Leslie's P.O.V.
Yeah.
We got Married, it was a Simple and small event, We decided to skip the whole honeymoon part. Especially since the press is finding it hard to accept the fact that am the new Lady Romano. I guess they aren't wrong either. I mean I was once branded as a social climber and me marrying the CEO of Boyce industries just proves that fact . After the wedding and reception, we are currently going back home.
The limo pulls up in front of a massive elegant building.
“Wren't we going back to your penthouse” I ask curiously, climbing out of the limo to look up in wonder. The whole place has this feel of serenity which is quite rare for a busy place like new York. I stare at the long colonnaded frontage and the perfect symmetry of the rows of tall windows, the vast land with a tranquil garden. Seems like some kind of fancy estate.
“I decided that since we're no
Damien's P.O.V. DAMIEN STUDIED LESLIE at breakfast and almost smiled. She looks half-asleep Which is one of the crimes he's guilty of because he had kept her awake half the night. A tinge of guilt infiltrated him as he notice the shadows below her eyes, the faint slump of her small shoulders. He was a demanding bastard and he knew it but every time he looked at her, he got hungry with desire all over again. It has never been like this before. Usually after several encounters with his mistresses he would have cooled off and on the way to the exit, but inexplicably Leslie kept him coming back for more. I brushed aside the magazine which I had yet to open. “Leslie?’ I murmur. “I want to show you something.’’ She then blinked and set down her tea, rising slowly by dint of bracing her hands on the arms of the chair. I'm about to give her that tour of the palazzo as I had promised, whic
Leslie's P.O.V. It's pitch black and I am unsure of where I am. My body is stiff as if I have been lying in the same position for hours. I sit up and try to feel around as a wave of headache blast through me. The familiar satin comforter I had slept in the night before indicates that I'm currently back home. Well not back home , back at Damien's penthouse. But back at his parents mansion. "What did hell happened" I thought trying to recollect what had happened. "How did I get here?I murmur, sitting right up, confused, weak and disoriented. A sudden flash of light floods the room and I am momentarily blinded for a bit, disoriented. I raise my hands to shield my eyes, from the light letting them adjust to the sudden brightness. Once they've adapted. Glancing around I then notice the connecting door at the far end of the room, seems he really did move us in then. I spot Damien with
Damien P.O.V. Next day..... It hasn't even completed two week since my marriage with Leslie but the tabloids already has there media house publishing different articles on our relationship, each blog carries every rumor. Seems they were able to get some pictures on me and Leslie in the rain yesterday and now their scandalous topic for their column for today says: #ATTENTION SEEKER, “SOCIAL CLIMBER BRIDE FIGHTING IN RAIN? TROUBLE IN PARADISE ALREADY?” "What loads of crap.....”I thought angrily at the paper as I held it open above my desktop, then crumpled it briming with so much anger at the attacks of the media on Leslie. Trying to curb the murderous roar as I crumple and squeezed the paper giving my hands something productive to do. Sending the blasted papper down waste bin as I considered lighting up all the media houses taking their pound of flesh on Leslie.
Leslie's P.O.V. Okay! Have had enough! Remember the package, Vivian's been yapping about, well it was very well received. After getting home that day, I witnessed Damien hugging the strange georgous lady. When I asked who she was. He reacted so cold , distant and felt like a stranger. He left and zoomed off with her, mustering something about being back before dinner. The bitch even smiled at me waving her hands in a cherry manner and I just stood helplessly watching as he slipped right out the door with her. "There's no way I'm going to cry for this man". I whisper softly as I crash into my bed. "I will not"! "I Damn won't! "My eyes did say otherwise, as hot tears burn and tremble at the precarious edge of my eyelids. Please don't fall, please don't fall"I chant silently. I don’t want to let the
Leslie's P.O.V After the flight from NYC, I made it to Seattle with no harm. Thankfully, there were no paparazzi around as I left the airport. I was able to get myself a cab and hurried home . The gates were locked when I reached my destination. I press the buzzer, informing Celia that I've arrived. She promptly opens the gate by the controls letting the cab into the house. See Celia has always been a very close cousin and relative of mine, we played together, ate together , went to school together and we were romies with me, Morgan and her back in college. Although she's the first to tie the knot in our group moving to Seattle with her husband. She greets me outside with her husband, Gareth, as they both helped me with my luggage. Gareth pays the driver for me as Celia helps me into the house. Once inside, Gareth locks the door and rushes to me giving me a tight hug.
Leslie's P.O.V.It's the sixth month of my pregnancy and sitting uncomfortably on an airplane might not be one of the brightest move I've made. I hate the fact of being squished into a small seat. I even bought a first class ticket this time at the expense of my bank account which may or may not be throwing curses at me . Even with everything am still uneasy and uncomfortable it feels like there's not enough room for me no matter how I twist and turn.I informed my doctor about my flight back to New York and she advised me that after this journey I should not do it again untill the baby is born.As of my return back home no one knows yet, apart from Morgan. With the difficulty of moving around without not getting noticed annoyed the hell out of me I could feel prying eyes but I just ignored it.Outside the airport I try to hail a cab and making sure not to attract any attention from anyone.&nbs
Leslie's P.O.V.My head gives a resounding sound.Lifting my eyelids I wake up with a heavy feeling of In my head. I look around slowly trying to figure out where I am. I then realized that I'm currently back home, back at the mansion. Staring at the glass like wall to see it's already night time. I then vaguely wonder how long I've been out.Trying to sit up I spot Damien asleep in a couch beside the bed. Seeing him made me feel guilty for all the nasty things I did to him. It was wrong of me to have deprived him the chance to clear things up, instead of waiting I ran away. I made a huge mess of the situation, like I always do.” I thought as tears begins to slip from my eyelids slowly, weeping a bit loudly now as I could not hold back my emotion any longer.Damien wakes up looking around alarmed and then rushes to me taking me into his arms. just then the door slams open and a nurse rushed in, l
3 days before Leslie's arrival.Morgan's P.O.V.“Morgan meet Xavier, a good friend of mine”Damien says as he motions with his hand introducing me to a handsome hunk.With golden locks, his handsome bronzed face and body that shone like gold. Broad shoulders and perfect curvy full lips with his green eyes dancing with mischief with a smirk that screams “I Know you want me"!“Yeah yeah now that we're done with the introduction, what do you plan on doing with that bitch Vivian”I say, trying not to let my body reactions to this Xaiver guy take the reigns of my brain.“She organized a board meeting outside of the company with the shareholders. Which means a lot of things, I think she's going to try to threaten you with the company.” Xaiver says as he stretched those sexy leg of his.“You know I started “BOYCE CORPORATION&rdq