, tension furrowed her brow. I moved closer and touched my fingers to her forehead, smoothing them across the pale skin. She was as lovely as ever, even in her weakened state. Raven curls lay haphazardly against the pillow. I took one between my fingers and moved it from her forehead. It was longer now, no longer the shorter cap of curls that had flown about her head as she laughed or smiled. Her skin had lost its previous glow, but i knew restoring her health would bring it back. Her eyes had been dull, frightened, but I remembered well the brilliant blue sparkle, how enchanting she looked when she was happy. I cursed and moved away from the bed. It had all been a ruse. She hadn’t ever been happy. Truly happy. It seemed I had been incapable of making her so. All the time we were
Hope. Two days later, i sat nervously in a wheel chair, my fingers clutched tightly around the blanket the nurse had draped over my shoulders. Damian was standing behind me as the nurse gave him my aftercare instructions. I Really didn't want to leave, atleast not yet. The man claimed to be my husband but I had no memory of him. It didn’t help the fact that he made me nervous and self conscious. He would make any woman wearing hospital gowns feel small compared to his dolce pants. The man was built different with blue eyes and hair as shiny as a new toy. How he chose me to be his wife still puzzled me. I was nothing like him. I straightened my maternity top that one of the nurses had been so kind to provide. I was about four months pregnant. I had no idea how I felt about the pregnancy. The staff at the hospital had been so kind to me, and leaving them to go home with a stranger felt like still stepping into unknown land. But Damian had said I had no family, or at least that's wha