Heart of Pains

Chapter Nine

Hannah:

I carefully soothed Leo, trying to calm him down as I arrived in Australia. The doctor informed me that Leo had been poisoned, and I hurriedly made my way to his room. He lay there peacefully, unaware of the danger he had faced. The doctor assured me it wasn't a severe case and that Leo would be discharged the following day.

I gently kissed Leo's forehead, hoping my love would comfort him. Setting him beside Mariel, I ensured they were comfortable in the VIP room. The room, designed with their well-being in mind, provided them with comfort. After ensuring their safety, I stepped outside, ensuring the security team was in position before venturing out.

I took a moment to set up my iPod and dialed a number, and the call connected instantly.

"What do you have?" I asked, my voice cold and determined.

The voice on the other end responded promptly, informing me that Kathy, was a spy from a mafia, and had refused to cooperate. With the help of our spy, we discovered the hiding place of the mafia boss. Kathy was currently with the boss, and the question of whether we should eliminate them arose.

"Leave the innocent ones untouched, but bring the boss and Kathy to our favorite spot. I need to address something," I commanded, my words sharp and persistent.

"Yes, my queen," the voice acknowledged. "Is there anything else?"

"There is, but we'll discuss it when we meet in person," I replied, ending the call and disposing of the SIM card.

I returned to the room where my precious children lay, only to find them playfully entangled in a brawl. Mariel and Leo, with their innocent smiles, seemed to be engaged in a friendly competition, with Mariel often emerging as the victor. I carefully rearranged them, ensuring their safety and comfort before tucking them in and adjusting their duvet.

Sitting beside them, I opened my laptop and immersed myself in work. The hours slipped away unnoticed, and as the first rays of morning light painted the room, I found solace in falling back into the warmth of the bed, nestled between my slumbering angels.

Life had taken on a sweeter tone ever since Mariel and Leo entered my world. They brought out a motherly, fun-loving side of me that few knew existed. We embarked on adventures with Owen, exploring places like the zoo, museum, cinema, and park. I had taken measures to shield them from the prying eyes of the media.

As for the mafia boss and Kathy, I had taken care of them. While I wasn't a murderer, I wasn't one to hesitate when it came to protecting my loved ones. Those who dared to cross me faced dire consequences, and the mere mention of my name sent chills down the spines of those in the underworld.

My story wasn't a fairytale with a prince charming and a happily-ever-after. The pain was a constant companion, a reminder of the darkness that surrounded me. However, my children became my reason to keep fighting, a motivation to endure. Scratch that. They were the most important reason for my existence.

After a month of making sure that Leo was okay and enjoying a break spending time with my children in Australia, today marked the day I'd confront my demons. I would return to the place that haunted my nightmares for many years. But before leaving, I bid my children goodbye, promising to call them every day and visit them again soon.

"Mommy, we love you," they chorused, their innocent voices filling my heart with warmth.

"I love you both, always," I whispered, my eyes filled with love and longing. "Come on, my little ones. It's time to go inside and be good for your new nanny." They nodded in understanding, holding hands as they scampered off inside. I entered my car, and as my driver took the wheel, we set off toward our destination.

Upon arriving, I boarded my private jet, ready for the journey ahead. We swiftly reached our destination, and I went to my room, discarding my clothes and slipping into a red silky lingerie set. Exhaustion weighed heavily on me, and I succumbed to sleep.

When I finally arrived in New York City, I consciously tried to conceal my emotions, preparing to sneak into my so-called husband's house. However, the day had other plans for me. A disturbing silence greeted me as I entered the house—profound and unsettling. Making my way upstairs, I noticed a pair of pink panties tied with a bow on the stairs—a familiar item that belonged to my beloved husband. Without paying attention, I continued toward Damien's open bedroom door.

I had never stepped foot inside that room before, but the time had come to confront my seemingly devoted husband. I glared at the scene before me—Damien entwined with a plastic bitch.

"Hello, guys," I said, my tone laced with disdain.

Damien abruptly woke, a jolt of surprise coursing through his body. Why he acted surprised, I couldn't fathom.

"Good morning, honey. It's time to get ready for work. Your breakfast will be ready," I stated matter-of-factly, finishing my sentence as the woman beside him stirred and gradually awoke. I couldn't deny her beauty, but she was nothing more than a passing fancy to Damien.

"Honey, who is she?" she inquired, her voice laced with curiosity.

"Yes, Damien, who am I?" I interjected a hint of amusement in my voice. Damien struggled to mask his expression, caught in a web of deceit.

"She's just a bitch that I married," he replied, his words revealing his true feelings.

"No, my dear, I'm his wife," I declared, my tone unwavering.

"I apologize for the intrusion, but I thought he had work today."

The room fell silent, the tension palpable. A torrent of emotions surged within me, but I held my ground, refusing to let them see my vulnerability. With a final remark, I turned to leave, relishing in the satisfaction of my cutting words.

"Slut, how was your journey?" Damien questioned a futile attempt to regain control.

"Please don't forget to pick up your panties from the stairs. I'd like to see your cum on the floor. It was a delightful trip—the best month of my life. Thank you for asking, Damien," I retorted, walking away. The sight of his stunned expression was a sight to behold.

Returning to my room, I entered the sanctuary that was solely mine. I took a refreshing shower and retrieved my diary, jotting down the day's events. Writing was my solace, allowing me to express my tumultuous emotions. Once I finished, I delved into work. As a model and actress, my public persona kept me occupied.

Still, behind the scenes, I managed various companies—dealing with cars and oil and owning a modeling and acting agency. Financial stability was never an issue, with Owen overseeing the paperwork and my virtual presence ensuring smooth operations.

When lunchtime arrived, I decided to prepare my meal. Connecting my wireless iPod, I awaited any incoming calls. As expected, my phone rang, and it was Dean Mason, an actor with whom I had a history—a complicated entanglement we maintained discreetly.

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