“Daemon?!” she asked and stopped in her tracks.She’s feeling too happy and confused at the same time. Happy because her husband is alive. He survived his injuries miraculously. Confused because what is he even doing here?Devon ran towards him and hugged him tightly while sobbing in his arms. He felt his hand on her head caressing it gently like he always does to comfort her. And then he gently pulled away her hands from his waist that were tightly clasping around him never wanting to let go. “Thank you for holding up. Now leave the rest to me, Devon. You go live your life without me in it.”Slowly, she looked up at him with an open mouth, her tears stopped from streaming down her blood-soaked face. She stood there as the meaning of his words finally registered in her head. “No! I won’t leave you. I am the one who killed that monster. No one should suffer but me. It’s my greatest revenge against him! Why are you even doing this? You are severely wounded. You are supposed to be rest
She found herself going back into their mansion where the wake of her father is being held. On the entrance, her mother could not hold her anger and attacked her and slapped her hard on both of her cheeks.She accepted the two slaps but not the third one. Those two were enough. Hitting her on the third time would already be a disrespect for her, Emily, and her baby.“How dare you come here in your father’s wake after you killed your own father?!” she shouted helplessly at her face while the forlorn guests looked on waiting for the drama to unfold.Devon looked at the whole place and sighed. "His other sons aren't here. Does it mean they also killed him?""How dare you!" She tried slapping her again but she dodged it. "If I know that this will happen then I shouldn't have told you the truth! I should have kept it all inside me! I regretted telling you about your daughter's death."Devon can only nod in pain. "See, this is why we'll never mend our broken relationship. I can understand t
One year after,“I’ve come to visit you, dad, finally.”She placed a basket of flowers into the grave of Gestoni Farrows and gazed at his name.It’s been months since he was buried but it’s the first time she visited him. She already came from Emily’s grave earlier. Coming into her resting place every day has been her routine. “I am not like you, dad. I was not corrupted by power. I am still here wanting to leave this all behind.” Sitting on the ground, she looked at the clear blue sky above her. “Are you feeling good there? What is it like being finally at peace? That’s unfair when you left us all here in chaos.”For her, forgiveness is still far-fetched. The pain is still fresh and she thought she would never have gotten over the death of her daughter.But life goes on especially for the people whom she should be strong for. She already accepted in her heart and mind that being a Farrows is just a part of her past. Until now, she has not talked with her mother. She knows that it
"You are going to marry Joffrey next month, Devon. The families have already talked and planned the wedding months ago. Why the sudden disagreement, dear? You said yes a week ago."Devon just looked sadly at her snow-paled mother from her pink bed and shook her head in defiance. She agreed then because her father forced and threatened her that he would kill her best friend but now that Ariane is dead, there's no enough reason for her to blindly follow them."Mom, you exactly know why. I had no choice. Dad squeezed the hell out of me. He would kill Ariane!"Melena sighed and sat next to her and stroked her long black hair which Devon got from her side. "Marriage is not so much a bad thing, daughter. I married your father when I was 23, the same age as you now. Joffrey is a lovely man for you and he likes you during the family gathering. I saw the spark in his eyes. He will take care of you."She can't help but feel her bones tingling in disgust upon remembering the lust she read in h
Daemon Druft in his early thirties in his signature shoulder length hair and arm sleeve tattoo looks as gruff and as ruthless as ever. Devon first saw him on a convention for the arts when her college buddy asked her to accompany him. He's with Maddy then while picking up an impressionistic painting in the gallery. She spent her whole time staring at the man who stood the tallest among the people there. In awe of his majestic hold of himself, of the power she knows he is proud of controlling.That's when she realized about the reason of her father's obsession for power and that's when an idea began to take a seed inside her."Are you sure you are a Farrows?" asked the man while still looking at her ring."I am. If you are still doubting then why don't you call Daemon for him to see me himself. He knows who I am," she said with her head high.But the truth is, she's just lying. There's no way Daemon will recognize her. He didn't ever had the chance to meet her even in the banquet held
She went home running afterwards. How could that man say things like that as if it's that easy for her to be the mother of his child? How would a 23-year old like her be matured enough to carry a child born out of just a deal with Daemon?She sneaked past the guards and went straight to her bed. That night, she tried hard to think about another plan but nothing ever materialized.The days turned like some fast-forward movie for her life. As the weeks end, her fear of being married to her most hated man intensifies. On the night of a party his father organized for the announcement of the engagement, she felt like choking to death. She can't breathe through his white dress. She felt like exploding. She just wanted to disappear at the moment."Devon, tonight will be the night that your father and I will be so happy. Our only daughter will finally be married to a fine gentleman." Her mother hugged her and looked at her father who is just as stoic as ever. Devon stared at her father, plea
She must have been the unluckiest girl in the world as she waited in the car outside the church. Wearing a vintage wedding dress that her mother worn on her own wedding with her father, she kept on wiping the tears from her face."Devon, stop crying! It's your day today! It's your wedding day. They will wonder what's gotten into you," her mother exclaimed and tried to wipe her tears with her tissue but she moved away from her."This is just the start of my suffering, mom. I wanted to stop this but you won't let me so please know you did it to your own daughter.""You really are sometimes a pain in my head. I wanted to have a daughter but look what I had! Someone who can't understand. You cannot even make a small sacrifice for the family who raised you."Melena went out of the car and asked for the make-up artist to retouch Devon's make-up.She continued crying so her mother decided to extend the ceremony to calm her down. Another make-up artist went up to her."Just don't bother, plea
They reached the altar and Melena and Gestoni to hand her down to Joffrey. But before he could get his hands on her, a loud crash from the ceiling made all the guests screamed in panic. Bullets started raining and some men in black entered the church. People were running towards the doors. The Farrows family soldiers pulled out their guns and exchanged fire. Devon swallowed hard, a tinge of hope swelled in her. This is it. It's her chance.With all the force in her, she bit Joffrey's hand and ran towards the side of the church as what Ariane had told her."Devon! Get Devon!" Joffrey ordered.She began crying again when men began running towards her. Her high heeled shows are slowing her down as well as her heavy wedding dress. "No... No! No!" she shouted when she reached a dead end while the guards are now closing on her."Devon! Here!"She turned to her side and saw Ariane opening a gate for her. Devon wriggled her feet to throw away her shoes and run towards her friend."I thought