LUCIA POV.
Everything around me stops as I hear the words fall from her mouth. My head is spinning and my mouth is parched in fear. I feel choked out of the air. I look at the woman sitting behind the desk looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.
“What do you mean they aren't here?! Only I can pick them up!" I scream at her.
"I know. But he said that you sent him to get them and even Emma said that she knows him and he was your friend." She defends herself.
"He? It was a man?" 'l, ask. "Does he have blonde hair?"
"Yes." She answers. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out to see text.
Unknown: let's talk now.
And I know who exactly it is. I fall to my knees and drop my phone. Tears fall out of my eyes and I start to sob. He took my kids away from me. The woman behind the desk comes to me.
"Ma’am we should call the police." She says.
"No! No. I know who it is. It's okay. Thank you." I say and stand up. She nods her head and goes back to her place.
After going back home, I pull out my mobile and call the unknown number. I hear the robotic voice saying that the number is switched off.
I sit on the couch and try to think of the ways that I can contact Damon Few minutes pass and my mobile rings. I pick immediately without checking the contact.
"Hello, there." I can hear the smirk in his voice.
"Damon, please. I beg you. Just let them go." I cry.
"Lucy, I tried to go easy with you. But you wanted this and you know how I get when I don't get what I want." He said and sighed, exasperated.
"Don't do anything to them, Damon, please. I will do anything you want. Please don't harm my kids.” I cried. The line was silent for a few seconds and then he spoke.
"Do you think that lowly of me? That I would do something to my kids? What do you think of me, Lucia?" He raised his voice at the last part, I was assured after hearing that.
"I never thought you would do this, but you did. And now I don't know what you will do." I say, my voice very hoarse and cracking.
"I won't do any harm. They both are watching cartoons, don't worry." He pauses. "Paul, my driver is waiting outside your house. Come here and we will talk." As I hear the words, I am already walking out of the house and locking the doors. I end the call without another word. As I walk down the porch I see an R8 parked. The driver comes out and opens the door for me, showing his identity card. I nod and get inside. The smell in the car fills my nostrils, and it is no different from Damon's scent. I rest my head on the window and look out as the man in a suit drives through traffic.
After half an hour's ride, the driver stops the car in front of a hotel. He comes out and opens the door for me before I can. Another man comes and takes the car away and the driver leads me inside. What was his name? Paul. Yeah.
"This way ma‘am." He says and points to the elevator. He presses the thirty-second floor and waits. The doors open and we reach the floor. He leads me to a room and knocks on the door.
A few seconds pass and the door opens, revealing a man, whom I don't recognize. Paul and the man nod at each other and the man opens the door wide and ushers me into a beautiful room with very good interior designs and a beautiful view. For a few seconds, I stare out of the French window, lost in my world of stupid imagination
"Like the view?" I hear a very familiar voice and turn around to see Damon.
“What do you want me to do?" I ask him.
“Marry me." He says. Without a word I nod. I look at him with burning anger flaming in my eyes.
"I'm serious," He says again.
"I will do anything for my kids, but I won't marry you like a pawn again. You did that before and I won't fall for it again. After all, I'm just a Nanny affair." I said, emphasizing the words.
"They are mine too." He snaps and I roll my eyes.
“Where are they?" I ask him.
"Inside." He says and I immediately walk past him. His fingers wrap around my wrist stopping me in my tracks. "Before you see them, we need to talk."
"I need to see them first,” I say, and my voice cracks. A wave of emotion crosses his face and he looks guilty. Don't fall for it, Lucia. My subconscious warns me. I know. I know that he's celebrating my pain in his head.
"No. Talking first." He says. I sigh and sit on a stool next to a leather couch.
“Okay, you have to marry me again and move back to England with me. You have to tell the kids who I am." He says and I nod. "Their last name should be changed." He adds and I nod mutely. "Say something." He begs.
"I will do all the things you want me to do. But remember this, I may be your wife on paper, but I will never again be your wife. My priority was the kids all this time and it will stay that way." I say. "Don't expect me to be a wife who is all over her husband and loves him unconditionally." I walk past him and this time, he lets me.
Both Emma and Evan are sitting on the big cream-colored couch, watching SpongeBob. I walk to the couch and their gaze turns to me. They both smile widely at me and jump off the couch spilling the popcorn. I kneel and pull both of them to my chest. I cry my eyes out and hug them hard. Evan pulls away and cups my face with his tiny little hands.
"What happened mommy? Why are you crying?" He asks.
"Guys, I need to tell you something." My voice cracks with fear.
"What?" They both ask.
"You...Damon..." I stutter. They both are looking at me waiting for me to complete whatever I want to say.
Damon joins us and kneels beside us. “Damon is y-your D-dad," I say and their little faces freeze in shock.