Chapter 15
Damien’s POV:
“Just continue with the plans and preparations we’ve already set, Get more kitchen staff that will assist Irene’s assistant, Delores.” I told Steven, got on my feet, and dusted my suit.
“Okay, we’ll do just that, Steven replied, giving a subtle bow,
I had the confidence. But I didn’t have the assurance. However, I believe in my persuasion skills, so with a small smile, I strode out of my suite and began heading back to Irene’s room.
Suddenly, I remembered I was going there empty–handed. So instead, I went straight to the hotel’s kitchen.
“Good day, sir. How may we serve you? The head chef rushed to me and said.
The venue of the wedding was the grand hall of my favorite hotel. So I lodged here and Eva stayed at my house due to my recent change in feelings, We’ve been practically living together for a while now.
But that was soon going to change.
So the hotel staff were very familiar with me aside from my status.
“So you have chicken broth?” I asked
remembered it was one of Irene’s favorites. And it should help with all that cold that got into her system.
“Yes sir.” The head chef replied.
“Okay, I need a serving with a bottle of room–temperature water I requested. And in a matter of minutes, I had everything ready.
One of the hotel kitchen staff carried it on a cart and pushed it behind me as I led us back to Irene’s room.
“Damien!” I heard Eva call me from behind, halting in my tracks.
1 groaned, but maybe it was better to address Eva first.
“Take the food to the room I mentioned before. There’s someone there. Just leave the cart inside and go. Thank you.” I told the kitchen staff, knowing that the conversation between Eva, and myself wouldn’t be pleasant.
“Okay, sir,” the kitchen staff said and kept on going.
Eva approached me with a phone in her hand, an angry expression settling on her face. I could feel the onslaught of words that she was ready to unleash on me.
“What is the meaning of this nonsense?” She raged, standing before me with her phone screen in my face.
Slowly, I pushed her hand away from my face, and let a small mocking smile grace my lips.
“You already called it nonsense. Is there any other definition for the word NONSENSE?” I queried.
“You know what I mean Damien!” She shouted.
“Shhhh,” I say, shushing her. “You are shouting. Don’t forget that we are in a high–class establishment. You shouldn’t bring this behavior here for display,” I say to her, knowing my words will do well at jabbing her.
“Fuck that.” She raised her voice, “Tomorrow is our wedding day. How dare you hook up with that low–life ex of yours? How
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dare you betray and creat o me? She bombarded me with accusations I had no interest in straightening out.
I don’t give a flying damn if she believes or not,
“And did you see me cancel our wedding? Isn’t marrying me your ultimate goal? So had to the point that you decided to lock Irene in a cold room! All because you must marry me.” I growled in a low volume at her.
“Is that what Irene told you? Are you going to believe that bitch over your fiancée? I’ve been with you longer than she has and you want to tell me that you don’t know the kind of things capable of?” She countered, feeling as if I was that same Damien who was blinded by my love for her to see her true character.
I know you, Eva. And I know what you can do and are capable of” I replied.
“Irene is just trying to steal you from me. Don’t let her get to your head. She’s a desperate single mother who just wants your money. She stated with so much confidence.
“I know. I know all her plans, Eva. And I’ll be putting a stop to it smiled warmly at her as if I believed her.
If only she knew I was speaking in parables.
“That’s good, my love. You have to put cheap sluts like her in their place. She moved closer to me, wanting to kiss me.
1 dodged it. “Not now.” I told her. “Go back home, I’m coming home tonight. We should prepare for our big day tomorrow. Not stress it out.” I said, but she was hesitant to leave.
After some minutes, I successfully persuaded her to leave with the words she liked to hear.
Except she won’t be going back to my house.
I dialed a certain number and gave them some specific orders to carry out. They were my secret goons who always did a neat job.
“Things are getting in order, I muttered to myself and continued walking towards Irene’s room.
Knocking twice, 1 only waited for a few seconds before she opened the door.
“How are you feeling now? Have you eaten?” I asked her as I walked into her room,
“A bit better. And I just started eating. Thanks for the care.” She answered more curtly than friendly or “That’s good to hear,‘ I said, taking a seat beside her on the long couch.
politely.
“Have you taken care of yourself as well?” She asked, and I couldn’t help but smile genuinely. Even though she’s acting cold,
welfare. she still cares about my
Unlike Eva who had only wanted to confront me, instead of checking up on me. I mean I was in that cold room for a few hours and all she cared about was if I cheated on her and if our wedding was still on.
The stark difference made me feel like a fool once more.
“I will after I sort out some pending to keep talking-
g issues. But first, there’s something we must discuss.” I said to her, and she nodded for me
“There’s a scandal about us. And the damage is huge to both our businesses. Especially yours.” I began.
“What are they saying?” Worry filled her eyes and it made my heart ache, Irene always carried her emotions in her eyes, yet
I was too blinded by Eva to have seen how much I hurt her then
I hope the past doesn’t affect this dire time.
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“A lot. But mostly that theged. And it was with you. Your identity is out there and people are saying nasty things. I told her, trying to summarize instead of going into deep details.
“But I’m not here to interfere with anything but work. It was the situation.” She said quickly. I could see distress dancing in
her eyes.
“I know. But those people don’t. They just want to write nasty things on their blog sites for money.” I tell her, feeling bad
“Is there a solution?” She asked, fidgeting. Her chicken broth was long forgotten.
“Yes, Irene. And I hope you will say yes.” I replied.
“What’s that?” She perks up, curious and anxious.
And with an unsure heart, I let the words roll off my tongue, “Irene,” I softly called, grabbing both her hands into mine.
“Yes,”
“Will you marry me again?”
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