All Chapters of Once A Doormat, Now A Famous Billionaire Heiress: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

B I A N C AAn hour later, a familiar sleek black car pulled up in front of the cafe. The driver opened the door for me, and I slid into the back seat.Damian was already there, waiting for me. He looked… different. His mood was… off. He was quiet, withdrawn. And he had that look in his eyes. The one I'd seen a few times before. The one that told me he was in hunter mode."Are you excited?" he asked, a tight smile playing on his lips."Depends on what it is," I said, trying to read him. "You seem... tense.""It's nothing," he said, waving a dismissive hand. "Just some business I had to take care of. Nothing for you to worry about."He said the words, but I didn't believe him. There was something he wasn't telling me. Something important."Where are we going?" I asked, changing the subject."You'll see," he said, leaning his head back against the seat and closing his eyes.I decided not to press him. I knew from experience that when Damian got like this, it was best to let him be. He w

B I A N C AThe new house was filled with new properties, that there was literally no need to go back to our home to get anything. I didn't want to go back there either. That house held too many memories. Memories I wasn't ready to face.The days turned into a week.We woke up together, had breakfast together, and then went to work. Damian would drop me off at Salvatore Corp, and he would go to his own office. We would meet for lunch, and he would pick me up at the end of the day.We would come home, cook dinner together, and then make love until we were both exhausted.It was perfect. Too perfect.I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. For the bubble to burst. For Lucas to reappear and shatter this happiness we had built.But he didn't. There was nothing. No more anonymous pop ups and no more unnecessary threats. And it was driving me crazy."You're still thinking about him," Damian said, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist as I stared out at the ocean. "I c

B I A N C AAnger blurred my vision as I drove home, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles were white. The folder was on the passenger seat, silently mocking me. I wanted to burn it. To shred it into a million pieces and scatter the ashes into the wind.But I couldn't.A sick and twisted part of me needed to look at it again. Needed to torture myself with the images of Damian's face, contorted in what looked like genuine affection for another woman.I wanted to mock myself for ever thinking I could be happy. For ever thinking that I, of all people, could be deserving of a love story. It was just like Chloe had said. I was catching feelings for a man I was supposed to hate. And now, it seemed, I had been right to be so cautious.I had let my guard down. I had let him in. And he had betrayed me. In the worst way a woman could be betrayed.Was this his version of a real marriage? To be married to two women at the same time? One for public consumption and one for private ple

D A M I A N I arrived at Marco’s apartment at eleven pm.I looked like a mess. I had spent most of the night driving around the city, trying to clear my head. But all I could see was her face. The pain in her eyes. The anger. The betrayal.I had really messed things up."You cheated on her, didn’t you?" Marco said the moment he opened the door. "You have that look. I fucking told you I would kill you if you ever hurt my baby cousin.""I didn't cheat on her," I said, pushing past him and walking into the living room. I collapsed onto the couch, rubbing my face. I looked up at him, and he saw the exhaustion in my eyes."I was already married, when I married her."For the first time since I had known him, Marco was speechless. He just stood there, staring at me. His mouth open, and his eyes wide."Say something," I said, my voice hoarse."What the hell, Damian?" he finally managed to say. "What the hell were you thinking? Are you insane? What is wrong with you? How could you do that to

B I A N C AThe next morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee and pancakes. I sat up, my body aching from a night spent on the couch. Chloe was already up, humming to herself as she flipped a pancake in the pan."Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, when she saw me. "I hope you're hungry. I'm making enough food to feed a small army.""I could eat," I said, stretching. "That smells amazing.""It's my famous pancake recipe," she said, a proud smile on her face. "It's guaranteed to cure even the worst of heartbreaks."I smiled, but my heart wasn't in it. The events of the previous day came flooding back, and the small bubble of contentment I had been feeling burst."It's going to be okay," she said, as if she could read my mind. "We're going to get through this. Together.""I know," I said, forcing a smile. "I'm just... tired.""I get it," she said, sliding a plate of pancakes in front of me. "Eat up. You're going to need your strength."We ate in silence for a few minutes, the only so