Leslie's P.O.V.   6 weeks later.....   It's been six weeks since Damien's proposal, six weeks since his offer. Six weeks since I've seen him. After his proposal he then travelled to visit his parents saying he had unfinished business he had to take care of. A part of me wondered why he had to stay away for so long just to take care of family business but then I decided not to overthink things and just focus on myself. We didn't speak much but he made sure he called at least once in while to check on me. Today is the first time I'll be going to get a proper check up from the doctor and Damien made it back just in time for the baby's appointment. We've agreed that the wedding will take place in a week and it's going to be short and simple with a few family and friends with trusted reporters to publish the right article without attracting the paparazzi.   At two p.m. on the dot, I change into white strap top and skinny jean

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

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   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. 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