All Chapters of WOUNDS OF DECEIT: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ELENA’S POVI bit the insides of my mouth to swallow the laugh that threatened to escape. Served her right to waltz in here with her boobs all up in her face, thinking she can seduce Damien. It was very funny to watch her flare up and turn red like she ate a bunch of jalapeno peppers while she walked out in shame with her tail between her legs. Not before glaring daggers at me as she was leaving, as if to say This is not over.Not even sparing her a second glance, I sat back down and opened the folder, running through the job description. I frowned in confusion, not understanding why the job description was looking so mediocre even for my status.“Grab your coffee? What am I, your live-in maid?” I scoffed, slamming the file on his desk angrily, and got to my feet. He didn’t look startled one bit as his gaze didn’t leave his work. “And what is this, taking all the notes in all your meetings? Following you on business trips?”“That’s the job description you’ve been dying to find out abo

ELENA’S POVThose shivers stayed on for longer than I expected. The longer I sat in his office, watching him work before he decided he was done for the day and it was time for us to return home, the more the butterflies in my belly remained unsettled. They kept squirming and moving about restlessly while we sat in the car, and I had to look away the whole time so as not to embarrass myself. As soon as the elevator from the basement car park reached his house, I didn’t wait for anything and sprinted straight towards the front door. I didn’t care if he was calling for me, and I didn’t wait to hear. All I could think of was getting very far away from this man and not looking back. Not until I’m in the comfort of my room. I don’t think my heart can handle being around him. As I shut the door of my room behind me, only then did the tension I felt around him all day ease off. I dropped to the floor, perplexed. What is going on? Why am I feeling this way, all because of one word? Good g

ELENA’S POV I turned from him, my food lay cold and forgotten as I made to leave the room, when I stopped abruptly.“Here’s what will happen. I’ll be the best trophy wife out there. I will not work more than I have to. I will not go to work tomorrow, and when I do resume office, I will not be filing paperwork for you. I’d rather sit with Hilda instead. I will look good for the camera, and you will not, till our contract is through, until I allow it, so much as move an inch near me. Am I clear?” I didn’t want for him to respond but I left him. I sighed when I returned upstairs to my room. I didn’t realize that with Damien Vance, things could escalate from a zero to a hundred real quick. But it was possible and it happened. And now that what went down had happened, I could relax. And almost immediately, all the nerves I had not realized I had, with all the adrenaline rushing through my veins, all came rushing in full force. I collapsed on my bed. I couldn’t believe I had the streng

DAMIEN’S POVI drove like a madman, around the New York traffic towards the location her phone pinged on my screen. It was late and I wondered why when I returned she wasn’t home, and till now, she was yet to return. The red dot that indicated her location was moving fast and I worried that she might be in grave danger. Or worse, she’d run away. No, she wouldn’t do that. Do you trust her that much? Did I? I thought as I drove to her. “Alfred,” I called when I returned from work to find her bedroom empty and the whole house devoid of her voice. He appeared before me almost immediately. “Where is Elena?” I asked, confusion creasing my features. He looked equally as flustered as I was confused. “Uhh,” he began to stutter. “She had said she wanted to go shopping when I informed her of the black card you’d left her, she asked for a ride and I let her have the key to one of your cars, Mr Vance.” “What time did she leave?” I asked. “She left at around 3 pm,” he affirmed and I frowned

ELENA’S POVI blinked, confused. What was he saying? What was he implying with his words? What the hell am I hearing as soon as I wake up? He was staring deep into my eyes, even as he said those words. It must have been my imagination, but I could see the raw emotions expressly written in the hazel glow of his eyes as the rays of the sun rested on them. It was safe to say, in spite of my fear, I was drawn in, shaken to my core. But was I hallucinating? Imagining this feeling? My chest tightened, and each breath burn into my lungs. What was this feeling, if I could say I was imagining it all. I blinked again, still in a maze from his words, like I could blink away the many emotions running through me. I could feel it now, the longer we sat silently, staring at each other. A wave of tension brushed against my skin, evoking a prickling sensation that ran down my spine. The silence, I could say, was thick and heavy, the type that didn’t need words to say everything it needed to. I shi