All Chapters of His Christmas Present : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Aria's POVI woke up slowly, my head pounding like someone was hitting it with a hammer.Everything was dark, my body felt heavy, and my arms wouldn’t move. When I tried to open my eyes, they burned. I blinked several times before the room finally came into focus.I was lying on the cold floor, the smell hit me first. Rust, and wood. I lifted my head slightly and looked around, It was a warehouse.Huge, old boxes were stacked against the walls. Broken chairs, metal chains hanging from the ceiling. Men stood everywhere, big men, scary men. Some leaned against the walls with their arms crossed, some sat on crates, some held sticks.My breath caught in my throat when I saw her.Helena.She was sitting at the far end of the warehouse on a large chair placed on a wooden platform. It looked like a throne meant for a leader. Someone had even placed a small table beside her with a glass of wine on it, and she was dressed beautifully. Calm, and wearing a broad smile.My heart dropped.“So,” sh

Aria’s POVAfter a few minutes, the door opened again.Damon and I looked up instantly to see Shawn and Daniel walked back in, their expressions were cautious, like they were stepping into a room full of broken glass.For a second, no one spoke.My chest still hurt from everything Aunt Mira had said, from the message, from the fear in her eyes.Shawn glanced at my face and frowned. “You okay?”I nodded even though I wasn’t.Damon watched me too closely. He always did that, like he was afraid I would disappear if he blinked.“I want to leave,” I said suddenly.“What?” Damon said.“I want to go home,” I repeated. “I’m fine now.”Daniel let out a low scoff. “No, you’re not.”“I am,” I insisted. “They’ve treated me already, so I don’t need to be here.”Damon stood up so fast his chair scraped loudly against the floor. “Aria, no.”“Yes,” I said, pushing myself slowly into a sitting position. My body protested immediately, as pain shot across my back and ribs, but I ignored it.“You were un

Aria’s POVThe doctor said I could go home that afternoon.Those words should have made me happy, but instead they filled me with a strange mix of relief and fear.Relief because hospitals made me uneasy, with their white walls and sharp smells and constant beeping sounds.Fear because the moment I left this place, I would no longer be surrounded by nurses, doctors, and security.I would be alone again. Well… not exactly alone.Damon was sitting beside my bed when the doctor left, his arms folded, his eyes fixed on the door.“You’re frowning,” I said softly.“I don’t like this,” he replied. “You should stay one more day.”“I’m fine,” I insisted. “Look at me, I’m sitting, talking, breathing.”He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “That doesn’t mean you’re ready.”Before I could argue, the door opened and Aunt Mira walked in.The moment I saw her, my chest tightened.She looked tired.Not the normal tiredness that came from working too much or not sleeping well, this was a deeper kin

Aria’s POVI did not sleep well that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the picture again.The girl who looked like me.When morning came, I was already awake, staring at the ceiling, waiting to hear Damon moving around the house. My back still hurts, but my chest hurts more. Questions kept piling up in my head, heavy and restless.Who was she? Why did she look like me?And why did Damon keep her picture hidden in his room?The door opened softly.Damon walked in with a small tray in his hands.“Good morning,” he said gently.“Morning,” I replied, forcing a smile.He placed the tray on the bedside table. “Soup and tea. The doctor said warm food will help.”“Thank you.”He helped me sit up and adjusted the pillow behind my back.“Did you sleep?” he asked.“A little.”He studied my face carefully. “You look tired.”“I’m fine,” I said, then hesitated. “Damon… can we talk?”He froze slightly. “Of course.”I reached into my bag slowly and pulled out the photo.The moment his eyes fe

Aria's POVThe room was quieter after he'd slept. Damon. My love. I laid on my side, watching him sleep and snore slightly in his sleep. It felt great watching him right now, after he'd watched me all day.He stirred, faced me squarely and threw his hand over my waist, murmuring something. A smile graced my lips. “What are you saying?” I asked, but there was no response.A few seconds later, a sigh slipped off my slightly parted lips and I was facing the glittering chandelier in the middle of the room. It was quiet again. Damon was back asleep and he was no longer snoring after he changed his sleeping positions.Softly, I picked his arm off my waist and dropped it slowly beside him. Then I kicked down the duvet, exposing my naked body, before I tiptoed down the room slowly.“Liana??” He muttered from his sleep again.I froze mid journey, faced him and blinked. “Why did he take her name? Was he dreaming about his sister?” I bit my bottom lip as my eyes softened. “Poor Damon must miss