All Chapters of Running Away To My Forgotten Heir : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Gina's POV:The night seemed endless.I stepped out of the train as it screeched to a sudden halt. The sound was deafening, disturbing both me and everyone else who might be trying to recognize me at the station.I readjusted my overcoat and the baseball cap I was wearing. The cloth was quite uncomfortable but perfect for a disguise—the best I could think of.I buried my head slightly, cramming my golden blonde hair into the baseball cap. I straightened the coat’s collar and summoned the courage to move forward.“No one would recognize me,” I whispered. For sure.My phone chimed and I brought it out. I stared at it and frowned; a slight headache flashed through my forehead.It was Father’s message, and I could guess it was another threatening message telling me to come back home right now.I refused to be intimidated and left the message unread.The sky kept getting darker, and a flash of lightning traveled fast over the resting earth. Rumbles of emerging rain echoed across the busy

Gina's POV:Gina’s POV:I ducked around a corner at the end of the street and paused.I hid behind the wall and peered at the store.I wanted to make sure he was gone before making my final run.He was about leaving the store owner, when I leaned against the wall swiftly. My hand shook a bit—I don’t really want to get caught again.Just freedom. I wanted just that.I peeped back and he was back at the car.He opened the driver’s door—he clearly does not know I had run.I looked carefully,not knowing what his next action would be. And probably after noticing I was not there, he immediately got out.He looked up and down the street, right and left—clearly tense. He walked back to the store owner and mumbled something I couldn’t hear but could guess the meaning of.He walked back to the car and checked again, now carefully—he probably thought I was hiding at the back seat like a fool.He walked to passersby, asking questions I couldn’t hear, he couldn’t get a clue or so it seemed—probab

Gina's POV:I stared blankly, my jaw dropped.“Uhm! I’m the master of the house.” he said lightly, like I needn’t to ask more.“How? And why am I supposed to be here when you are the master of the house.” Overly confused. I can’t even have a correct guess of ten percentage about what’s going on.“You are in danger.” He said folding his arms and turned to look at the long field beside the greenhouse. “Is saving you a crime or something?”He sounded really calm even when I’m loaded with unanswered questions. He made me even confused of where to start asking them.I stepped closer to him, mesmerizing the field view together beside him.“Just tell me.” I rested my back by the wall. “Who are you?”He smacked his lips and faced me. “Since you demand an answer.” he paused. “I’ll give you one.”“I’m Damon.” he dropped the name, floating in the warm air.Everything stiffened.“What?” I meant to exclaim inside, but it somehow found its way out of my throat.“Yeah. I’m Damon.”“So the rumors are

Gina’s POV:He stopped for a second at the drop of the sentence from my mouth. His gaze narrowed straightly into mine. As if searching for the truth."I'm for real here." I said and grabbed the pen with me. I rushed down the document and signed it. "You don't need to doubt me anymore."He still couldn't say anything. "I already signed it, Damon." I said and nudged him."You did." he said slowly like something had just broken in him. His voice shaking-like it's vibrating."Then what's the problem?" I started growing tense too. "You've wanted this all along.""I'm a bit shocked." He sat on the bench behind us. "Even though all odds suggested you'll do it, I still can't imagine you actually did."I was a bit confused. He sounded like he was my only hope just some hours ago, now he's talking like I'm his savior."Anyways." he chuckled slightly. "We should hurry the wedding." "Why?" "So Jax will know he is already losing to me." he clapped, smiled and stood up again."Let's go meet fat

Gina’s POV: We stepped out, and he closed the door behind us.In that moment, I felt like I breathed life back into my body. My lungs freed up after being tightened for so long.“I asked you to talk less, but you said literally nothing.” He walked forward toward the hallway.“Isn’t that better?” I said. “The results matter. It was really a win-win.”He nodded.“You’re kind of good at negotiations.” I tapped his arm, and he smiled.“Really? I’m still learning from him though. And I’m taking after him.” He didn’t look back.Evan was like that too—full of confidence and strategy.He impressed me at first sight. In college, I tried to hide my feelings. Luckily for me, he came to me himself.He said, “I think I like you,” in the middle of nowhere. We were just having normal talks with a group of students, and he said it where everyone could hear.Just like that.I was shy and embarrassed at first—like I was some girl a rich kid would ask out one day and forget tomorrow.But he proved me w