Unveiled (Torn #6)(30)

This house had nothing to do with me; it was entirely about him and Claudine. Staring at its gorgeous lavishness, I wondered if he ever came home and stood there, just as I was doing right that instant, pondering what life might have been had he pursued what his mind was set on. Had he done so, he would possibly be greeted by his first child with Claudine.

It was pointless to torture myself in such a way, yet it was my way of thinking with perspective, seeing what the future was supposed to be. A part of me understood why Claudine hadn’t left his life—that she was fighting for what she thought was rightfully hers—because, in a way, she had healed him; thus shaping him to the man he was. It was she who had cured him. It was she who had listened to him spout the brokenness that was eviscerating his existence. And, if he was right in his statement that he had meant to head down the same route Carter had, then it was Claudine who had saved him.

I was the culprit behind it all—the bad guy—and even after it all, I had the gall to take it all away once she had patched the destroyed Dimitris.

Then there I was again, threatening it once more, willing to fight her nail for nail, tooth for tooth, wrath for wrath, for what we both loved.

Good luck to us both. May the best bitch win





Chapter 15


Dimitris


After several missed calls and ignored voicemails, my phone beeped for a text message…stating that Lindsey arrived thirty minutes ago and was now inside his home since I hadn’t picked up any of their calls and that she was in the approved list of people to be let through, they didn’t question her when she asked to go inside the house.

My security team was meticulous with these sorts of situations and I couldn’t help but dread Lindsey’s surprised visit. Especially not after the kind of scandal that unfolded that greeted me early Christmas morning. Had she shown up the night prior, I would’ve been overly rapturous. But after this enormous scandal that I had no clue how or who was behind it, it simply placed me in a supremely vulnerable position. The media had no idea the kind of damage they had unfolded.

So here I was, stuck in my parked car in Pappou’s villa after bidding them all a blessed goodnight, trying to figure out how to face the woman that would surely leave me in a heartbeat. Was that why she’s here? To confront me about it? I was almost sure she had an alert on her phone every single time my name appears in the internet. If that’s the reason, then why hadn’t she called me to begin with…at least then, I’d have an idea or a roughened estimate of her anger towards me…or if I was still be redeemable in her eyes.

After the news broke, I immediately called Claudine, demanding if she had any part of it because the photos though obviously taken from the windows, it was glaringly and unmistakably clear who the subjects were. When Pappou called an hour later reserving his lecture as he questioned what it was all about, I was utterly left bereft as I found myself questioning the events of that night. Undoubtedly, there were things I had done but had a vague recollection of it.

“Lindsey…f*uk…I’m sorry,” I whispered much to myself, destroyed at the knowledge that I almost had what I wanted and through reckless actions, I’m about to lose it all once more.

How often had I ignored Lindsey’s warnings and wiles, demanding that I stop seeing Claudine? Surely she had sensed something that I surely couldn’t. But it was rather too late for regrets. I must deal with this and whatever the outcome of my dishonorable actions.

I felt like a man who was bounded for the scaffold ready to be executed. It wasn’t a far-fetched contrast since Lindsey held the key to my future, and without her—

“f*uk—” Groaning as I closed my eyes, recalling that very fragile moment when she decided to leave me for the very first time, never experiencing anything like it. The distinct lacerating ache that I got in my chest was unforgettable. And it was only a matter of time until she’d impart me with the same gift that I vowed never wanted to experience again in the same lifetime. But the joke was clearly lost on me because this time, it was my undoing.

Taking a deep shattering breath, I reluctantly turned on the engine before pulling out of the villa and headed for home. As much as I wanted to stay and never face the confrontation that awaited me back at home, I knew I couldn’t hide from her forever. I wasn’t a coward, and yet time and time again, when it came to the woman I loved, she always proved me otherwise. Had it been a different woman, I was almost sure I could almost cajole her into forgiving me, or at least work on forgiveness but this was Lindsey…and Lindsey Mason was a caliber all to herself. She had enough money in her own right that surely wouldn’t entice her to double her worth had I offered it in return of being pardoned with this large-scale mishap. Had it been someone else, I could’ve showered them with presents and sincere promises that would benefit us both, but again, I sure know that Lindsey couldn’t be coaxed into anything unless she convinces herself that it was for the best. Of course, one could always resort to proposing marriage since she had persisted about it less than a week ago…but it would be too late now.

The drive from my Pappou’s villa to mine was rather short since I hadn’t minded the speed limit I had been going, I got here in less than ten minutes which normally would take me half an hour give or take. Once the gate opened, I barely acknowledge the security men before driving past them. The second I shifted my car to park, my heart soared as it heavily pounded against my chest, seeming as if it was about to come out of my body. My forehead started to get hot before my hands began to sweat. Every single anatomy in my body felt alive, fully functioning to its full capacity like I was some on illegal narcotics.