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Story: The Merciless Don's Bride
“Where’s Damien?” I burst out.
“Mrs. Luciano?” Lila says confused. “Is something wrong?”
“Where the hell is Damien?”
“He’s in his office,” she says gesturing towards the hallway to the side.
I immediately rush in the direction of the office, opening the door without a second thought. The sight that meets me has my eyes widening. Not only is Damien completely and perfectly fine. But he’s in a meeting, with two men I don’t recognize sitting across from him. Luca’s standing behind his chair. All their eyes swing in my direction.
I stand there, rooted to the spot in confusion. Damien immediately rises, his gaze assessing me.
“Mi vida,what’s wrong?” he asks.
I scan his entire body, double checking to make sure he’s fine and then I feel my cheeks heat. God, this is so embarrassing.
“You didn’t pick up your phone,” I murmur.
He looks to the side where his phone is resting on the table, “Sorry, sweetheart. This is a pretty important meeting.”
“Okay. I’ll let you get back to it.”
I turn around, wishing for the ground to swallow me up and needing to get away from their inquisitive gazes. I step away from the doorway, hearing footsteps approaching. Damien whirls me back around before I can get too far.
“Not so fast, Cassie. Why are you here? And have you been crying? What’s going on?”
I huff out an annoyed breath, “Your sister’s a con artist.”
“Sofia?” he asks amused.
“She called me earlier and said you were hurt. I was worried.”
“So you rushed over here because you thought I was hurt?” he questions, his expression smug.
“Of course,” I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest. “You’re my husband after all. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and kill your sister.”
I start to walk away, but he grips my wrist, keeping me in place.
“Not so fast, sweetheart. I haven’t seen you in days,” he states. “Does this mean you’re back for good?”
The hope in his voice is impossible to ignore. I slowly turn back to look at him and I can see it in his eyes. All the feelings I’d been trying to keep buried. It’s like looking into a mirror, filled with longing and desperation.
“I’m still mad at you,” I start feeling my chest ache. “But I missed you like crazy over the past few days so I guess I am back.”
I watch as he exhales a breath of relief before tugging me closer and into his arms.
“I missed you too, sweetheart,” he murmurs into my hair.
I let him hold me, inhaling his scent as relief floods through me. He’s okay, he’s safe. I don’t think I’ve ever been as scared as I was on the way here. It really made me realize the gravity of my feelings.
The truth is, I don’t just like Damien. I might be in love with him. And I was terrified I would never get the chance to say it. I should say it now, but something’s holding me back.
Maybe the thought that he doesn’t feel the same way. The truth is, I’m a coward. I just hope I’ll be brave enough to tell him eventually.
“Oh thank God,” someone interrupts, groaning softly
I step out of Damien’s arms, armed with a glare directed at Sofia.
“Not cool,cognata,” I state. “I was really scared he got hurt.”
“Mrs. Luciano?” Lila says confused. “Is something wrong?”
“Where the hell is Damien?”
“He’s in his office,” she says gesturing towards the hallway to the side.
I immediately rush in the direction of the office, opening the door without a second thought. The sight that meets me has my eyes widening. Not only is Damien completely and perfectly fine. But he’s in a meeting, with two men I don’t recognize sitting across from him. Luca’s standing behind his chair. All their eyes swing in my direction.
I stand there, rooted to the spot in confusion. Damien immediately rises, his gaze assessing me.
“Mi vida,what’s wrong?” he asks.
I scan his entire body, double checking to make sure he’s fine and then I feel my cheeks heat. God, this is so embarrassing.
“You didn’t pick up your phone,” I murmur.
He looks to the side where his phone is resting on the table, “Sorry, sweetheart. This is a pretty important meeting.”
“Okay. I’ll let you get back to it.”
I turn around, wishing for the ground to swallow me up and needing to get away from their inquisitive gazes. I step away from the doorway, hearing footsteps approaching. Damien whirls me back around before I can get too far.
“Not so fast, Cassie. Why are you here? And have you been crying? What’s going on?”
I huff out an annoyed breath, “Your sister’s a con artist.”
“Sofia?” he asks amused.
“She called me earlier and said you were hurt. I was worried.”
“So you rushed over here because you thought I was hurt?” he questions, his expression smug.
“Of course,” I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest. “You’re my husband after all. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and kill your sister.”
I start to walk away, but he grips my wrist, keeping me in place.
“Not so fast, sweetheart. I haven’t seen you in days,” he states. “Does this mean you’re back for good?”
The hope in his voice is impossible to ignore. I slowly turn back to look at him and I can see it in his eyes. All the feelings I’d been trying to keep buried. It’s like looking into a mirror, filled with longing and desperation.
“I’m still mad at you,” I start feeling my chest ache. “But I missed you like crazy over the past few days so I guess I am back.”
I watch as he exhales a breath of relief before tugging me closer and into his arms.
“I missed you too, sweetheart,” he murmurs into my hair.
I let him hold me, inhaling his scent as relief floods through me. He’s okay, he’s safe. I don’t think I’ve ever been as scared as I was on the way here. It really made me realize the gravity of my feelings.
The truth is, I don’t just like Damien. I might be in love with him. And I was terrified I would never get the chance to say it. I should say it now, but something’s holding me back.
Maybe the thought that he doesn’t feel the same way. The truth is, I’m a coward. I just hope I’ll be brave enough to tell him eventually.
“Oh thank God,” someone interrupts, groaning softly
I step out of Damien’s arms, armed with a glare directed at Sofia.
“Not cool,cognata,” I state. “I was really scared he got hurt.”
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