Céline was stunned. She sat there with her glass in mid air gawking at Damien. She couldn't believe her own ears. Her legs shook with surprise and happiness, all at once. Was this really happening? Was Damien really proposing? She couldn't bring her brain to accept what her ears were telling her. Her heart was not even helping the situation, for it kept hammering in her chest, causing butterflies to erupt and flutter everywhere, leaving warm kisses everywhere they touched. She didn't know what to do. Should she scream a fat yes, or should she remain quiet? Should she run and hug him with a fast nod or should she keep gawking at him from a distance? Her breathing started coming in gasps as she kept looking at

They got to Charles' house, the Gomez Place and they all alighted from the limousine. There were no paparazzi lurking behind nor around them, so it was safe to leave the vehicle.  Out of all Damien's friends, Charles had the lowest profile. He preferred to live a low-key life with his wife away from the radar of story-crazy reporters and journalists. Charles' house was like a palace. The white structure sat on a very large expanse of land. Despite the dim lights of the night, the beauty of the place could already be perceived. It was like an exotic resort right in the middle of the city. Damien was grateful to Charles for offering his penthouse to him and Céline. His hold on her hand tightened as they walked through the large front doors of the big house. If he h

"Have you seen the way you look at her? Bro, I am telling you, it's over. Your nights of chasing women up to the sheets of the Fuck Hotel is over," Lucas said with a grin, Damien only shook his head. Ever since Damien informed him about his upcoming marriage, Lucas did not let him breath fresh air without teasing him about Céline. "You know, Céline wasn't the only one shocked that night...even I didn't believe it! You are getting married! Who would have thought!" "You are one lucky bastard bro! That woman is a total package, damn!" Lucas whistled dramatically; earning a warning glare from Damien. "That's my future wife you are talking about, mind your words!" 

Céline was in utmost joy. She could finally see the big bright silver lining at the end of her tunnel of problems. She will soon have no reason to feel the guilt if she ever saw the news about the crimes John, her ex-boyfriend committed because he wouldn't be doing them anymore.  He had become so focused on finding her parents' killers, he hadn't been involved in any murder lately. Pregnant women were starting to roam the streets again. Céline's conscience was getting cleaner with every passing day. Only the need to avenge her parents remained. That too, made her happy because she could feel her hands on the money already; and that meant she would be dealing with them as soon as John found them. She heaved a sigh as she dropped her pencil on her table. She

That night, Damien couldn't sleep. His thoughts inundated his mind and sleep drowned out of his system. All he knew was pain, heartbreak, frustration and even more pain. How could a woman play such a game on him? What even hurt him more, was the fact that he so stupidly fell for it. He allowed her roll and tangle him on her little finger. He loved her unconditionally. He gave her all his heart without leaving a muscle out. He opened himself up completely to her, making a total fool of himself because she never loved him. She only loved his money. "Fuck it!" He screamed, jumping off of his bed for the nth time that night.