Heart of Pains

Chapter Sixteen

Hannah POV:

Dean always gets what he wants; you can never run from him. I even called my pilot to get ready because we were flying out of the country to Australia to visit my kids. Well, it's more like running away from a tempting and passionate encounter. But, you know, I'm a married woman.

But who cares? I go both ways. It's not that hard.

Anyway, these past three days since I left New York City have been some of the best moments I've had, spending time with Leo and Mariel. They always bring joy to my day. I cherish every single moment with them.

However, my joy came to a halt when I opened the door to my villa and found the two people, I despise the most in the world—Dean and Damien.

"What the hell is going on here? Did you two plan this?" I asked, my face showing confusion and shock. Behind the facade, I was as shocked as the word itself.

Damien turned to me, a blank look on his face. Dean was giving me a similar look. But it was Damien who dared to speak up.

"We needed to come to visit you, Hannah, but we didn't know where to find you, so we joined forces." I gaped, realizing that karma is indeed a vicious bitch. Didn't they hate each other?

"All right, gentlemen, come in. Welcome to my home," I reluctantly invited them in and gestured for them to sit in the living room.

However, just as I was about to confront them further, Leo burst into the room, grinning from ear to ear.

"Mom, Uncle Dean called and I told him to..." He trailed off when he recognized Dean and he started jumping around in excitement. "Oh, my God, Mom! Uncle Dean's here!" he screamed the last part at the top of his lungs.

I glared at Dean, the red-hot burn of fury rising within me. That son of a bitch used my son to get to me. One of these days, I'm going to kill him. But for now, I just need to calm down before I end up killing someone.

Mariel came into the room as well, and spotting me, made a beeline for me. She wrapped her tiny hand around one of my legs and peered up at me with pleading green eyes.

"Mommy, I want you to carry me, please," she pleaded. I wondered why my daughter wanted me to carry her.

"Aww, what's wrong, darling?" I asked, planting a gentle kiss on her chubby cheek.

She smiled strangely at me and said, "I think I like that uncle over there." She was pointing towards Damien.

"Baby, he's not an uncle to you; that's Damien, my husband," I explained gently. Mariel giggled loudly as I tickled her ribs with my mouth.

"What? Mommy has a husband?!" Leo exclaimed with his cute little manly voice. He pouted up at me. "I thought I was your husband, Mommy!" I chuckled and walked over to him.

"Well, you'll always be my first husband, honey, and nothing can change that. You're my little prince," I assured him, picking him up.

"Yay!" Leo squealed kissing me on the cheek. "Thanks, Mommy!"

I grinned back at him, his attitude infectious before my eyes met Damien and Dean's. Ugh, great. I have to deal with them.

Setting Leo and Mariel down, I squatted down to their level, looking them both in the eyes with a stern yet loving look.

"Alright, guys, I need you to go to your nanny now while I discuss something with Uncle Dean and Mr. Damien," I instructed them, tousling Leo's hair and planting a quick peck on Mariel's cheek. They ran off hand in hand to find their nanny.

I then turned to Damien and Dean.

"Alright, gentlemen, let's get down to business. Why are you guys talking to each other? I mean, aren't you supposed to be throwing punches at each other's jaws? Seriously, what's going on?" I questioned, nodding my head for them to continue.