Damien 41.I knew she was gone as soon as I saw Jackson's concerned face. That son of a bitch must have threatened her not to call anyone. I had done a background check on Isabella's mother when I had followed her to the old home.Dementia and Alzheimers. Brutal."Get the car," I told him and stood up unrolling my sleeves and buttoned the cuffs.I reached for my coat that I hung on the wooden stand. I headed for the door after Jackson. We had not even gotten to lift before Natasha sauntered out of it With a determined look etched on her face. Not today."We need to talk," She firmly said roughly pushing Jackson out of her way before standing in front of me.I side stepped her and kept on heading for the elevator. I heard her scoff."Wow, this bitch has really got you by the balls," She said."You are just upset because you no longer have access to them," I curtly replied as I entered the elevator."That was cold," Jackson said as the elevator descended to the ground floor."She asked

Damien 43.The meeting was a blur and Jackson handled most of it. I was absent minded throughout the whole thing because I was apprehensive and mad about the fact that he was back.I had no intention of meeting him and even if I did, it was to kick his ass. I was doing him a favor by refusing to see him."We are afraid that your childish behavior will cost this company a fortune if you do not dial it down, Mr. Damien," one of the faceless board members admonished me.I looked at him. "Care to elaborate on this childish behavior I exhibit that bothers you so much," I inquired."Well, the press has been having a field day with...""I am asking you for what I have done that bothers you, not what the press thinks, all that is just noise," I cut him off coldly."A noise that reflects badly on our image," He countered."And what exactly is wrong with our image? Last week I personally had to fire a pedophile but did the press get to know about that?" I demanded."How did we hire one in the f

Isabella 45.I had to switch off my iPhone because I got tired of declining calls. It amazed me and scared me at the same time the way people were ready to go through anything just to know who one was.I had a good idea of who made my contact public but I did not even want to think about that for now. My head was already spinning from all the things happening in my life right now.I decided to follow Damien's advice and take it easy today. I had slept in bed almost all morning thinking about how my life took a turn and got me here into the bed of a wealthy magnate.It felt so surreal. “How exactly did I get here?” I asked myself.My emotions were in disarray about Damien Moretti. One moment he was all that mattered to me and the next, he was the most annoying human ever. His hot and cold personality appalled me in a pleasurable way.I knew it was somewhat insane to think like this but I could not help it. It was as if I had become addicted to him and his entir

Isabella 47.I stared unbelievably at the picture for almost an hour before I realized that Damien had a lot of explaining to do. I had no idea when this picture was taken exactly but I remembered the day so well.The playground where mother used to take me before we moved. I was hit with an unwanted wave of nostalgia as I remembered. This simply means that Damien knew me from childhood. What I did not understand was why he was hiding it.I began to recall all the little things he casually knew about me even when we had first met. He seemed like a familiar stranger when he came up to me and we had clicked immediately. Two things were on my mind. Should I confront him about it or should I play along?I was deeply hurt that he kept this from me and It made realize just what a lie this whole marriage thing was. I guess there is no truth if everything is not real. I put the picture back in its place and headed back to the living room.All of a sudden, I did not fe

Damien 49."I know that you are fighting the urge to put your hands on me. I would not blame you if you did," Vito "Sicario" Moretti said to me as the elevator descended to the company ground floor. He sounded very calm saying things like thisHis voice was aggravating. His whole existence right now made me rage inwardly but I kept my calm."Cut the bullshit," I said coldly as I glared at the numbers that indicated what floor we were. His mere breathing sounds beside me made me want to erase his existence immediately. The buzzing sound of the elevator was annoying enough."That bad, huh?" He asked with a shrug."You wanted it this way, Old man," I retorted with a shrug.His eyes revealed the anger he had been trying to hide."I never meant for any of these things to happen, I always wanted the best for you and you know that," He said. They always said that, even in the movies."You want a medal?" I asked him.He simply scoffed at me.Vito, my father, left me when I was seven through n