Lahat ng Kabanata ng Being His Wife: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

"Hello Amy." I said in a steady tone though my heart pounded so hard that I was sure if she was a bit closer she would definitely hear it. "Damien?" She whispered slowly like she could not believe it was me. I watched as she walked around the counter and stood in front of me. My height towered over hers so she basically had to look up at my face. My eyes trailed over her small frame. Her shoulder length bob hair, her skin had a nice tan to it so did her smooth face. I eyed her outfit in distaste, she was clad in a white button up shirt, black pants and an apron with the Cafe's name on it, while her feet had on some scrawny old flip flops that needed a change so badly. I pulled her close not able to take it any longer and she held me in the same pattern, bawling her eyes out on my t-shirt but I did not care. I held the tears in, trying to be a man. I could not break down in front of anyone. I rubbed on her sleek hair continuously while whispering the few comforting words I could mus

"Twin sister?" I found myself asking in disbelief. I set my bowl of blueberries down on the table and kept my hands akimbo while both of them watched me closely. "Are you cheating on me and trying to cover it up with a flimsy lie?" I questioned with a frown, staring straight at Damien who scowled at my statement. "Why would I lie to you about something so sensitive?" He sounded really annoyed and my firm resolve shook a little bit. "Where were you yesterday?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. "I went out." He gritted out. "Where exactly were you?" "Out." He stated nonchalantly. We had a stare down that lasted for I don't know how long before Amy butted in. "For goodness sake! Damien just tell her that you were with me." She groaned out, pinching on the bridge of her nose with a tired sigh and an eye roll. "Well if she wants to believe that I'm cheating on her, why not let her do it?!" He raged and marched into the house, stunning me to silence. I bashfully turned to the wom

Damien's POV;I swear she knocked the breath out of my lungs the moment I saw her in that two piece bikini. I just could not breathe.Ariana had never been so scantily dressed around me so my reaction is very much explanatory.Those voluptuous curves I had not gotten a chance to explore. From the luscious mounds of flesh on her chest down to her tiny waist to her wide hips and equally luscious derrière. Wow! And those thick thick thighs! Damn...Amy knew for sure that my eyes were stuck on her and wouldn't stop laughing about how stupefied I went at the sight of her and my not so little guy was responding as such, which was not helpful at all. If only this woman knew the things she was doing to me. If only...After my senses had returned a little bit, I dived into the water with her while Amy took pictures. She was in no mood for a swim and according to her, it was our honeymoon, she didn't want to get in the way. If only either of them knew I came to Bora Bora just because of my sist

Third Person's POV; The chilliness of the morning brought sinking feelings in the hearts of everyone in the Kingston villa. There was something inauspicious about the day but no one could place their finger on it. Damien was up in his master bedroom, seated on the bare floor, staring out into space, wondering how he would get himself together because he was in one of the most disheveled states he had ever seen himself in. Ariana was crouched on her bed doing the exact same thing her husband was doing in the room opposite her. Nursing the same sinking feeling in her heart just as everyone else. She looked a mess, so did he. Were they going to let their appearances depict how they felt on the inside? No, of course not. Like someone of great repute once said; 'On those days when you're not feeling on top of the world like usual, you just have to pretend. Don't let anyone see through you.' And that was what they did. From showers to makeup to dressing up, they were ready to conquer th

Third Person's POV; Stella had become a shadow of herself within the last few days. Everyone seemed to be getting on with their lives and delving into the Christmas spirit but she was excluded. She sat in her room all day and hardly ate anything. They were all worried and hoped she would come around soon. She was too shamefaced to meet Amy. What was she supposed to say to her long lost daughter after her husband almost killed her and in fact killed her father. She just couldn't face her. She stared at herself in the mirror and visibly cringed at how pale and unkempt she looked. Stella dragged herself up and found her way down the silent hallway and into the study. She sat still for few seconds before reaching out to the drawers on her table. Just like always, her intuition did not fail her. A part of her had always known that no matter how long it took, the truth would always be brought to light. And here it was staring her right in the face. It was more than what she thought it