Alicia POV
Two years ago
I wept profusely as I got the message of the cancellation of my wedding to Damon. Our wedding was the next day and everybody had already anticipated for this day to come for me, they all knew how much I loved Damon.
Though I had no single clue as to what was the cause of the call off I still had expected Damon to had called rather than sending me a text message. The thought of having to send out a message to my invitees about Damon calling off the wedding had me shed tears even more.
Despite of all that I was feeling inside I can never hate Damon rather my love for him grew. I knew he had his eyes on someone else that he couldn't reach but still that didn't stop me. I loved him ever since our university days where we both studied a different course but still cross each other's part daily.
Our first meeting had brought about "love at first sight" for me. It was like an over used drama scene when a girl is been pushed over by an handsome guy in a hurry and both their things are misplaced in each other, then the kind hearted guy stops to help out after apologising to the said girl. That's how our first meeting was.
Damon looked so cool helping me out, I didn't even realize then that I was drooling until after he was done packing my things and he said, "your lips" I thought he meant something else as my cheeks blushed pink staring into his dazzling shimmering blue eyes.
My eyes had blinked several times when he used his napkin to wipe off the drool from my lips. "It's gone" he said before helping me up, my heart was racing as I felt the spark when I touched his firm hands that had gripped me tightly before pulling me up.
He wore back his airpod and ran off, leaving me to calm my racing heart and baffling mind, "did he feel what I felt?.... I really hope that he did" I said to myself as I gave my heart an order to control herself. The worst part was that I didn't even know his name, department or his phone number, at least then I would've been able to locate or send Interpol to track him down him.... Just kidding, but it is possible when you have money and connections and I do have that.
We met again though at a car wash for charity, he was the attendant who was in charge of my car, believe me seeing him shirtless and ready to wash my car had turn me on that instant, the urge to run my hands through that chest of his was devilishly tempting, so much that I tried to avoid looking at it.
But what can you do if that chest come close to you to shield you from the holes water that had gotten loose, like my knight Damon had blocked the water from splashing on me. All of our scenes so far was a fairytale kind used in movies to entice the viewers but now that it happened to me I now know how much real it was.
'Are you alright?" He asked and I nodded my head smiling, he smiled back which brought in hope that he might actually be feeling what I was feeling. I really didn't want any of this to be wrong signals and that he was only being nice.
Him loving me back wasn't the only thing that scared me, seeing him working at the car wash, coffee shop and even the school library on some occasion that I do visit made me feel like he was in need of some money and he was poor, being poor is something my dad can't stand with and if someday I was going to bring him home I didn't want him being poor even though I didn't mind.
"Thanks" I had said before finally taking the initiative, "My name is Alicia, what's your?" I boldly asked hoping he would respond.
"Damon" I heard him say, even his name rolling out of his lips was sexy in my head.
"Care for some lunch after..." I bit my lips as I said to him, taking the initiative might be the reason I might crap my pants, "it's for saving me" I quickly added.
"I prefer having dinner to lunch" he smirked.
"Dinner seems fine" I said sounding extremely desperate.
"Alright I will see you at Only steak, 8pm..... Please don't be late, I hate having to wait" Damon smiled as he went back to his work.
You wouldn't believe the happiness that had flooded my face that very faithful day that had later turned unfortunate.
I was there at Only steak at 7:45 I was already seated waiting for him to arrive. 8pm had passed and so was the other hours after and yet no sign of him, for someone who hated tardiness he was so late.
I wasn't still deterred even at close to the closing hour of the steak house, I still believe he was working late and that soon he would come but for how long was I going to keep being optimistic about it. I was hungry and tired, for the whole day I hadn't eaten anything which was why I suggested lunch and he said dinner, I was so busy figuring out what to wear that I had forgotten how to eat.
Even at the steak house I deemed it rude if he does arrive and saw me already eating so I held back. I returned home that day heartbroken and hungry, my desperation had led me wanting for more. The next day I went mad searching for a Damon in every department at the faculty, nobody knew who he was, it was just he was a ghost and had only lived in my imagination.
Even the guys at the car wash said they didn't know anyone by the name Damon, it was crazy cause they saw me with him and then now they didn't know he exist, come on.
I finally gave up finding him when after a month any guy I saw I believed it was him.
When I was through with school I returned back to New York, there I heard for two years now that my dad hasn't been feeling well since he lost his only friend who turned out to be....
As my eyes fell on him again after two years of departing without a word, I was stunned as to how he had changed suddenly to this man that he was. Damon had came to talk business with dad and there he saw me.
I now understood that he left that day because his father had suddenly died and he had no choice but to board a plane immediately to be with his family. I was really happy that among everyone who knew him at the University I was the only one who knew his real name.
This was when I began to push the idea of marriage with him to my father. Damon was a perfect fit, he wasn't poor like I had thought and was only doing those minor jobs to aid his department at that time, he was also a son to my father's friend and they were now business partners.... In all in all, Damon was my father potential son in law.
Slowly I had moved into their mansion, met his mother who by the way loved me in an instant, I also met Xander who was a flirt.... hidden things happened between us but let keep that aside for now and beside he was in a relationship with this farm girl, Elizabeth my soon to be arch nemesis.
Damon agreed to the wedding but a day it to it, here I am, with tears in my eyes. I summoned up courage and strength into Damon's mansion only to find out he was now married to Elizabeth. Damon had been smiling throughout, all through our wedding preparation not once did he smile at me, I was always the one trying to lighten up the mood.... Now can you pity me?
I wanted to run away, flee from here to an unlikely place where no one would know my whereabouts, like a country in Africa... I always wanted to visit the most populous nation there being Nigeria after my University but never got the chance, maybe now I would go and soak up in the sun for a while.
Beatriz had sighted me, infact she was the one who stopped me with a proposition she thought will be beneficial to the both of us. When she said that it had something to do with another wedding with Damon I decided to give it a chance.... The real reason I had returned a year later.
For a real wedding with Damon she said that I transfer half of my wealth to Xander's name. I found it a bit ridiculous but it didn't stop me from seeing it as nothing that I couldn't do to be with Damon. As agreed I had given her half of my wealth including the one my dad had transferred in my name as well as six percent of the shares I personally accumulated in his firm--- all for Damon.
Beatriz had given me the go ahead to leave and that she would get back to me when everything was settled.... This was the beginning of my insanity. I took a mental health class for a month and had visited my therapist twice a month before I had travelled to Nigeria, believe it or not that place is hot as hell though I still stayed before starting a tour around Europe for a month.
I was already getting myself until I got the call that Elizabeth was dead, the next day Beatriz said I should get myself prepared to return.
Two years after; on the day of Beatriz's arrest
Oh... Beatriz, how I wanted you to be my mother in law so bad turns out you only got what you wanted and just want to abandon me, but I , Alicia will never be abandoned by you instead I shall make sure I rain down on you regrets that will last for a life time.
I am the only one who saw Damon's mother arrest coming because I sold her off... I gave the detective information that she was the one who paid both the doctor and nanny money to kill off that useless surrogate mother, I didn't stop there as I tampered with the CCTV footage and made it seem like Beatriz was the last person to go in to meet Rachel the night of her murder, though she did make a visit right before Damon but she wasn't the one who stabbed her, I did.
I was just sick and tired of seeing that secretary with my man, as if Elizabeth hadn't done worst things to me already by stealing him off before my wedding and now a lowly secretary that is trying to rise to the top now has him tied down... Getting rid of her was the only choice that I had, though now that you've seen it she wasn't even a threat to begin with but Priscilla was.
Damn! I hate that bitch.
Rather thank faithful to Beatriz I chose Damon's side and told him everything, he had even surprised me with a wedding proposal that had me saying yes to him, he later took the week off and came back to deal with the affairs today.
I am yet to shove it into that surrogate face that I was now engaged to Damon, maybe in due time I will now we need to deal with Beatriz for good.
I already have a lot of evidence that will pin her down forever, like the testimony of the doctor and nanny. Beatriz was in for a long ride, at least now she will be well acquitted to know that she should never make a deal to a woman in pains.
It's time to pay the criminal a visit.