CHAPTER 89

Damien's POV

Since Lisa left America six months ago, Italy has become my second home. In an effort to find my wife, I have been relocating from one state to another.

She must be in Italy, I'm so sure. That morning, Jude and I saw the takeoff of the aircraft, and I then booked a trip to Italy.

Although I didn't know the precise area she was visiting, I found out it was Verona exactly as I had assumed when I inquired around.

For days, I looked all around Verona but couldn't find the lady with the straight black hair. I believed she was returning to complete the excursion I had cut short or maybe to meet Romeo, but I saw none of them.

She wasn't visible to Alejandro either.

In accordance with Alejandro's advice, I departed Verona for Tuscany, but nothing had changed. Every weekend, I still go to Italy in search of her.

I would already be on my way home if Grandma's call from last night hadn't interrupted me.

I just got off the aircraft in America, and Jude is taking me to see her Grandma.

When Lisa went away, that lady almost lost her mind. I tried to calm her down by saying that I spotted Lisa rushing out of my mansion that morning.

She thought Lisa would never be discovered. She didn't inquire about the nature of our argument, so maybe Lisa had covered all the bases.

Every two weeks, I go to see you. to see how she is doing and to see whether Lisa has spoken to her.

The response is the same each time. Nothing.

There are no calls. No texts are allowed. Nothing appears.

I could tell she was being honest. I was unable to consider that she may be telling me lies about Lisa not getting in touch.

I sometimes get this peculiar impression that Lisa must have suffered a terrible loss, while other times I believe she is okay but doesn't want to be located.

But I want to track her down. I want to ask her for pardon. In particular, I want her to understand that I want my child in order to put things right.

I didn't grow up despising kids. I adored them and yearned for many of them, but the agony of losing my wife and kid to death's icy grasp in the same evening made me bitter.

The infant passed away first. even before she passed away.

When I don't blame myself for Helena's passing, I will sometimes blame the child. She was aware of his demise.

Her stomach was covered by her hands. She gave up since she did not sense any movement.

Maybe she would have made it if she hadn't been expecting. Maybe she would still be alive and I would have a large family with her if she hadn't stormed out of the home in rage.

But she was furious and expecting.

She thought the world of our infant. Up until that evening, when I saw the lady I loved with everything in me being choked to death, it meant everything to me as well.

Who will comprehend that all of it has still scarred me? I kept Lisa in the dark for a purpose. She was only aware of my loathing of infants, not its underlying cause.

I currently do the majority of my business in Italy. Before I ran into some problems a few years ago and Helena's passing forced me to entirely close it down, I used to have a branch in Italy.

Italy is where I grew up, but when she passed away, I stopped traveling there altogether since that was where we were going to have our kid.

But I returned to Italy months ago when Lisa was visiting because I missed having her around the home and I couldn't even recall what had stopped me from traveling there before.

Most of the time, I'm required to be here, but Gabriel has been incredibly helpful.

His wife is about to give birth, and my new assistant works just as hard as Lisa.

I kept Anna on the job. It was my mum. I wanted Anna to go on her own accord, but I didn't even have the time to carry out my original plans to annoy her until she was fed up with working for me.

After I informed my mother that I had seen her having sex in my office, she was shocked to find her there. She let her go.

She was the one who brought her in the first place, so I wasn't worried. Out of the 200 persons who sought to be my assistant, Gabriel selected the finest for an interview, which I requested him to arrange.

I continue to put in just as much effort, but something has changed. My thoughts are sometimes thousands of kilometers or even whole seas away.

I can't see Lisa, but I think about her often. I miss her and I worry and am anxious.

her grin. her lip-biting technique. She scowls. She spoke with worry. The only thing I can do at this point is locate her and make apologies. I only wish I could turn the hands of time back so I could make things right.

I wasn't trying to harm her. I had no idea that by apologizing for what had transpired between us, I would leave a permanent scar on her heart.

My housekeepers have been really dependable. Before I departed for Italy, I got them all together and warned them not to talk about what occurred that morning—Lisa stealing her luggage—ever again. I explained to them that we had a little disagreement and that she would shortly return home.

Mother has been interrogating me on her absence as well as that of my father, but I have informed them that she is in Italy on business.

I'm starting to question if she truly is in Italy and where she is hiding now. Her phone was not traceable by my private investigator, and I have no idea when this will all be over.

We quickly arrive at her grandmother's home when the automobile makes a left turn and turns.

Before returning home to take a shower and go to work, I want to first visit her. Why did she call me, I wonder.

Jude pulls into the driveway, parks the vehicle, and advances to open the door for me. I get out of the vehicle and go up to the front door after setting my bag down.

Safina, Grandma's maid, throws open the door before I can arrive. Before allowing me inside, she gives me a kind grin.

I kindly say "Good morning, Safina" and smile.

She bows and says, "Good morning, Damien."

She comes before I can inquire about Grandma, her eyes bulging and appearing quite exhausted.

Has she shed tears recently?

I instinctively rush toward her and embrace her, telling her that everything will be well. I told her I would locate Lisa, and I don't see myself giving up on this hunt any time soon.

If not for anybody else but the lady who first forced Lisa to sign this contract.

I touch her back while she cries, blinking to keep my emotions under control.

"I'll track her down. Grandma, you don't have to weep. I can vouch for her wellbeing.

She lets go of the embrace and smiles at me while sobbing.

Say, "Sit down!" She wipes her face with a handkerchief as she speaks with unwavering authority.

Is everything all right? I demand as I keep a careful eye on her. The tears must have been brought on by something. She saw a photo of Lisa's youth the last time she sobbed. What's it like right now?

She grins again, "Yes and no," and my interest grows.

"Lisa…"

My eyes and ears are both open wide as I sit up. This relates to Lisa. Did she experience anything? Will she return? Have they spoken recently? Did Lisa try to contact her?

She told me "She called me", and I nearly grabbed her hand in relief. I can't believe I have also been hesitantly embracing the idea that she is really alive and not lost or dead.

She says, "Lisa is in Paris," and my mouth drops open. Tomorrow, we're heading to Paris to look for her. I and you.