Elise's POV. I looked back to see who was at the door. "Jones." I gasped and darted my gaze at Adaline who had a frown on her face. "How can you refer to me as 'a man' like you don't know my name!" Jones scolded her and glared. They both glared at each other like they had argued before or they probably did and I failed to notice. "What's wrong with the both of you?" I asked, curiously staring at them. "Did you quarrel?" "No." Jones shook his head. "That's a lie. We argued because he did something mean to me." Adaline raised her voice while pointing accusingly at him. I had never heard Adaline yell before. He must have upset her. "What did he do to you? Did he court you and go after another woman?" My assumption wasn't out of place because Jones wasn't a young man anymore. Jones was in his late thirties when I met him and now, he's almost forty forty-four. I wanted to call him my uncle when we first met but he claimed he was too young for that. He might be a few years younge
Damien's POV. This was my third day of getting disappointed. I was so excited when my private investigator told me that he knew the location of Elise. I haven't been that happy in a long time. I was so excited to see her face, even though it stayed behind that mask, I wouldn't mind. I just wanted to get a closer look at those blue eyes. I wanted to drown my entity in them, I desired to feel her lips again. They still look small and cute, I wanted to caress her bottom lip with my thumb but before all that I needed to apologize. I desired to make up for the hurt I caused her and confess my unending love to her. But unfortunately, all my wishes and desires were crumbled that same day. My private investigator called me back and told me that he made a mistake. He apologized profusely after telling me that he went to confirm it and it was unfortunately the wrong house. I felt my hope being shattered but then, he promised to get back to me with something positive. I tried to put my
Damien's POV. I stared in horror as I realized that my car was about to collide with the truck. I knew the impact could be fatal, and the thought of never seeing Elise again terrified me. Should I just give up and remove my hands from the steering wheel while bracing myself for death?No! I wasn't a man to chicken out even in the face of death. I couldn't let anything separate me from Elise, never again! There was a chance to survive, so I grabbed it without thinking twice. I turned my steering wheel and the car swayed to the right.I avoided the collision with the truck but I still couldn't control my car. The car began spinning and spinning out of control, fortunately for me, other cars weren't too close. I thought that I had escaped danger but unfortunately, as I turned the steering wheel to redirect the car, I ended up running into the median. My car slammed against the concrete barrier with full force, causing my car to come to a halt. But just as my car was wrecked, so was
Damien's POV. I stared at her with a smile brimming on my lips. "Aren't you Mr Sinclair? The one who got involved in an accident this afternoon?" She asked, her voice was notably different. I understood that five years had passed but the change in her voice was too vast. I checked Elise on Instagram and other social media platforms. Her voice had changed a little in a few videos that I found of her but presently, she sounded like a completely different person. "Why are you calling me, Mr Sinclair? Princess, don't do this to me." I muttered, still holding on to her. I looked into her eyes and weirdly they weren't as blue as Elise's eyes. They looked more like contacts. "You're more handsome in real life than in pictures and those interviews," She smiled at me and her lips grew wider."You aren't…" "No, I'm not the faceless model. I'm just a double. She had a runway in the afternoon and couldn't come for the photoshoot." the model smiled, taking her hands to her mask. She remov
Damien's POV. 'Dad, what did you just say?' I gasped in shock. I couldn't believe that my father would think of stripping me of everything that I had worked for. I worked so hard to build up that company after he left it in scrambles. 'You heard me right, son. I'm not getting any younger and I need a grandchild. An heir who will continue our family name but it doesn't look like you're ready to fulfill that. And anyway, I want a child that would call me grandpa before I pass away,' My dad replied and faked a cough. That was the height of manipulation from him. 'Dad, your medical reports say that you're alright. The doctor hasn't informed me of any ailment. So, stop this! You're not dying anytime soon!' I shunned and hung up on him. I checked the internet again and couldn't stop more anger from building up in me. How could Father make such an announcement to the whole world? If people saw it, they would think that the news was true. "Fuck!" I cussed. I dropped my phone and ran
Elise's POV. Last night was one of the most unpleasant nights of my life. I hated it. I was stupidly worried about Damien. When I heard of his accident on the television, I didn't want to feel anything but I felt sorry for him and deep down, I didn't want anything bad to happen to him. I kept checking the news like an idiot. That day, it felt like I was the old Elise and I detested that feeling but I could do nothing about it. I continued worrying that day and became surprised when the photographer for that photoshoot called me, telling me that Damien had come in a hospital gown searching for him. Somehow, I felt a little part of my heart skip a beat. I told myself that I wouldn't care but for him to go there in such a state, just to look for me; meant that he might have changed. Stupidly, I made these conclusions and once again, I was fooled by him. It was not until I saw the news of his engagement to Nicola that I realized how foolish I was and how shameless Damien was.How dar
Elise's POV. I panicked because I had to give her a little taste of victory or should I say shame! She thought that I would be so stupid to just come close to a bunch of curious fans without being prepared. Such a dumb bitch! I asked Rachel to do some of those amazing makeup skills on me and by the time she was done, my face was properly concealed before I could put on a mask. So, when this psychopath pulled off my mask, there was a different face. "I got you!" She yelled, pointing at my face with a smile on her lips like she had made a great achievement. But as she stared at me properly, her smile slowly vanished and her fingers came down. "The faceless model's face has been revealed!" one of the fans yelled and almost all of them brought out their phone to video me and take pictures. "She's so cute!" another one commented. The lights flashed on my face and I stared at Nicola who removed her nose mask like it was preventing her from seeing properly."This can't be happening!
Elise's POV. I arrived at home with Jones and we had been laughing all the way. It was so funny, watching Nicola break down like that. I thought she deserved pity but I was wrong. There was no difference between her and Damien. They fit each other. "Miss Annabel, is that you?" Adaline asked as he clambered down the stairs.She had seen how I looked, so it must have been surprising for her to see me with another face. "It's just make-up," I replied and saw how she heaved a sigh of relief. "Did you think I was an alien or something like that?" I laughed. Adaline shook her head and chuckled; "No, I was simply flabbergasted.""Welcome back," She smiled at me. "Thank you," I smiled back, walking towards the kitchen. "Ma'am, if there's anything you need then I can get it for you," She said, being as helpful as she had always been. "No need," I muttered and left before she could make any objections. As I got to the kitchen, I placed my bag on the counter and opened the fridge. I bro