Before Damien could say a thing, head gardener Salem already called them at the main house. “Yes, sir. The bastard just got here now!” he was saying on the phone as Damien wondered what was going on. The cook held her spatula as if she was itching to bash Damien’s head in. One of the two field workers that Damien met in the kitchen had his eyes pinned on him, accusations shooting out of his dark eyes at Damien as if he was the scum of the earth itself.HG Salem had sent the other man to the main house to inform them that he had caught the bastard. Damien, that is. He must have grown impatient because the person he sent couldn’t have gone far before he picked up the phone to call the house. Damien was still wondering what he meant when h disconnected the call. Then he gave him a malicious look that held a hint of glee as he said “You are done for now”Damien was taken to the main house and what he met there was more than he had even thought possible.Sybil was nowhere around but Smith
Everything irritated her. Isabella was tempted to smash something. Lash out at somebody. The kitchen staff making clacking sounds with their utensils. The butler opening the door for one of the many officials that always have something to tell her father. The crinkling sound of her father’s morning newspaper as he turned it before shaking it out vigorously to smoothen it. “Just read the damn thing!” she almost snapped at him. Yet she knew that she couldn’t. What reason would she give for her behaviour anyway? Her mood was black that morning and her dad must have noticed as well because aside from asking her how her night went, he had barely said anything to her. Or it could be because he had said plenty the evening before when she got back. Isabella had gone for a fast ride to cool her head before heading to the palace. As a result, she was almost thirty minutes later than the two hours deadline he gave her. She met him on the front porch, with his eyes pinned on the massive gate as
“Get up, you asshole! You even have the audacity to sleep?” Damien flinched when he heard that sound and he knew who it belonged to. It was not enough that Sky and his men taunted him to give vivid details about how he molested Sonia. After about an hour of poking and constant hitting and kicking, Smith had grown bored of asking Damien questions since he believed that the latter was merely withholding information from him.“Tell me. How many of you tasted that bitch? Who did you take her to? Were you also part of those that dug that gold mine?” Those lecherous questions were still ringing in Damien’s ears till this morning and he knew that he was not going to forget them any time soon.Smith had just told his men to finish him off when his parents got back home. President Macmillan took a look at the bloodied mess that had become off Damien’s face and he shook his head at his son before asking the assistant butler to call the police.That was the first time that Damien saw Alamin tha
“What the fuck is this?!” Ace’s booming voice resounded throughout the police station. Damien could hear rushing feet as officers came closer to where Ace stood, staring googly-eyed at Damien through the bars.“Is everything alright?” a female officer said as she came out from the inner office, giving Damien a fleeting look before she looked at Ace. “You fucking tell me! Tell me how he looked like that when yesterday night he was looking like shit!” Ace ranted as he flung his arms wildly almost knocking the female officer aside with his hand.The woman gave him a confused look before she looked over at Damien. Since she was not on duty the evening before when they brought Damien in and she had no idea what he looked like. She gave Damien a blank look before looking back at Ace. The look on the latter's face was not welcoming so she nodded behind him to one of the officers, who had seen Damien the night before. “Is everything…”“I swear if one more person asks me that dumb question a
“Thwack!” the sound of the baton was so sickeningly loud as it connected with Ace’s shoulder. He jerked in surprise as he turned to look at who dared touch Smith Macmillan’s, right-hand man. He was met with a deafening slap from Isabella, who was already turning back to face Ace before the baton stopped him.It was as if she already know that he will attack her. Some of the officers looked at the person that struck Ace in surprise while others were engrossed with Isabella’s maids that clustered around her as they worried that she might have bruised her hand when she slapped Ace. Isabella waved away their worries just as the rookie cop gently placed the baton in his hand on the counter. “I already told him that it is not right to hit a woman” he muttered to no one in particular. It was clear from the apprehension on his face that he thought he was in big trouble.Isabella clicked her fingers in anger and the guards, who had restrained Ace, bundled him out of the station while he yelle
She took him home. And by home, Damien realised she was taking him to the palace. “My patience is stretched thin and I am taking no chances this time around! She had said when she dismissed her driver and got into the car to drive herself while her entourage followed them behind. It was an impressive scene to behold indeed. Damien could see cars park aside as they passed. The car was different as well as she drove a rose-gold Rolls-Royce Boat Tail that blended well with her hair.The $28,000, 000 car was as much the centre of attraction as the gorgeous enviable lady driving it. Some of them barely noticed the dishevelled, unknown man beside her as their eyes were fixated on the darling of society, whom most of them have only seen once or twice before.Those that have never seen Isabella whispered and tapped themselves as they struggled to catch the barest glimpse of the most privileged and most affluent young lady in the whole of Santa Eyre and its environs.“Oh, my God! Is that the
Shamefaced, Victoria made a move to stand up from her kneeling position before she would apologize to Damien.“No, do it like that,” Isabella said testily .her patience stretched thin.She saw the fleeting amazed look that her head made her but she ignored it as she waited with raised brs for ht latter to get ahead.Victoria knelt very well again before she mumbled something that Isabella couldn’t quite hear “What?! I didn’t catch that. Apologise and stop wasting my damn time! Or will you prefer I call in your subordinates? A larger audience should open your mouth wide enough, don’t you think?” Victoria flinched at the mention of that and he said loud and clear “Please, forgive me, sir. I shouldn’t have disrespected you. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I promise to never do such a thing again,” she said in contrition and Isabella could see tears dropped from her eyes when Damien just stood there without saying anything.“Ma, I…” Victoria looked at her then back at Damien “I have s
Damien knew that there was no point in dragging this out anymore. He decide to just tell her whatever he knew without putting the New Clan vampires in trouble. What did she want from him, after all? He wondered, yet he knew that he was now in her debt. Originers pay their debts in full. Even though Damien was now picking up the habit of lying just as these people, gratefulness was an inherent part of the Originers that he couldn't do away with. She saved him twice, so he was ready to give her the truth. Whatever that was. It seemed like she could see his resolve to come clean because she merely nodded her head after giving him a long look.Then she said "Come and have your seat"Isabella led him to the loveseat closest to the door and Damien sank in the eye comfortable with a beautiful, patterned, cover."Would you like to have anything?" she asked him but he shook his head. He wouldn't care to ask for anything even though he had not eaten since the day before. He just wanted to get