𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟏

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I woke up to screaming and yelling, making me jerk up and run out of my bedroom to see what was going on. I realized today that Alex was supposed to be back from the underground; my guess is he wasn't, and Avalina was mad.

And I was right; the second I stepped downstairs, the foyer was filled with all of my friends and Ava screaming at Damon. "He was supposed to be back today! I don't care if this is some trick, but this isn't what you guys promised."

Damon clenched his jaw. "I can't tell you; it's not my place, and I won't tell you. Just wait until he comes back."

I paused, not liking Damon's response. As much as I loved Damon, and he's been through a lot with me, Ava deserved to know the truth.

I spoke up, feeling the urge to stand up for Avalina. "What do you mean? She's his fiancé; you can't just manipulate her, thinking that it's fine."

Grayson placed his hand on my back, shaking his head at me.

"Stella, no interfering. I don't see how Ava is related to you."

I rolled my eyes. "She's a woman; it makes her my sister." Feminist.

Avery sighed. "Ava, come with me." Ava took Avery's hand, and they left the entrance hall, leaving an awful silence behind them. Honestly, I know it isn't my business, but Ava should be notified if something happens to Alex; he's her soon-to-be husband.

"Right, you're coming with me; since you want to interfere, I might as well use your help." Damon grabbed my hand, pulling me upstairs. We stopped in front of my bedroom. "Go change; we're heading somewhere. Wear something...formal."

I nodded, walking into my room and grabbing a pair of red Saint Laurent heels and a black silk dress with spaghetti straps. I couldn't even shower; Damon was rushing me. I brushed my hair, leaving it down.

Grabbing my phone, which was annoying me with notifications, I put it on DND and placed it inside my red Saint Laurent purse that was matching my heels. I hope we're going somewhere worthy; I look like a goddess. I am a goddess. Everywhere I go, I shine the place with my gorgeousness.

Not the time for your confidence.

I walked out of my bedroom, finding Damon on his phone. "I swear to God, if these fans don't stop fangirling over my wife, I'm going to track them down."

I grinned as we walked down the stairs, holding Damon's arm for support. "You are getting many compliments on social media, don't you know that?"

Damon chuckled. "I know, but Marcella owns me, and everyone should know that."

"Bye guys, be safe." Marcella kissed Damon, making me smile at them. "Don't forget me; kiss me!" I whined. She giggled, placing a peck on my cheek.

Marcella raised an eyebrow at Damon. "Protect my girlfriend."