Mag-log inJeanetDamien has been calling multiple people to find out where Linda is. I'm pacing back and forth in the penthouse as I wait. We spend almost the entire night in silence, and another part is where Damien is taking phone calls and calling more people. "Linda is at another hotel," he finally says."Okay," I sigh with relief. "I'm glad she's safe.""I'm worried about her," he admits."Me too.""She's hurting," he exhales. "I don't know what to do. She didn't even use her credit card that I pay for to avenge herself.""How is she going to get home?" "She has her savings, or she could use her other credit card. I don't want to call her to ask. She already accused me of being controlling," he grimaces. With his level of vulnerability, I almost want to hug him. "I want to give her the space she needs," he sighs. "She doesn't deserve this," I blink back tears. "I know.""What kind of monsters are we?" I lie on the mat and face the ceiling. "You are not a monster. I am. How was I not
Jeanet "What does the text even say?" I pretend not to be interested. "They mentioned something about you keeping a secret from me.""Which one are you talking about?" I blurt out. Did Rachel tell her already? But it's too soon, I thought she had to blackmail me for some time before telling Linda what's going on."Do you have secrets?" she gasps. "No," I vigorously shake my head. "It's just that this story makes a little more sense. It fits part of a puzzle that has been filling me with questions for years. Are you sure you are not keeping any secrets from me?" She raises her brows. "Don't you dare play that game, Linda," I say defensively. "You had a closet full of secrets, and you never told me a thing.""So, now you want to turn this around?" She chuckles. "I told you I was keeping secrets for your protection. Why are you keeping secrets from me?" "For your protection too, to protect your feelings?" I half-ask."Wow, I can't believe you." She wipes tears with the back of her
Jeanet I study his face for some smirk or a twitch of the lips that confirms that he's joking or mocking me, but there's none. "You?" I raise a brow. "Damien Rugiero thinks that he might have some feelings for me?" I laugh but he doesn't laugh with me. "I don't just think," he sighs. "I know, and it's not just some feelings. It's real feelings.""Are you sure? Are you not drunk?" He glares at me. "You know that I don't drink.""But it's impossible." I get up and take a few steps back. "Why do you think so?" He gets up too and walks towards me, but he still keeps some distance between us. "I don't know." I shake my head. "It's just impossible. I think you can't think straight because we are surrounded by nature and you are confused a little. Maybe this is a romantic place, and it makes you think only of romance."His jaw tightens. "I understand you not wanting me. But, for you to try to invalidate the feelings that I have for you, that's..." He shakes his head. "What am I suppos
JeanetIt's the 26th, and Damien is not in the house. So, it's just me, Linda, and the bodyguards. They are usually just somewhere we can't see them, but we were promised that they would always show up when needed. The mysterious person who has been sending texts asked for a meeting, and I don't know if I should sneak out or take at least two bodyguards and the driver. If I sneak out and get kidnapped like last time, it might cost Damien. I still have no idea what he did for me to get released when I got kidnapped the first time. Perhaps I should've told him about the texts because he knows about the money. After all, he's the one who gave it to me. When I call the number that Damien gave me, the three bodyguards appear in the kitchen within seconds. I take two bodyguards with me, and the driver takes me to meet this mysterious person at a restaurant. The moment I see her, I shake my head in disbelief. I tell the bodyguards that it's okay for them to wait for me outside, unless I
Jeanet "What about him?" I ask defensively. "Nothing. He's actually a good guy. There are so many people who have a crush on him, but he doesn’t have an ego.""Would you approve if I went out with him?" I beam. "You don't need my approval. You should do what you want.""Someone is growing."He shoots me a dirty look. Someone knocks on the window of his car, and he opens the door. "No, you don't have to get out of the car. I came to say hello.""How are you, Father?" He shakes the priest's hand. "I'm glad that you came to church, and who's the lady? Is she the future Mrs...""No!" we say at the same time. "I apologize," he says sheepishly. "I shouldn't have assumed.""It's okay, Father," Damien smiles. "This is Jeanet. She's a friend of the family.""Nice to meet you, Jeanet," he smiles at me. "Nice to meet you too, Father." I smile back. We sit in awkward silence after he has left. "You spend most nights out," I say to fill the silence. "It's December. People go out all the
JeanetLinda and I bought a Christmas tree. We are having a lazy morning on the 20th as we hang the ornaments. "I think we are getting old," I say to Linda."I know," she sighs. "Are we not supposed to be partying somewhere like we used to?" "Maybe we are already old."She gasps audibly. "Don't say that, we are just babies." She purses her lips. "We are almost thirty. Damien was married, and he had already accomplished so much at our age.""Damien had no choice," she snorts. "He had to work hard, but we have him. Why should we work hard when he already did?""Well, you have him," I point out. "I don't have anyone."She glares at me. "I thought you have me, and Uncle Damien promised me that he got your back.""He did?" "Yes," she nods. "From now on, let's do things at our own pace. Even if Uncle Damien wasn't around, we would be sharing a cheap apartment somewhere and trying to make it one day at a time, but we would still get where we want.""Awww! That's wise.""Thank you," she b




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