Facade

Chapter 7

Damian's pov

   With my both hands shoved in my pockets, I paced from one end to the other of the room. The plush rug soft under my feet. I was in the pent house of a seven star hotel. Don't ask me the name, I was too agitated on the drive here to even bother about the name. Besides Eric did the reservation and checking in. He knows my taste.
  Ever since our meeting with that sleaze ball, Davis, I have not been able to keep still. He told me of his involvement with her kidnap. The details coincide with everything I remember. He had also told me how he treated her over the years. I could barely prevent myself from strangling him when I heard he abused her. The idiot had touched my baby sister, my darling, my precious jewel. It took all of my concentration to contain myself from the anger I felt. I succeeded in landing him a punch before Eric held me back. The idiot begged for my forgiveness and I promised to grant it if he brought her to me. The arrangement was simple. Bring me my sister and I'll let him go without pressing charges. It sounds simple but the problem here is, how do I know Eric will follow up on his side of the deal? He has assured me he will but how do you trust the words of a criminal? Damn it! I shouldn't have let him go. I should have had one of my guards trail him. I'm so stupid. Now I'm sick here with worry.
I raked my hair with my fingers in agitation. The door opened and Eric came in. I looked at him expectantly and he said the words I've been dying to hear.
"They're here" he said, smiling at me.
I let out the breath I didn't even realise I was holding. I rearranged my suit and took a seat. When I looked composed, I replied
"Send them in"
Eric nodded and left the room. Few minutes later, the door opened and Davis entered. I was about asking him about Amelia when I noticed a pair of legs hiding behind him. He nodded at me and moved aside allowing me to see the girl clearly. She had a smallish figure and her skin was pale. I couldn't see her face because she had her head lowered.
"Amelia?" I called out softly trying not to scare her. She shook her head and I turned to Davis with a scowl. I stood up from my chair and approached her. He smiled at me reassuringly and turned to her.
"Mia raise your head, let the man see you. Trust me sweetheart" he said softly to her. She nodded at him before raising her head to look at me in the eyes. I recognized her immediately. My blood chilled. It was as if I was staring at a younger version of my mum. Her resemblance to mother was uncanny. Tears of joy gathered in my eyelids. My head felt light weight. My heart flooded with joy. Finally! Finally after searching for twelve years, I finally found her. My darling. My princess. I couldn't believe it. I turned around swiftly, my back to her, to control my emotions. I can't let her see me like this. I breathe in and out to control my heartbeat. I composed myself and turned back to face her. She was still staring at me, her expression puzzled and calculating. It's as if she was trying to figure something out.

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Mia's pov

I kept staring at the man Davis brought me to see. Something about him seems familiar. The man was staring right at me. He looked to be in tears. After some time, he turned his back to me. His shoulders were moving and I noticed he was taking deep breaths. Hmm that's odd, he's acting like he just saw a ghost. He turned back around to face me and was staring at me. I couldn't shake the feeling that I've met him before so I asked softly and politely.
"I'm sorry, have we met before? You look kind of familiar"
He gestured for me to take a seat and I did. He took a seat opposite me and asked.
"Do you remember me princess?"
My brow arched at the endearment. I kept staring at him till a face from my dreams flashed into my mind. I gasped out softly. My face a pure expression of shock. No, it can't be. It's not possible. I must be dreaming. My brain felt frazzled. My mouth numb. He smiled at me, realizing something came to my mind.
"What do you remember? Say it" He encouraged me, a happy expression on his face. His voice awoke other memories hidden in my head. A certain flashback made me still. My dream was actually a memory. Not my imagination. Oh my God. I was still frozen so I fumbled with my lips and finally got it to utter one word, my voice barely a whisper.
   "Damian!"

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