Revenge of the Once Timid Heiress

On my wedding night, I entered my honeymoon room and found my newly wedded husband with my socalled best friend.

I confronted them, and my husband pushed me out the window. I fell to the cliff below, seriously injuring my face and most of my body. I waited for death but luckily, I didn't die. I was rescued by my husband's stepbrother, who nursed me back to health, and got me a new face.

This new face afforded me the opportunity to get revenge on my husband and best friend, and I wouldn't fail my mission.

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Chapter 1

I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I took off my wedding dress and substituted it for some sexy red lingerie I'd bought on the internet. I'd just gotten married to Damian Hale, the heir to Hale Oil and Gas, and the absolute love of my life, and I was giddy with happiness.

Damian didn't know it yet, but he was in for a surprise. He was a bit uptight about affection and sex, and he'd asked to wait until our wedding night until we could become intimate.

“Well, the time has come.” I said eagerly.

We were in a fully secluded villa in the Hamptons, a taxi ride away from the hotel where the wedding guests lodged, so they wouldn't hear my screams of pleasure.

I tiptoed to Damian's room. Knowing him, he was already in the shower. My plan was to sneak into his room and lay seductively on his bed, giving him the most pleasant surprise when he came out of the shower.

I was about to open the door to his room when I heard a scuffle. I paused, trying to understand what wad going on.

“Say it. Your wife will never please you like this.” A familiar female voice moaned.

My breath caught in my throat. Who was she? What was going on? What would Damian tell her?

Damian groaned out, “You're right. Sophia is so frigid and unattractive to me. I don't want to make love to her.”

“So you'll be thinking of me all night?”

“You best believe it, Tiffany.” Damian answered with a huff.

On hearing that, I lost my balance and crashed against the door which gave way, and I stumbled into the room.

Tiffany, my best friend and Damian were entangled under the sheets, their faces red and sweaty from

lovemaking. My bestfriend and my husband were having an affair.

“Damian! Tiffany! How could you do this to me?”

I screamed.

Damian jumped up from the bed and pulled his boxers up, “Shut up! People will hear!”

“No, they won't!” I sobbed, “We're all alone, remember? Oh wait! Tiffany is here too!”

Tiffany glared at me and I couldn't believe it. Tiffany and I had been bestfriends since high school, and we were as close as biological sisters.

“Why are you sleeping with my husband? When did this affair start?”

“Because I love her, not you!” Damian answered harshly, his face a scary mask, “And it started the day you introduced us.”

I gasped, heartbroken. Two weeks after I'd started dating Damian, I'd introduced him to Tiffany.

“So you love her! Then why did you keep deceiving me? Why did you marry me?” I wailed.

Damian chuckled heartlessly, “Because I needed a merger between your family's company and mine. The only way your father would agree to that was if I married you.”

Righteous anger filled me, “Well, you can kiss your precious merger goodbye. I'm calling my lawyer; I want a divorce!”

With that, I starred to walk away, but Damian roughly dragged me back, “Don't even think about it! I'm not going to let you destroy everything I've worked for!”

I struggled against him, trying to regain my freedom, but Damian wad too strong. He shook my shoulders, “You will not ask me for a divorce! You will continue to be my wife!”

“And watch you sleep with my best friend? Over my dead body!” I said in his face.

Damian's eyes burned with anger. He absolutely hated it when he didn't get his way.

“Fine! Have it your way!” With a small smile, Damian dragged me over to one of the gigantic windows in the room, “Say hello to the fish!”

Before I could blink, he pushed me over the ledge.

“Nooooo!” I screamed fearfully as I fell off the villa, which sat on a high cliff. I closed my eyes as I hit the rocky ground below, the water surrounding me. I cried from the pain of the injuries I'd gotten from the fall, and from the absolute betrayal I'd been handed by Damian and Tiffany.

Distantly, I heard Tiffany ask Damian, “Do you think she's dead?”

“As dead as a doornail. Nobody can survive such a huge fall.” Damian answered.

“Phew! I'm glad we got rid of her. She was becoming unbearably annoying.” Tiffany laughed.

“Let's continue from where we left off. I have enough adrenaline to go for another round.” Damian's voice grew faint as they left the window.

“That's what I love about you, Damian.” The satisfaction in Tiffany's voice was crystal clear. They felt no remorse for what they'd done to me.

How could I have been so wrong about them?

Unbearable pain racketed through my body, and I closed my eyes, waiting for death's call..

When I opened my eyes, I saw myself in a pristine white room.

“Am I in heaven?” I wondered. The door opened and an old man in a lab coat entered.

“Thank God! You're awake!” He exclaimed, writing something in a chart. That was when I realized I was in a hospital. I had somehow survived what had happened to me. I suddenly remembered Damian and the hatred on his face as he had pushed me out the window, and I started crying. The machines close to me began to beep, and the doctor tutted, “Dear, stop thinking about whatever it is your thinking about. We don't want your heart rate rising, or you'll have a cardiac arrest!”

I forced myself to calm down, and tried to wipe my tears. That was when I noticed both my arms and my legs were in a cast.

“Where am I?”

“You're in a private clinic in the Hamptons.” The doctor answered.

“Who brought me here?”

“I did.” The door opened, and a young man walked in. He was blond, with beautiful hazel eyes, and a bone structure to die for. He looked familiar but I couldn't remember where I'd met him.

“Thank you for saving me.” I tried to smile, but my face felt numb.

“It's no problem.” He answered, settling in one of the chairs in the room. In sweats, he looked nice but I forced myself to remember there were more important things to do.

“How did you find me?”

“I'm a fan of sailing,” He explained succinctly, “Last night, I rented a boat to sail the quiet waters and I heard a scream followed by a thud, then I found you and brought you here.”

He smiled pityingly, and once again I was struck by how familiar he looked.

“Excuse me, do I know you from somewhere?”

He chuckled, “I'm hurt you don't remember me. I'm Ethan. Ethan Hale, your husband's stepbrother.”

Shivers of fear worked up my spine. Yes, Ethan was Damien's stepbrother from his late father's mistress. I'd seen him around a few times when I'd followed Damian to his family house for dinner. Ethan was usually quiet and mostly kept to himself, but he was still related to Damian. If Damian knew I was still alive, it was only a matter of time before he tried to kill me again.

“Please, please, don't tell Damian I'm here.” I begged.

Ethan looked uncomfortable, “Don't worry, he doesn't know. Nobody knows.”

I was stunned. Why would Ethan rescue me and keep it a secret?

“Oh, don't look so surprised, I know my elder brother wanted to kill you.”

My eyes bugged, “What? How did you know?”

“When you fell, Damian and some woman came to check if you were really dead. When they saw you weren't moving, they were happy.” Ethan answered, his face devoid of expression.

As much as I knew it, it still broke my heart to hear Ethan say Tiffany and Damian had tried to kill me. It was unfair really. I had made many sacrifices for them, and in return they'd treated me worse than dirt.

“So, why did Damian try to kill you?”

I spat angrily, “I caught him cheating on me with my bestfriend, and I told him I was going to divorce him.”

Ethan's jaw bulged, “I'm not surprised. Damian has a knack for eliminating anybody who stands in his way.”

From the way Ethan's body tightened, I could tell he had his own greviances against Damian. The man who had decieved me, who had taken my heart and crushed it without regard.

The doctor cleared his throat, “Uhm, there's something you two need to see.”

“Surprise, surprise.” I muttered beneath my breath.

Suddenly, the camera cut from the newscaster, and showed Damian addressing a horde of reporters. His eyes were redrimmed, his hair was dishevelled and his clothes were rumpled. He was unlike himself. The Damian I knew would never let the press catch him looking haggard.

He looked into the camera and his eyes filled with tears, “My heart is shattered. I don't know what I did to deserve this. My wife of only a few hours fell to her death, and I'm so devastated. I loved Sophia with all my heart, and I don't know if I will ever love again. Please, be kind to me and Sophia's people as we navigate these trying times, thank you.”

My heart began to pound with rage, “Liar!”

The machines hooked to me began to beep again, and the doctor came to soothe me, “Stop it, Miss Caldwell!”

“Calm down, Sophia.” Ethan laid a hand on my cast. For some reason, some of my anger ebbed at his touch, but not all.

“I can't calm down,” I growled, “Didn't you see him lying about me? He's going to get the merger with my family, and he's going to keep having an affair with my bestfriend! I can't let that happen! I have to destroy Damian Hale and everything he stands for, and I have to do it now!”

Ethan sighed, “Sophia, you're not in any state to do that.”

“Why?”

The doctor chimed in, “Dear, you have thirteen fractures in your limbs, and thirteen stitches in your abdomen. Your ribs are broken, and your face ...”

“What about my face?” Fear gripped me by the neck.

The doctor sighed and held a mirror out to my face. What had been a beautiful feminine face was now a foreign landscape mutilated with huge cuts and bruises, most of which had been sutured and patched.

“Arrrrgh!” I screamed in abject horror.

“I can't believe Damian did this to me,” I sobbed loudly, “He ruined my face!”

Ethan placed a reassuring hand on my cast, “Remember, you mustn't let your emotions run extreme. Your heart is very fragile at the moment.”

How could I not? I remembered my parents. I was their only child. I wondered how they felt thinking I was dead.

“Damian Hale has to suffer for everything he has done to me!” I ground out, my voice an unstable mixture of anger, sadness, and frustration.

Ethan put his hand beneath my chin and brought my eyes to his, “I agree. He has perpetuated evil for so long. But how do we go about it?”

“A man like Damian has secrets that will destroy him. I will expose all his secrets and make sure he suffers the consequences of his actions.” I promised.

“Sir,” The doctor interrupted, “I don't think the lady is in any state for that. It will take at least six months with intense physiotherapy for her fractures to heal, and because of the trauma she has experienced and the drugs we had to give her for her condition, she has a fiftyfive percent chance of having a heart attack.”

Ethan looked like he was considering the doctor's words so I immediately called his name, “Ethan! Look at me. I don't know what Damian has done to you, but I know you want to bring him down almost as much as I do. I'm going to push myself past my limits so I can recover quickly. Please, I'm going to need you to repair, no, reconstruct my face. When I finally get better, I'm going to infiltrate Damian's life, find out the skeletons in his closet and have my revenge.”

Ethan looked up to the ceiling and sighed, “Fine. I'll help you but you must promise not to risk yourself stupidly, and not to do anything to impede your recovery.”

A heavy weight was lifted from my heart, “Yes, I agree.”

Ethan turned to the unhappy doctor, “Dr Rand, I need you to refer us to the best cosmetic surgeon you know. Money is not a problem.”

Seven months later, I was walking on my own and I could move my arms freely. I felt a little pain but it was nothing I couldn't handle. I'd wasted enough time, and I wanted to get my revenge on Damian immediately.

I was holed up in one of Ethan's numerous apartments in Paris, far away from the prying eyes of his family as well as mine.

The events of the last few months played in a nonending loop in my head. My parents had put out many search teams to retrieve my missing body, but they'd all come up empty, so they'd had to bury an empty casket in my name. At my burial, Damian and Tiffany had shed crocodile tears, making the whole world believe they were actually grieving.

After that, Damian had tried to convince my parents to agree to the merger deal with my family's company, telling them it was what I would have wanted. At the moment though, my parents had not given him an answer.

I heard the front door unlock, and Ethan entered, wearing a welltailored suit and holding a paper bag in his hand.

“I brought you croissants, I know how much you like them.” Ethan smiled.

“Thank you,” I tore open the bag and brought out the pastry, munching on it.

Ethan watched me guardedly, and my hackles rose.

“What is it? Is something wrong?”

“I have some news for you but you have to promise me you won't freak out.” Ethan warned.

Eager to hear the news, I nodded.

“Your parents are going to sign the merger deal.”

I dropped the croissant on the floor, “No! No! No! They can't do that! If they do, Damian wins! How did you know? I haven't heard anything on the news!”

After I'd been discharged from the hospital, I'd spent my days soaking up every tidbit of news, facts, and rumours I could find on Damian. If the merger deal was going to happen, I'd have known.

Ethan ran his fingers through his hair, “It's not official yet, but you know Damian. He called me to brag about it. He said the deal will be signed in about three months' time.”

“Shit! That gives me three months to get my revenge!” I'd drawn up an elaborate plan that would take my a year at least, but now I was forced to dump that.

I quickly rushed to my bathroom and went to the mirror. Immediately I saw my face, I stilled. Three months had passed after the extensive reconstructive facial surgery and I still had not gotten used to my new face. It was the antithesis of my old face, angular, slim, with a less pronounced nose and wider lips. While before I'd looked like a choir girl, now I had the aura of a movie star.

I took a pair of scissors from a drawer, and began to snip at my hair. A knock sounded on my bathroom door, and a moment later, Ethan walked in, his hands in his pockets. When he saw my hair on the counter, his eyes widened.

“What are you doing?”

“Cutting off my hair.” My hair had been backlength because that was what Damian liked, but I no longer had to please him. With each lock of hair I cut, I felt like a heavy weight was being lifted off me.

When I'd cut my hair to a chinlength bob, I looked at Ethan through the mirror and asked, “How do I look?”

Without hesitating, Ethan swallowed, “Beautiful as always.”

“Which do you prefer? My old look or this?”

“It doesn't matter. I still know it's you. You're beautiful either ways.”

I nodded, satisfied, “Good to know. Ethan, I'm ready to have my revenge.”

“Sophia, you haven't received a clean bill of health yet.” Ethan complained, “I don't want anything to go

wrong.”

I gripped the edge of the counter, “Ethan! We're running out of time. Either you help me with this, or I sneak out and do it on my own.”

“So, your new identity is Elena Montgomery. You're a Canadian socialite and heiress to three diamond mines but you've spent all your life in the US, and you're looking to invest in Hale Oil and Gas.” Ethan tossed a passport and an ID card to me. We were in a private jet, flying to his family's penthouse in Manhattan.

“You're also my girlfriend,” Ethan looked away and shrugged, “So don't be surprised when I indulge in a little PDA with you.”

“Got it.” I gave him a thumbsup. I was excited and anxious. Finally, my plan to get revenge was underway. After I'd given Ethan the ultimatum in the bathroom, he'd tried to talk me out of it.

When I'd gone to my room and started packing, Ethan had finally given in and twentyfour hours later, we were enroute to the USA.

Ethan glanced at me, “Get some sleep. The jet lag is no joke.”

I nodded and closed my eyes, but I was too keyed up to sleep. So instead, I daydreamt of scenarios where I exposed Damian's dirty linens in public.

Almost a lifetime later, our plane landed in a private hanger. The door opened and Ethan held me as we climbed down the jet to his personal car where a chauffer waited.

His hand on the small of my back gave me rather pleasant sensations, and I almost jumped away from Ethan.

“Do you have to hold me like that? There's nobody here to see.” I asked.

Ethan helped me get into the car before going round and joining me in the backseat.

“Maybe I like touching you.” He whispered quietly as the driver sped off.

Our next stop was at a designer store in Manhattan. I'd shopped there a few times, so I knew their products were sold at exorbitant prices.

“What are we doing here?” I asked Ethan as he got out of the car and held the door open for me.

“We're having dinner with my family, you know how that goes. If you turn up looking like a tramp, my stepmother won't accept you.” Ethan laughed.

I looked at my long dinner dress, “You don't think I look good?”

“You always look beautiful to me. It's going to be a different case for my stepmother.” Ethan guided me into the store, leading me directly to the VIP section.

He called a personal shopper and asked her to get me a dinner gown, “I don't care how expensive it is.”

The personal shopper nodded and brought in a rack of dresses. I tried on about six dresses, and finally decided on a jet black strapless dress with a sequined skirt. Looking at myself in the fulllength mirror, I felt like a black swan.

The personal shopper left me and returned with a jewellery box. When she opened it, I gasped with surprise. In the box were the most beautiful and eyecatching diamond necklace and matching earrings.

“Oh my God! I can't accept it.” I shook my head at the woman.

“Mr Ethan Hale already paid in full for it, and we don't do refunds.” The personal shopper told me.

I had no other option but to accept the jewellery.

Then, the shopper got me a pair of stilleto heels. I stepped into them and took one last look at myself in the mirror. Loving what I saw, I walked out of the VIP changing room.

Ethan was glancing through something on his phone, but when he noticed me, he stared.

“What? Do you like the dress?”

He nodded wordlessly.

“I still think the jewellery is over the top.” I touched the necklace, “You shouldn't have gotten it. I knew it's expensive.”

Ethan rose from his chair and came to meet me, “Are you kidding? The jewellery is the best part. The diamonds match your eyes, and they'll make your backstory more believable as you're supposed to be affiliated with diamond mines.”

Ethan's point made sense, “But I can't accept it from you. I'll pay you back for the expenses you made today.”

Ethan laughed it off, “Sophia, no, Elena, this is no skin off my back. I can afford a billion diamond necklaces.”

Together, we got into his car and the driver put it in motion. Soon, I was sweating profusely in the airconditioned car. With each passing minute, I got more restless and my heart beat faster. I gripped my dress, willing my anxiety to go away.

Ethan must have felt my distress because he took my hand in his.

“Ethan, I'm scared.” I admitted.

“Don't be. You've worked hard to come this far, so you have to see it through.”

I was about to see Damian again. What if I couldn't control my rage? What if I failed?

“Hey, Elena.” Ethan patted my hand, “You're not doing this alone. You've got me by your side. I'll be there to take care of you and protect you. That's my promise.”

Soon, the car stopped in front of an intimidating black skyscraper, and Ethan helped me alight.

“Welcome to Hale Tower. My stepmother is waiting for us in the penthouse.” Ethan told me.

Together, we made our way through the lobby and into the elevator. Throughout all this, Ethan held onto my hand and whispered reassuring words in my ear.

The elevator doors opened and we found ourselves in an expensive apartment with security detail posted by the door.

“Ahh, little brother you've finally arrived.” The voice I heard in my horrific nightmares said.

My eyes widened as Damian Hale walked up to us. I began to fidget but I chided myself, Sophia, don't give yourself away.

“Hello, Damian.” Ethan answered in an annoyed voice, “Sorry I'm late.”

“I can see you brought a plus one too, that's a first,” Damian ribbed, “I mean, I thought maybe you didn't fancy women.”

“Oh he does fancy women,” I spoke up, “especially me.”

I looked Damian in the eye, hoping something would tip him off that he was in the presence of his nemesis. A part of me wanted him to know I was still alive, and that he'd failed.

Damian narrowed his eyes at me for a moment,

“Say, something about you seems familiar. Have we met before?”

My breath hitched, I wanted to scream, “Yes you do! I'm your wife whom you tried to kill!”

But at the same time, I knew I couldn't. So instead, I forced a little smile, “No, we haven't met before. My name is Elena Montgomery.”

Damian held out his hand for a shake, and I took it, squeezing it hard.

Damian grinned, “Quite the grip you have there.”

I immediately released his hand and the three of us went to the large dining room.

I heard Damian whisper to Ethan, “She's feisty, just my type.”

I almost snorted. Damian had told me he loved quiet and demure women, and whenever I'd tried to be fun and lively, he'd frowned at that.

“From that attitude,” Damian continued, “I know she's a wildcat in bed.”

Ethan shoved Damian, “Stop talking about my girlfriend that way.”

“Ethan, stop shoving your brother.” Denise Hale warned. Denise was Damian's mother and Ethan's stepmother. An old woman with exquisite fashion taste and a face that had received more botox injections than I cared to know, she was shrewd and ruthless, and thought Damian could do no wrong.

When she saw me, she eyed me suspiciously, “Ethan, who is your guest?”

“Elena Montgomery,” Ethan introduced as he pulled out a seat for me at the dining table, “She's my girlfriend. Elena, this is Denise, my stepmother.”

Denise assessed me, her eyes noting the necklace around my neck, “Pleased to meet you, dear. If you don't

mind my asking, what do you do for a living?”

I lied smoothly, “Nothing much. You see, my family owns three thriving diamond mines. So, I just keep myself busy investing my money in profitable businesses.”

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Damian's eyes light up. I knew he was searching for investors for a new secret subsidiary of his, and I needed to get more information on that. Who knew, maybe that was what held the key to destroying him.

Damian opened his mouth to ask me a question when a woman rushed into the room.

“OMG! Everyone, I'm sorry I'm late. Traffic was a bitch.” It was Tiffany, my exbestfriend. She was dressed in a short gown and high heels.

Denise eyed her disapprovingly, “Watch your language, young woman.”

“Oops,” Tiffany feigned remorse and dropped a bottle of wine on the table. Then, she leaned in and kissed Damian thoroughly on the lips.

I watched them smooch and anger rose in my stomach. I held my knife tightly, a part of me wanting to stab the treacherous couple.

Ethan shot me a pitying glance and gently tugged the knife away from me.

“Cut it out.” Denise snapped at them, and Damian pulled away from Tiffany.

“Sorry for that,” Tiffany laughed, her cheeks red, “Damian and I love each other so much, sometimes we forget we're not alone in the room.”

“Yes,” Damian took Tiffany's hand and kissed it.

This was the same Damian who had scolded me when I'd tried to display my affections in public. It seemed he no longer minded kissing in public, the hypocrite.

Tiffany looked around the table for the first time and saw me, “Oh, hello. You're new.”

“Hi, I'm Elena, Ethan's girlfriend.” I choked out.

“Oh, Ethan. You finally found a girlfriend, good for you.” Tiffany congratulated him.

Then to me, she said, “I'm Tiffany, Damian's fiancée.”

The whole table went silent. Wheels turned in my head. Just seven months after my 'death', and Damian was already planning to marry Tiffany? The horror of it all.

Denise cleared her throat, “Damian, is this true?”

Damian nodded happily, “Yes, mum. I love Tiffany, and I'm tired of hiding our relationship. I proposed to her this morning, and I'm going to have my secretary release an announcement to the general public.”

Denise hissed, “Is that really smart? We're yet to sign the merger with your dead wife's parents. Don't you

think they'll feel betrayed when they hear you're marrying their daughter's best friend? Moreover, I'm quite shocked you didn't ask for my permission on this. There are more suitable women out t—”

“That's enough, Mummy!” Damian hit his fist on the table, “You don't have to worry about Sophia's parents. All I have to do is shed a few tears and tell them how much I loved their daughter, and I'll have them stupidly earing from the palm of my hand.”

It enraged me that Damian thought my parents were stupid. Back then, he was always respectful and polite towards them, winning their hearts with gifts and thoughtful gestures. To think all that had been one big fat lie.

“As for Tiffany, she may not be from a rich family but I still love her. Without her, I wouldn't have achieved half of what I have today.” Damian finished and kissed Tiffany once more.

Bile churned in my stomach and I abruptly stood up, “Excuse me, I'd like to use the bathroom.”

Ethan stood, “Honey, is something wrong? Do you want me to come with you?”

“Not really, I just have to ... powder my nose.” I answered.

“Okay, hurry back.” Ethan gave me directions to the bathroom and surprised me with a quick peck on my lips.

I stumbled away from the table and into the bathroom stall. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and willed myself to not get mad.

“You can do this,” I mused, “Remember what's at stake here. Don't let your emotions run amock.”

I was encouraging myself when the bathroom door opened and Tiffany walked in.

She went straight to the mirror and began to reapply her lipstick, “Are you scared of Denise? You shouldn't be, she's all bark and no bite.”

I frowned, “Isn't that something rude to say about your future motherinlaw?”

Tiffany guffawed, “Please, she's said worse things about me. She doesn't think I'm good enough for her son.”

I shrugged. Denise had felt the sake way about me too.

“But she's wrong,” Tiffany smacked her lips, “I'm the best fucking thing to happen to her son.”

Tiffany felt so confident, so I decided to shake her up a little bit, “Back at the table, I got a little confused. You said Damian's first wife died, and you're her bestfriend. Don't you feel like you're betraying her by dating her man?”

Tiffany's eyes glimmered with anger, “What are you trying to say? Why would I feel guilty? Damian and I got together after Sophia died.”

Oh my God! How had I not seen this part of Tiffany? She was a heartless liar. I wanted to call her out, but I forced myself to remain cool.

“Sophia? That was her name?” I gazed at her, “What was she like?”

Tiffany laughed bitterly, “Don't get it wrong, I loved her like a sister, but Sophia thought she was better than everyone else. Because she came from a rich and loving family, she considered me a charity case. She always paid for my clothes, introduced me to all her friends, and basically took me everywhere she went.”

I gasped. Tiffany resented me for being a good friend? I'd never thought of her as a charity case, instead I'd considered her as the sister I never had. So this was how she had truly felt about me?

“Did she know you felt this way?”

“God no! I couldn't tell her. What if she stopped being nice to me?” Tiffany used a tissue paper to dab at her lips, wiping off a little smudge.

I shook my head. I'd hoped Tiffany would be remorseful about what she'd done, but she wasn't.

“Does Damian know you felt this way about his exwife?” I asked.

Tiffany shrugged before she stilled and turned around to face me squarely, “Wait a minute! Why are you asking me so many questions about Sophia?”

“Uh ...” I stuttered and thought of a good lie. I didn't want Tiffany becoming suspicious of me, “I don't know her. The whole thing of hooking up with your best friend's widower seems very interesting to me.”

“Very well,” Tiffany relaxed. She returned her lipstick into her purse, “Nice chatting with you. I think you and I need to join forces if we want to marry into this family.”

I blushed, “Ethan and I are not that serious. And why would we need to join forces?”

“Duh,” Tiffany snapped, “To defeat that classist old biddy.”

She was talking about Denise again, “Okay.”

Maybe if I got close to Tiffany, she would admit that Damian had pushed me out of the window. Maybe that was just what I needed. I decided to cover all bases, I would do just about anything to bring Damian and Tiffany down.

“We should hang out sometime,” I offered, “So you can give me tips on how to handle Denise.”

Seeing she'd secured a partner in crime, Tiffany smiled, “I'd like that.”

With that, she exited the bathroom and I followed her, happy with the progress I'd made.

Outside, we found Damian leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets. When he saw us, he flashed us a playboy's grin. Seven months back, the boyish grin would have made me weak in the knees, but now, I was repulsed by it.

“What were you two doing in there?” Damian chuckled as Tiffany embraced him.

Tiffany answered, “We were just touching up on our makeup and talking.”

Damian made a disappointed sound, “And here I was, thinking you two were getting down and dirty in there.”

“Damian!” Tiffany smacked his shoulder with mockaffront, “Could you not say things like that to Elena?”

Damian's eyes slyly shifted to me, “Why not? Elena strikes me as a very intelligent woman who's open to ... explore and experience new things.”

I almost threw up on the spot although I hadn't eaten anything. Was Damian insinuating a threesome with me? From the way, he said it, it was something he frequently indulged in. It pained me that he must have been doing that behind my back when we were together.

“I'm sorry, Mr Hale,” I gritted out, “But I'm not as adventurous as you think.”

Damian shrugged, “Suit yourself, but if you change your mind ...”

“I don't think I will.” I asserted firmly.

Tiffany cleared her throat, “So, Damian what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the table?”

“Mummy sent me to see what's holding you two up. Dinner has been served, and we're waiting for you ladies.”

“Oh,” Tiffany looped her arm through Damian's, “Let's go then.”

Damian unlooped Tiffany's arm, “Honey, why don’t you go ahead to the table? I have stuff to discuss with Elena.”

Tiffany's shoulders slumped and she got an insecure look on her face, “Damian ...”

“Just go.” Damian ordered harshly, and Tiffany reluctantly walked away.

Being left alone with Damian made my hackles rise. I couldn't believe I was facetoface, alone with my attempted murderer.

Damian must have sensed my fear because he raised his hands up, “Hey, I'm not going to harm you, so calm down.”

You have already harmed me! I thought furiously.

“What do you want?” I said, acting calm.

“I want to talk to you about an opportunity to make millions,” Damian rubbed his hands together, “At the table, you said something about building an investment portfolio.”

“Yes,” I agreed, wondering where this was going.

“Well, I have the perfect business for you to invest in.” Damian announced.

“What is it?”

“I can't talk about it yet.”

“Why not?”

“It's a secret. I don't want everyone to find out about it yet.”

“Again, why?”

“I don't want any competitors finding out what I'm up to.” Damian's voice was super casual. I smiled internally, because whenever Damian's voice sounded like that, he was lying.

“Although you're being way too secretive for my liking, you've piqued my interest. I would like to know more about this ... business of yours.”

A satisfied smirk played on Damian's lips as he dipped his hand inside his jacket and brought out a business card.

“Here's my card. You can come over to my office tomorrow, and I'll give you the details.”

As I tried to take the card from him, Damian held onto it, “I swear, Miss Montgomery, you remind me of someone I know. my deceased wife.”

My heart suddenly trembled. Did he really see through me this time?