Since that day, I couldn't step out of the room, even when he left the house. Usually, I prefer staying out of the room when he is not home but that day, my restlessness kept me confined. I was going crazy.The situation I found myself in was overwhelming, pushing me to the brink. I realized I desperately needed help; the weight of it all threatened to drive me to the brink of madness.It's been more than two weeks since he kept the proposal of marriage in front of me and I haven't accepted it yet. My head is busy thinking about its consequences. He hasn't asked for it again because he wants me to accept it on my own without him forcing me to do so.I want my parents to meet Philip because this will not only give them immense happiness but also a ray of hope with which they can live their lives. My mother believes that Philip is still alive and she would be most happy to see him in front of her eyes. I longed to witness that moment, to see my parents' faces light up at the sight of the

**Trigger warning: self- Harm**"What's happening here?" The voice of Damien from behind froze us in our places. Daisy's back was facing Damien so he couldn't see her. His eyes, which were red with anger, were shooting deathly glares at me. He was looking so enraged that if looks could kill, I would be dead by now. My eyes flicked to Daisy; she slightly shook her head and her hands, which were resting on her stomach, joined a bit, begging me not to tell anything to Damien. Her whole body was shaking and there were small tears in her eyes. Now she was scared for the truth to come out because she was well aware of her brother's fury. "Please," she mouthed as Damien approached us, his steps heavy with anger."I am asking you something," Damien again asked when his patience became thin. His eyes sharply snapped at me as if I were the culprit here. "What are you doing here?" His shout reverberated in the room, and I remained silent, my mind racing as I tried to find the right words, co

Damien's POV"ANGEL!" A loud shout left my mouth when all of a sudden she collapsed on the ground. I was unable to stand her breakdown; every tear that slipped her eyes was like a dagger in my heart. I hoped to find a way to comfort her, but this was not something I wanted. Bending down, I lifted the upper half of her body onto my arms and gently slapped her face to bring her back into consciousness. "Angel," I called out, shaking her lightly, but she remained unresponsive. My voice was trembling with concern, but she remained unresponsive. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, her cheeks stained with dry tears, and her hair strands clinging to her face. My fingers brushed the strands aside and continued to shake her, only to receive the same heartbreaking response."Damien" My attention drifted to Daisy who was offering water. Taking the glass from her hand, I sprinkled a few droplets on her face and coaxed her to sip, but the water seemed to spill from her mouth, and s

Angelica's POVI woke up with throbbing pain in my head. My hands instinctively reached out for my head to press it."Angel"I heard a concerned soft voice from Damien, which forced my eyes open, and I got to see his blurry face in front of me.He can't stay away from me even in this state. Part of me wished I could have stayed unconscious."How are you feeling now?" He asked."I was fine before you brought me here," I retorted, looking away.My vision was still blurred, and I had to blink several times to try and bring things into focus. I felt drained and tired like my brain wasn't fully awake. My mind struggled to process anything clearly, whether it was the previous incidents or the way I reacted.Now it feels like I actually lost control and overreacted. It seems like some spirit has taken control over me and I was thrashing around without thinking properly. I even collapsed on his feet, which I am sure must have boosted his ego.Sighing heavily I sat up slowly. Damien moved forwa

As Philip began recounting the events to me, I listened intently, absorbing every word he spoke."I learned about Damien's father's profession as our bond grew stronger," he said, his gaze still directed at the wall in front of us."He was probably the first person with whom I became so close that it was practically impossible for me to break the friendship, especially when he didn't want to become the same as his father. It's different now, of course, as he's become no different from his father. But back then, he wanted to distance himself from his father's world. He always kept the desire to lead a simple life with his wife and children away from all these guns and blood. He witnessed his father torturing his mother and most probably his father was the reason of his mother's death so he didn't want to become like him because he used to love his mother a lot."He drew a deep breath."He was nice as a person so I thought that I could keep the friendship with him but I never liked his c