Rostella Why wasn’t I excited? This has been my dream ever since Damian walked back into our lives and ruined my wedding. I prayed for this day to come so I could gloat over his downfall for the second time. But the sound of his death didn’t sing melodies in my ear anymore. Something in my stomach twisted and this time, my tears were genuine. I looked at his face, but I couldn’t find any atom of fear in his eyes. Three years of isolation really toughened him up in ways nobody even imagined. “Well… this is all you and your family has ever wanted.” Damian added and my throat burned. I didn’t want this, not anymore. “What kind of letters did the war god send Damian?” I asked. He stared at me for a while and sighed heavily. He took out his buzzing phone and immediately attended to whoever it was on the other end. He hates me all over again at this point. What a wonderful birthday gift. “Uhmm… Rostella, I’m so sorry I made you go through all that stress, but right now I’m dea

DamianStanding by my window, I stared into the empty night. My heart raced, my eyes burned and my throat felt blocked. I spent three years of my life mourning my entire family, only to reunite with my only sister and she doesn’t even know who I am. I have no idea what Preston and Rostella must have done to her, but this guessing game is over. I don’t care what Rostella has up her sleeves, now my intentions will be made open. A sigh of frustration escaped my lips as I dug my hands into my pocket and took out my phone to call Serena. The phone rang a couple of times before she answered, her voice not rising above a whisper. “Your mission there is over Serena..” I said firmly, ignoring her greetings. “What?” She shot from the other end. “I don’t understand sir, what do you mean it’s over? We’ve barely even started the real deal..” I heard a soft knock on my door and Mila let herself in before I could turn around completely. In her hand was a bowl of soup on a tray and a warm smile

Damian. “Good morning..” Mila greeted softly. Serena glanced at me as she sat beside me, her arms folded tightly over her chest. “Good morning..” Serena replied. She clearly had questions and I knew I’d have to deal with that later. “Anyways, as I was saying Serena..” I continued, snapping her back to the main issue on ground. “There’s no need beating around the bush anymore and playing hide and seek with the Baldwins and the Bakers..” “So you’re telling me that your sister whom you mourned is actually alive and in the custody of Preston and Rostella?” “Exactly. And what’s even worse, she doesn’t even recall who I am..” I grunted. My fists clenched beside me but Mila gently placed her palm over it, helping me ease the tension. Serena noticed it and a smirk appeared on the corner of her lips but she didn’t utter a word. “So what’s the next line of action?” She asked. I rubbed my temple with my other hand and let out a heavy sigh. “I have a few ideas, but I need time to implemen

DamianThe rest of the day went on smoothly, everyone minded their business and went about their day. I knew Mila was still in the house because her scent still lingered in the air. But she kept herself out of my sight and even though it pricked me, it was for the best. I can’t brew anything in this current environment and situation right now. I’ll only give Rostella something else to hold on to when she wants to prove just how diabolic she can be. As I sat in the courtyard, my face buried between the pages of my journal, a car pulled over in the driveway. I turned and it was Serena, and when I checked again for Charles, he wasn’t there with her. Serena walked up to me, hands in the air and a disappointed look on her face. “I tried sir..” she announced. “Dawson is just a tough nut to crack.” “Charles Dawson turned down my invite?” I scoffed, an unbelieving laughter erupted as I imagined how someone with almost nothing left to his name could be so arrogant still. “You’ve done your

Damian Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I crumpled the piece of paper and stormed downstairs. “Lock the gates!” I roared and my men scurried in several directions. “Victor!” Engines revved and cars pulled out of the driveway. Charles couldn’t have gone far on foot with Mila, so I was sure he was still within this environment. “I gave an order to make sure nothing happens to Mila, how is it even possible that all of you missed a man on foot!” Victor gritted his teeth as he turned and hurried towards his car. I took a deep breath, unfolded the piece of paper and stared at the crooked words again. Charles wanted me to come after him… but I won’t give him the satisfaction he yearns for. The front door pushed open and Serena walked in, her eyes cold and her hair damp. “What’s the ruckus sir?” She asked, looking around to know what the noise was for. “Dawson was here..” “Charles Dawson?” Her eyes searched the house instantly, then her gaze fell in the direction of my room. “W