Damien's runaway bride

His displeasure

“Miranda, Miranda, where the f**k is she?”, Damien voice boomed as he entered her house.

“Where is she”, he angrily asked garcia who was coming towards him hastily.

“Shes coming, sir, please have a seat”, garcia said calmly offering him a seat.

“Would you like anything sir”.

“I would like to know where my bride is firstly before anything”.

Scared for her life, she walked back to the kitchen.

Walking down the stairs came in Miranda into the living room,

“Damien, she said smiling, holding his hands together, meanwhile, internally her stomach was in a knot. Who told him about this issue she thought to herself.

“Don’t Damien me, he said flinging her hands out of his. Where’s my fiancee?”.

“Why am I hearing that she ran away from home.”

“You guys were supposed to keep an eye on her in case she pulled a stunt like this and you failed to do so”.

“If I don’t find her or if I find out that something has happened to her, so help me God I will deal with everyone here badly”, he threatened.

“Just pray I find her before the wedding”, he said.

As he turned to leave he used his leg to hit the big decorative vase to the ground spilling wet sand and flowers everywhere, banging the door shut as he left.

Miranda’s legs gave away as she slumped to the ground in both fear and relief that he had not done anything to hurt her.

“Esme what have you done”?. “Why did you do this to me?”.

Garcia ran to her to help her stand up. “Ma’am please take it easy” she said.

“Don’t worry we are going to find her, nothing’s going to happen to her”, she said as she comforted her mistress.

“I hope so, I really do, cause our lives are in her hands”, replied Miranda.

Damien slammed the car door angrily, “drive now to the house” he told his driver. Running his hands through his hair he brought out his phone from his back pocket he dialed his private investigators number.

“Yes, I want you to find someone for me, my fiancee, I want to know if she ran away or if she was kidnapped”, he told the P.I

“Her name is Esme Storme Jackson, she has brown hair, slender and shes 5 feet six inches tall”.

“I will send you a picture of her now, I want you to find her whereabouts before my wedding, for f**k’s sake the wedding is in two days”.

Ending the call he also dialed people he knew at the airport and also some shady people who did business for him to help search for her.

“I want you to do it discreetly and make sure you find her whereabouts by tomorrow morning," he said sternly.