Davina has been waiting for Marcel's arrival for the past hour. Despite being off work today, she is dressed in semi-formal attire, specifically a white lace blow collar dress with a black ribbon. Due to Marcel's frequent abuse, Davina always wears stockings whenever she dons a short skirt to conceal her wounds. The only person who has seen her injuries in the past two years is Damian. A smile lights up Davina's face as she spots Marcel's car parked in front of the penthouse apartment building. Without needing any instructions, she confidently gets into Marcel's black car. "You look gorgeous today," Marcel compliments her. "You've only caught a glimpse of me. How can you make such a conclusion?" Davina responds indifferently. "Even without fully seeing you, you will always be beautiful," Marcel says, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Throughout the journey, Davina and Marcel hardly exchange many words, consumed by their thoughts. Davina does not provoke Marcel's anger, fearing th
Damian drove the car aimlessly, unaware of where to search for Davina. As the rain poured down relentlessly, his concern for Davina grew. No matter how many times Damian dialed her number, she wouldn't answer."I have no idea where I am," Damian admitted, realizing he had become lost due to his reckless driving. Eventually, he found himself on a lonely road, surrounded solely by towering trees."Davina, where could you be? I hope you are safe if I can't locate you today," Damian murmured anxiously.Damian eased his foot off the accelerator as a figure caught his eye - a woman struggling to walk in the pouring rain. The familiar attire made Damian's heart race, and without hesitation, he pulled the car to a stop in front of her."Davina? Is that you?" Damian questioned, narrowing his gaze to ensure he wasn't mistaken.Indeed, the limping figure was none other than Davina. With swift strides, Damian closed the distance between them. His mind was concerned for her, neglecting even the th
Davina awoke with surprise, finding a fever pack affixed to her forehead. The medicine had cleared her mind, allowing her to think more clearly. She sat up and carefully removed the IV from the back of her hand.Making her way to the window, she opened the curtains, revealing the vast and luxurious room for the first time."Camille must regret divorcing Damian for someone asshole like Marcel," Davina admitted, captivated by the room's exquisite interior design.To her astonishment, the door swung open, and Damian entered, equally taken aback by Davina standing as if nothing had happened."Are you awake? How are you? Are you okay?" Damian approached Davina, concerned."I'm fine. Thank you for caring for me," Davina replied, embarrassed that Damian had witnessed her at her lowest."Don't stand up. You're not stable yet. Let's sit down," Damian guided Davina to the sofa.Davina realized her legs were severely bruised and struggled to walk properly. Suddenly, Damian moved her leg onto his
"How long have you been observing me?"Damian was genuinely curious."Why are you so confident that I observe you?" Davina attempted to evade the question."Your previous words give it away," Damian replied."We didn't know each other before, so why would I have noticed you? I meant your presence at the divorce court," Davina tried to cover up her previous lie by pretending to focus on finishing her food.Damian ceased questioning, realizing that Davina was not ready to answer that one. Had he asked too many questions today?Seeing that Davina had finished her breakfast, Damian signaled to the maid to clear away the food and cutlery."Is this outfit Camille's?" Davina looked at the nightgown she was wearing, clearly uncomfortable. The cowl neck slip nightdress made of satin overexposed of Davina's body. Over the past two years, Damian had always worn long clothes covering his arms and legs."That belongs to my stepmother. It seems she doesn't own normal pajamas. Camille never knew about
Damian allowed his living room to be a meeting place for the lawyer and client. Through the one-way glass, Damian observed Davina's efforts to maintain a professional demeanor as she completed her work despite her poor health. Davina refrained from wearing any makeup, needing more energy to do so. Instead, she used Damian's lip moisturizer to alleviate her dry lips.Suddenly, a chill ran down Damian's spine as he noticed Nick standing behind him, staring at him intensely. "I never thought there would come a day when you take time off for a woman," Nick remarked coldly."Haven't I explained the situation to you? I found Davina unconscious and injured. I have no idea how many kilometers she walked in the rain while injured," Damian explained the situation to Nick."I also don't know how long Davina has been enduring all this hardship because of Marcel and Camille. We've already drafted the marriage agreement. That's why this revenge has to succeed. Davina and I cannot fail," Damian's de
"You need not worry about such matters," Davina icily responded to Damian's concerns.Davina's unfriendly reply took Damian aback. Damian had never realized that discussing her parents would be such a sensitive topic.Davina's head throbbed even more as she thought about Anna's condition in the hospital, and Damian noticed this."Let's go to the hospital. We should have a comprehensive health checkup. I'm concerned about the possibility of a bone fracture or something," Damian suggested, unable to hide his worry.Davina weakly shook her head."It's unnecessary. This is nothing new for me. It's just the first time I can't walk. It's also my fault, as I kicked Marcel first."Realizing that Davina's deteriorating condition, she quickly returned to her room. Realizing that something was seriously wrong, Damian swiftly caught Davina just as she nearly collapsed."Davina?" Damian repeatedly patted Davina's cheek, attempting to wake her up.Damian felt the heat emanating from her smooth skin
Davina stared at Nick in disbelief, unable to comprehend what she had just heard. "We barely know each other. How dare you say such things to me?" Before Nick could respond, Davina spoke again, her voice filled with frustration. "Aren't you supposed to be Damian's closest confidant? Shouldn't you be by his side? How can you say something like this?" "I am saying this because I am the closest person to Damian," Nick replied calmly. "That doesn't make any sense. What kind of people has Damian been surrounding himself with? I always knew you weren't friendly, but now I realize you're ridiculous," Davina retorted. Their argument grew more heated, and Davina could feel anger coursing through her body. Nick had managed to provoke her early in the morning, and she was no longer feeling frail. "And what does that have to do with you? Our marriage doesn't concern you. Damian and I used each other, so there's nothing for anyone to lose in this situation." Davina couldn't understand Nick's w
"Is Marcel trying to kill you?" "Don't worry. Marcel may dare to hurt me, but he won't kill me." Damian's tone unconsciously rose as he asked, "How can you be so confident?" He found Davina's trust in Marcel to be the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard, especially after what had happened to her. "Do you trust me?" Davina turned to Damian, their eyes locked in stunned silence. "I'm trying to trust you," Damian replied cautiously, causing Davina to avert her gaze. She knew that Damian's answer implied he didn't fully trust her. It was understandable, considering their history and that they had only known each other since she became involved in Damian and Camille's divorce. "What about you, do you trust me?" Damian asked, noticing Davina's disappointment. "I've been trying to trust you since I agreed to this revenge marriage," Davina confessed before quickly adding, "You need to go to sleep if you want to accompany me for the medical check-up." Damian sighed, feeling the des
Damian and Nick strolled side by side, their fingers intertwining, as they made their way towards Davina's hospital room. The doctor's news was encouraging—Davina was finally cleared to go home today. However, she would still need to visit the hospital once a week for a routine check-up on her healing wound.Nick felt relieved as he shared the doctor's update with Damian. "Thank goodness! Davina can finally leave this place. But she must follow through with the weekly hospital visits," he informed Damian.Taking charge, Damian immediately instructed, "Alright, Nick. It's your responsibility to ensure Davina's administration and medication are taken care of. Let's make sure she gets to go home today."Damian's words triggered a sudden realization, causing him to vigorously rub his face in frustration. "Oh, gosh! I forgot, Nick. You're not my personal assistant anymore," he confessed, feeling a pang of guilt. "Don't worry about it. Just tell me where everyth
On the morning of his hospital visit, Damian arrived bearing not just his presence but a generous assortment of fresh fruits. Knowing that these would be the perfect choice for his ailing wife, he hesitantly opened the door, careful not to disturb her as it was still early for hospital visits. The room was hushed, with his wife peacefully asleep on the hospital bed while their dear friend Nick slumbered on the nearby sofa.As Damian quietly entered, Nick stirred slightly, sensing his presence. Nick, ever alert, awakened at the sound and met his gaze. Relieved to see a familiar face, Damian delicately placed the fruit basket on the table, fearing that any noise would disrupt his wife's deep slumber. With a simple gesture, he motioned to Nick, silently requesting a moment alone in the hospital corridor.In the hallway, away from prying eyes and out of earshot, the two friends found solace and a sense of camaraderie. Understanding the gravity of the situation, Nick shared
The day of Camille's trial had arrived, casting a heavy cloud of tension over the courtroom. However, Damian faces the proceedings this time without Nick's support. Understanding the gravity of the situation, Damian had entrusted Nick with the crucial task of remaining at the hospital, steadfastly attending to the needs of Davina, who still lingered in a state of unconsciousness.As the trial commenced, Attorney Hernandez again took center stage, fueling his rapidly burgeoning reputation amidst the frenzy of cases mounted by WW Technology and Damian against Marcel and Camille. The mere mention of Hernandez's name sent ripples through the legal community, a testament to the magnitude of the charges.In a striking turn of events, Camille found herself devoid of the protection of a defense lawyer orchestrated by Damian himself. This deliberate maneuver left Camille vulnerable and isolated, forced to navigate the ferocious storm of the trial unaccompanied by legal counsel.
The universe seemed to deny Marcel's wish for a swift end as fate intervened, ensuring that the hands of justice still reached out to apprehend him, even after his fateful fall from the towering heights of the building. Despite his plummet, the police officers wasted no time in subduing Marcel and ferrying him away to the hospital for urgent medical attention, unwilling to let him escape the consequences of his actions.As Marcel was whisked away under police custody, Damian and Nick stood by Davina's side, their faces etched with a deep sense of worry and concern. The weight of the day's events hung heavy in the air, the fear of losing the one they held dear gnawing at their hearts as they watched over Davina, her strength and resilience a beacon of hope amidst the chaos.The looming specter of the impending trial cast a shadow over the group, the stark reality of Marcel's heinous act looming large in their minds. It was certain that Marcel's actions would earn him ad
"Let's take a short break while the judges deliberate on all the evidence and decide the defendant's sentence." After the Judge's announcement, Davina gathered her things and returned to her seat, trying to maintain her composure. Ignoring Marcel's presence beside her, she focused on the weight of the upcoming decision that would impact her life.But chaos erupted in the courtroom before she could fully process the gravity of the situation. Marcel, once a familiar figure in her life, now held a gun to her temple, turning her into a captive in the blink of an eye. The weapon was he stole from the police who tried to calm him a few minutes ago. The gasps and murmurings of disbelief that rippled through the room were drowned out by the silence that followed."What the fuck are you doing?" she swore.Davina's heart raced in terror as she felt the cold touch of the gun against her skin. However, Marcel's eyes burned with a dangerous intensity, his words cutting throu
Marcel's wry smile played on his lips, knowing that even someone as renowned as Davina, a famous lawyer herself, could not resist the tempting treasure he had presented her. He was well aware of the losses Davina had suffered at his hands and believed that she deserved some compensation from him because Davina was his first love. Instead of waiting for the judge's verdict on how much compensation the victim should receive from the defendant, Davina took matters into her own hands and decided to determine the amount herself. Observing this interaction between his wife and Marcel, Damian's eyebrows furrowed with suspicion as he pondered their unusual communication despite their supposed enmity."Do you think this trial will conclude well?" Damian mumbled under his breath, his doubts creeping in. Nick, who stood close by, caught Damian's words clearly and responded, "Have faith in Claire's lawyer. She undoubtedly has her strategy." Nick urged Damian to trust his wife and her def
Clad in an elegant ensemble, Davina stood patiently on the bustling roadside, her eyes scanning the passing taxis in search of one to transport her to her destination. Much to her surprise, her attention was abruptly captivated by the sight of a glorious black car sliding to a graceful halt before her. The sleek vehicle exuded an air of luxury, leaving no doubt that its owner possessed an unrivaled taste for extravagance.As the tinted window slowly descended, revealing Damian's familiar countenance, Davina couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat. Accompanying him in the car was none other than his trusted companion, Nick, who, on this particular day, took on the role of chauffeur. It perplexed Davina why Damian did not rely on his usual personal driver.It dawned on Damian that he had fortuitously chanced upon an opportunity to engage in an enthralling conversation with Davina, a chance he couldn't pass up. Opting to depart for the court earlier than usual, he ta
Today, Damian and Nick arrived at the courthouse alongside Davina, albeit separately, as she had left the law firm immediately. Davina arrived before the others, taking her seat before Damian and Nick entered.Addressing his wife, Damian inquired, "Have you been waiting for long?" Taking a seat beside her, he awaited her response."Not really," Davina replied, her tone lacking warmth.Seated beside his partners, Nick, speaking in a hushed tone, asked, "How are you holding up, Davina?"Davina curtly replied, "I'm as good as you can see."No longer residing in Nick's apartment or Damian's opulent mansion, Davina had chosen to distance herself from both men. At first, she would often find solace in staying late at the office, citing an overwhelming workload. However, Davina eventually decided to sell her old apartment and acquire a new one closer to the law firm. Determined to create an emotional barrier, she had even changed her cellphone and restric
After a long day at work, Davina arrived at Nick's apartment, having chosen to take a taxi instead of her usual mode of transport. Initially, Davina intended to return to her private apartment, which had remained unoccupied for over a year. However, in his unwavering determination, Nick insisted that Davina stay with him until their impending court case concluded. He had promised not to intrude upon her space or rearrange her belongings, going so far as to take charge of cooking meals for her. Nick's objective was to provide Davina with a sense of comfort and security akin to that she would experience within the confines of her familiar abode."Ah, you're home!" Davina exclaimed with a hint of surprise upon witnessing Nick's presence in the kitchen, evidently having just completed the preparation of their evening meal."Yes, please have a seat. Dinner is ready," Nick responded, placing the final course on the dining table with a sense of accomplishment.Upon ent