His Secret (Unfinished)

Prologue

This is the sequel to His Daughter, please read the first story to fully enjoy your reading experience. Please remember to vote and comment if you are enjoying Dom and Georgiana's story so far.

This chapter contains some scenes of violence which might be upsetting to the reader. It is advised that you should only read this if you are 16+ years old. 

3 months later

[Dom]
I had re run that night over and over in my mind. If only I hadn't wasted my time on Jeremy and focused on her, I might have caught up with her before she jumped into that taxi, and maybe just maybe we would still be together.

I had called her phone, left messages countless times, to the point where I was looking pathetic. When I called by her house Donovan said she wasn't there though I was sure I heard her voice before the door was answered. What could I do if she didn't want to see me anymore? I couldn't force her. My violent out burst and Jeremy's revelations about my father had put her off me for good. I was nothing but a commoner to her, a low life. Of course I would have eventually told her everything but on my terms. Hearing Jeremy's words on repeat in my head had heightened my bouts of anxiety. How had he found out so much information about my family? What did he think he was going to do with it? Convince her to leave me for him? Something had gone down between them during their meeting at the restaurant and it was clear she wasn't happy. But maybe by now he had convinced her she was better off with him.

My nightmares had returned and only twice daily workouts with my trainer Vince helped to exhaust me enough that I managed to sleep at all. The all familiar voice, laughing at me, Ma's screams, the furniture being broken.

"Bitch. Jag borde ha lämnat dig och den där horungen när jag hade chansen. Spring inte ifrån mig!"

[You bitch. I should have left you and that bastard child when I had the chance. Don't you run away from me!]

Crack, her head hitting the kitchen tiles. The ambulance, the police. The pity in everyone's eyes.

Why I replayed that scene I don't know. There were so many to choose from. But that was enough for her to leave him. Our lives changed forever after that day.

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I was working every hour under the sun just to not think about her. Her body, that shy smile, the way she always responded to my touch. The only upside of returning to my workaholic life was the seed of confidence it had sewn with the remaining old guard at work who were now all fully onboard with my role as CEO. The press response had been mixed after the announcement of my new role but after the storm had calmed down and our mid-year figures were being published, they'd all put their swords away.

I realised now how empty my life had been before her. How I had previously believed that I could be happy living such a solitary existence was nonsense. I'd made more of an effort with work colleagues and had decided to continue some of the old mans social habits with regular meals and away days with my senior team. However hard I worked I'd be no good to anyone shut away in an office all day. The dinners and after work drinks had helped to make the nights a little less lonely, but every time I made dinner or sat by the fire I thought of her.

Her clothes and beauty products were still at mine. I'd even found the list of meals she wanted to cook for me. I would have returned them to her if that's what she wanted but how could I do that when I had no idea where she was?

I despised the idea that she thought of me as some beast just like my father. But I suppose my behaviour told her just that. I'd never hit a woman, but felt responsible for something in particular that happened in my youth that I could never take back. Violent things that had forever changed me.