As the car pulled up to a large mansion, Heather felt her breath hitch at the magnificent place. It looked like a castle, she found herself wondering who lived in the mansion, or if she had to spend all her time alone wallowing in loneliness.
"We're here, Ma'am," the driver said as he opened the door for her. Heather's stomach fluttered as soon as her feet hit the ground, as she watched the driver drive off, leaving her stranded. She took steps towards the large door, raising her hand to ring the doorbell.
After a few minutes of no reply, she shrugged her shoulders, giving up. How bad could it be if she just ran off back to her family? She almost laughed and cried at the same time in her hopeful heart, which received nothing but painful stabs from anyone who came near her.
"Ma'am, you don't have to ring the bell, this is your house," a woman who appeared to be in her late fifties said, smiling at her sweetly.
Heather felt her heart warm up at the genuine politeness that wore the woman's face.
"Hello ma'am," Heather greeted, waving her hand at her, which made her chuckle out loudly.
"Don't be silly my child, I'm the caretaker of this mansion, call me Mrs. Matthias, I just went out to pick up some groceries, sorry if I kept you waiting," she explained politely, smiling at her.
Heather looked at her, wondering if such people really existed.
"It's fine Mrs. Matthias, I just arrived some minutes ago, I'm H…" She explained, but was cut off before she could finish, making her mentally facepalm herself to get used to giving out her sister's name as hers.
"Young Mrs. Anderson, Damon told me about your arrival, and don't worry I scolded him at how rude it was for him to not bring you home in person," Mrs. Matthias explained, opening the door for her which surprisingly wasn't locked.
Heather smiled exploring the inside of the mansion, if she had thought the outside was magnificent then the inside was just breathtaking. It was nothing compared to her father's mansion. Everything here screamed expensive and priceless.
"Make yourself comfortable dear, I'll be in the kitchen, what would you like to eat?" Mrs. Matthias asked, noticing her fatigued features.
Heather thought she misheard her question but when she turned and saw her looking at her waiting for an answer she swallowed a non-existing lump of happiness. Nobody ever cared what she wanted since her childhood.
"Anything is fine," Heather muttered in reply as if she expected a scolding like an unruly child.
Mrs. Matthias smiled at her, "your things were brought earlier, your room is the second door to the left, I thought you would like to freshen up before dinner."
Heather went up the stairs, her gown making her feel double tired as she dragged it. She opened her room, feeling her breath hitch in the breathtaking interior of the room.
She unzipped her gown, letting it slide to the floor, feeling relaxed as the cool air hit her skin. Heather had had a long day, a hurt feeling tagged at her heart as she imagined how everything had turned out. Only God knew if Natalia had run off with Richard, or she had planned all this with her mother.
Heather felt fresh tears roll down her cheeks as the shower water hit her skin. She felt as if all her dreams were washed down by the water, how eager was her father to get rid of her? They didn't even care that she was in her third year in medical school, they just put a stop to her life. Heather couldn't help but pray that maybe her husband would let her complete her final year.
Her father always reminded her he let her take the course out of courtesy so that people wouldn't talk behind his back. Now he had no business helping her out. At that moment, she felt her heart break at wishing she could have a mother who would defend her.
She didn't know how long she had stayed in the bathroom crying her pain away. She felt her mind snap all of a sudden, making her head feel light as her numb legs refused to move.
Heather quickly dressed up, wiping the last of her tears, she wasn't allowed to cry again, she would stay strong and best everything life brought her way.
The dinner table was set, but Mrs. Matthias was nowhere to be seen as the mansion fell silent. Heather looked around in panic, not sure how she could stay at the entire place alone.
However, as soon as the smell of food hit her nostrils she fought her fear for a second, as her stomach growled loudly reminding her she hadn't even had breakfast. She debated between digging in and rating to her fill, or waiting for her husband to come. After all, this was their first night together.
"Eat to your fill dear, if you wait for Damon, I don't know when he'll be back," Mrs. Matthias said, startling her as if she had read her thoughts.
"Mrs. Matthias, come, let's eat together, I'll feel lonely if I eat alone," Heather found herself requesting as she smiled at the woman before her.
"You're so kind dear, I already had dinner, how about I'll just accompany you as you eat before I leave. I have about twenty minutes before I go home," Mrs. Matthias offered, receiving a nod from her.
She had never seen Damon with such a nice lady, he surely had found the one. The young woman before her was nothing like any of those women he always had in his arms every time the tabloids got his picture.
Heather glanced at the wall clock which hit two o'clock after midnight and there still wasn't any sign of Damon.
She felt her eyelids get heavy from sleep as she lay her head back on the couch, only to flip them wide open as the door opened abruptly.
Damon felt his head swirl in drowsiness from the drinks he had with Mike, as he entered the mansion. He couldn't explain why he came back here instead of just spending the night in one of his penthouses away from the little temptress he had for a wife.
He hated seeing her sitting on the couch, her sleepy eyes wide at his dramatic entrance. Why on earth was she laying on the couch? Didn't Winfred show her to her room?
"What are you doing awake, Natalia?" He asked as he approached her.
Heather felt her heart race on seeing him before her, she could have sworn she had prepared for this moment during her whole evening, but here she stood speechless and breathless.
"Cat got your tongue?" Damon asked, holding her chin up as he looked into her eyes. The fear in them making him feel angry. Did she think he was going to take her by force?
"No… Damon I…" Heather stuttered trying to find the right words to explain.
"Who in the world have you permission to call me by my name!" Damon asked, anger evident in his voice.
His reaction took Heather by surprise. Why was he angry?
"Sir, I was waiting for you…" Heather swallowed down the humiliation. She was used to this all her life but gearing him being that harsh to her made her heart feel like it had been crashed against two rocks.
"Waiting for me, you say? To do what? Your wifely duties?" Damon asked, surprised at how submissive the woman was before his gaze. Or was it just a way to lure him into their trap?
Heather's breath hitched at his suggestion, making her eyes grow wide at his words.
"Isn't that what you were waiting for ?" Damon asked, this time holding her tiny waist tightly as he held her against him.
He hated how good she felt against his body. He could lavish her right there and then as she gave him the curious innocent look.