All Chapters of Winning Heaven's Heart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Heaven’s POV. “Did you see how ugly and thin she looked?” “She was always such a bitch. I always knew Damien would get bored of the poor slut.” The two young women laughed and gossiped, their voices echoing off the tiled walls, while I sat quietly on the toilet cubicle trying to fight off tears. While I knew the socialites never liked me, I’d never heard the mean things they said about me. They were too fake to say it to my face. I’m not a bitch. Or a slut. But I am stupid. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have let my blind love for Damien turn me into a joke. This was my first public appearance after my marriage, and it wasn’t hard to guess what everyone was thinking or apparently…saying. “Damien didn’t even bother to come with her.” “Even after three years, she couldn’t manage to get pregnant.” “I knew Damien would toss that poor bitch out once he got tired of her.” Three years ago, Damien and I were forced to h

Damien's POV I'd never felt such guilt in my life. As my wife lay unconscious on a hospital bed that I should have been on, the woman I'd paraded around for years called me. I couldn't answer. I stared at my phone as it rang up until it ended. Why was Lilian calling now? During the attack, I searched for her like a fool while she had run to save herself. But Heaven had stayed for me, even when I disregarded her well-being. She cared enough to sacrifice herself for me. I sighed deeply as my phone began to ring again before switching it off. A nurse rushed in a moment later. “Mr Wiles, there are…um, guests that are demanding to see you. I think you need to come out.” she said, her nerves obvious. Without a moment's thought, I knew it was my family. My grandma was probably furious by now. I took a glance at Heaven's sleeping face, looking so blissfully unaware, before I stood and left the room to deal with my family. As expected, my grandmother led

FIVE YEARS LATER... The morning breeze gently shook the peony curtains, the sun entering and resting on Heaven's flawless face. Her subtle tan was now pale from years of being indoors. She looked visibly healthy. Her long brunette hair framed her pretty face. Her eyelashes fluttered softly. She was finally waking up. *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.* Heaven's POV I slowly opened my eyes to a peach blossom ceiling. I stared at it for a minute, it was such a pretty color. I tried to move my body but gave up after the fourth try. I felt like a boulder– I couldn't move. Where…am I? I continued to examine the room I was lying in. It was beautiful: gorgeous layers and shades of pink and white. Prisoners aren't kept in nice jail cells. Does that mean I'm not being held against my will? Before I could rack my brain for answers, the door to the room opened and a middle-aged woman stepped in, a basket on her hip. She didn't look at me when she entered. In fact, it was like she

Damien's POV I stood by the side watching with my arms folded as Dr Denver examined Heaven. The nurses he'd brought along already began to disconnect the machines that Heaven had been attached to for support. “Well, from what I can tell, Mrs Wiles is doing considerably well. Aside from her amnesia and impaired speech, she is in perfect condition. I'm sure both of them will improve over time.” Dr Denver observed. “Her medications should still be taken, and we'll send a physical therapist so she can begin to work on regaining her strength.” He gestured to a nurse to bring the wheelchair he'd brought along. While he explained how to transfer Heaven to the chair, a knock sounded at the door. “Mr Wiles, um… your grandmother and parents just arrived. They're insisting on seeing you,” Mariam called. I fought the urge to sigh. I don't know how this woman always seems to know what's happening. It hasn't even been a day since Heaven's woken up and she's already here. “I'll speak

Damien's POV I could feel the soft breeze from the open window. In fear of her catching a cold, I lifted the blanket over Heaven and brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear while she slept peacefully. After our…encounter, she'd passed out. And while I did feel bad for overexerting her body, it pleased me immensely that she'd enjoyed what we did. I don't even know where the courage to do that came from. For years, I could only fantasize about my wife, wanting her in silence. For almost six years, I've remained celibate, waiting for my Heaven. And now, finally, she's mine. My guilt can continue to fester, but it won't change anything. My mind has been made up and I will never let Heaven leave me. Even if it means never telling her the truth of what happened to us in the past. ‘I can't.’ Staring at her beautiful face, I placed a chaste kiss on her cheek and leaned in to inhale her lavender scent. She smells delicious. My cock stirred awake at her scent and I bit back m