Chương 34: Chapter 31: Double-Edged Sword

Damien P.O.V.

Next day.....

It hasn't even completed two week since my marriage with Leslie but the tabloids already has there media house publishing different articles on our relationship, each blog carries every rumor. Seems they were able to get some pictures on me and Leslie in the rain yesterday and now their scandalous topic for their column for today says:

#ATTENTION SEEKER,

"SOCIAL CLIMBER BRIDE FIGHTING IN RAIN? TROUBLE IN PARADISE ALREADY?"

"What loads of crap....."I thought angrily at the paper as I held it open above my desktop, then crumpled it briming with so much anger at the attacks of the media on Leslie. Trying to curb the murderous roar as I crumple and squeezed the paper giving my hands something productive to do. Sending the blasted papper down waste bin as I considered lighting up all the media houses taking their pound of flesh on Leslie.

"You need to calm down man."My best friend Xavier says with a grim look on his face. I sent for him, since am going to need all the help I can get.

"We both know, why things are escalating this way." He then says arching his brows in a questioning pose.

"That bitch, when will she stop really. Do you know she also threatened Leslie and also me, I received the damn thing"I speak in a gruff tone, a raging storm wreaking havoc in my head. The thought that Vivian could go so far and this low to do this and handle things this way, disappointed the hell outta me. First the press now this damn package I received that other day at the boutique just proves one thing that I need to get her of my life. Just when things started to fall into place, she decides to pull this stunt.

Bloody Hell!

"I warned you, Don't ever mix business with pleasure. If you wanted to fuck her, you should have just done it and cut all ties, maybe if you had listened you won't be caught in this pickle"He says in a teasing tone laughing. That's Xavier, my childhood best friend, too much of a Playboy like me well I guess since am married well.....

"you hooked man, you really do love this Leslie girl. I do need to meet her although I might have missed your wedding but I need to meet the lady who finally dragged you all the way to the alter"He then says his green eyes dancing with mischief.

"Love?"I muster the word sounding so foreign yet just fit right.

"Oh, hell no you're not. Do you think am going to let her catch a glimpse of your debauchery"I then say laughing, as I feel the worries decipating. Ever since I opened the little package that bitch sent i felt a stab in my chest, constricting so bad. Maybe Xavier was right, it was wrong of me to make Vivian my Mistress. I know I was a real jerk back then but hell I was young hot blooded male with his hormones raging on with only sex on my mind, and it didn't really help when Vivian was so willing.

That very memory was my shame but now, my mistake and probably will be my downfall. I just hope Leslie will go unscathed because she deserves everything good and beautiful.

"You know she's behind this. Damien, the only thing I can assure you is that, Leslie and the baby won't be harmed that I can promise. And we can take down Vivian on this path of Vengance she's chosen all I just need is your word and the go ahead signal"He says, streching out his legs so comfortably on my desk.

"I may have done some unforgivable things to Vivian, but I've always cared about her but now she's slipped out of control, and attacking Leslie in the most painful way. Her influencing the press to write bad articles about her hasn't only hurt both me, Leslie but it's also affecting the company stocks and shares. The board of directors and shareholders aren't too glad that BOYCE name appears on every news column only about scandals, if I don't stop her now then she's only going to hurt more people"I say determined to put an end to Vivian's silly tantrums.

"Then am in"He then says smirking laughing out ....

"How do you feel about taking a trip down memory lane, there are somethings we could have missed in that memory that can be of use to us"He then says giving me a serious look....

Leslie's P.O.V.

So there's yet another annoying article about me!

Which is definitely not true!!!

"What the fuck is wrong with this people, are they even allowed to go around sneaking and taking pictures. Isn't that like an invasion of privacy?"I thought brimming with anger and fustration as I place around in the bedroom.

"There should be a law on that right?"I thought, a bit panicky with Damien at work today, saying something about seeing an old friend.

Now all alone at home, my mind keeps working in ways I can't comprehend. Hurt and angry with the public opinions about me. I mean do they even know me?

Like have they met me?

Just then my phone then beeps with a message from Morgan saying something about meeting up at a near by cafe. Relived with the incoming distraction, I then grab my coat, packing my hair in a bun as I step out.

Few minutes later....

As I step into the cafe, bustling with people going in and out. I then search around looking for Morgan's familiar face then I spot an unexpected face. With a definitely new look, her once long glorious blonde mane now cut short in a bob. Her phony smile and look now replaced with a cool and collected unreadable expression. As my eyes meet hers she inclines her head indicating I come sit.

"Oh Crap"

"I'm supposed to meet Morgan here not her"I muster quitely , as I debate whether to proceed or just run back to my cave. Then I thought....

"Why should I be the one running?"I ask myself. As I then walk slowly with a protective hand on my stomach as I take a seat.

"Morgan, never texted me did she?"I ask, sceptical about this whole scene. This definitely isn't a coincidence.

"Smart girl, I guess I shouldn't underestimate you. After all you were able to steal Damien from me with your slutty little tricks."She says then smiling, and when I mean smiling one of those fake ones as she sipped her cappuccino.

"What?, Steal Damien. He's not an object that you can have, steal, consume or possess."I say in a surprisingly clear and bold voice, even if my insides were as soft as jelly.

"No. You see that's where you're wrong, Damien is mine and mine alone"She then says Sharply with a crazed look on her face.

"oh well there you have it, just when I thought the whole crazy was gone now the psycho look is back"I thought grimacing.

"Look I don't want any trouble with you. So if you don't have anything to say anymore am leaving, and please don't try to lure me out anymore with these dirty tricks of yours"I says, ready to stand up. Tired and fustrated with this whole charade and repeated threats of hers.

"Sit, am not done talking"She says with such authority that seemed to rattle me as she slams her hands on the coffee table.

"Okay, but am only sitting here just because am not ready to leave." I say mustering, I stare around my surroundings on edge and not liking the situation.

"Soon things are going to fall back in place, and you. You'll become an old Sub-story".She then says smirking as she laughs out.

The feeling of dread and anxiety begins to creeps down my spine as I replay her words over and over again.

"What have you done?"I ask, knowing now that her words weren't just empty threats.

"Ohh, Me?. Well I just prepared "The perfect gift for you". She then says smirking with a dark look on her face glaring at me with her eyes full of hate.

"Wow, Vivian. Do you look at the mirror at all?"I asked shocked to see that the woman I first saw in that party is completely different from the one sitting in front of me.

"What?"She says, her composure crumbling as she seems baffled by my words.

"You need to get a mirror right now to see how you look. Look how your obsession has made you look pathetic, it has made you a former version of yourself. Having one sided love or affection for him has only made you turn into something you can't recognize."I then say, staring into her eyes, as she scrambles to grab a mirror from her bag fuzzing over her face.

"You lair, I look as I always do. You're just saying nonsense"She says laughing out.

"They say a mirror reflects the better version of a person's appearance . But look at yourself in the mirror all I see is obsession, hate and a lot of crazy darling and that isn't healthy"I say, before grabbing my bags as I started marching out before her words stop me in my tracks.

"Remember my promise right?"She says as she moves towards me, staring at me.

"I'm going to break Damien till he's nothing but a tiny pieces. If I can't have him whole I'll just have to break him to have him. And my little present to you will be the perfect weapon to cause that perfect dent am so earnest searching for"She says in a sing song voice, before walking out.

Baffled and Confused by her words. As I walk home slowly with my shaky leg. Replaying her words over and over again.

Those very words which resounds in the back of my mind.

On getting back home thankfully in one piece, I proceed to open the door to the house.

But was stopped in my tracks, by the scene before me...

There stood Damien, with the very same arms he used in comforting me last night. The very hands he used in caressing me, in touching me is now around a another girl. Not just any girl but one that had legs that seemed to go on forever, with curves that screamed "Shape me how you want" and a face that's quite a show stopper.

Hurt, betrayal, shame,fear, anxiety all mixed and combined coursed through my veins as I try to retain whatever posure my face could carry, Trying not to look like a pregnant blob.

"She damned pulled the Double-edged sword!

"Curse you Vivian"!

Was this the package she kept yapping about?"I thought as I stand erect with my shoulders high, clearing my throat and making my presence known. As I step further into the room putting on a fake and polite smile.

"Well Vivian . Package well received"I whisper biting my words with my teeth.