Chapter 9

Damien POV

Well, they were two truths and a lie.

So far, I have been responsible. So far, I had been discreet enough not to get caught.

Since my father's death, I have always tried to appear responsible for my mother and the rest of the family. They needed to be impressed if I was looking to capture their hearts.

In truth, I hadn't been responsible one bit. I had only acted that way, so I could get into everyone's good books. I had completely erased my presence from clubs, but that didn't mean that I had stopped partying.

The family house had been a confinement. That's why I moved out to a house of mine as soon as I had gotten married to have my privacy.

Yea, I am married. But that doesn't mean that the fun I used to have as a bachelor became limited. More on that later.

Under my wife's nose I still carried on with my frivolous lifestyle. While she was out at work, I would be back home with strippers and Lyon partying and turning the house into our private clubhouse.

There was always enough liquor to go around, naked women to grope and have fun with. The day was ours to plunder, and we didn't hesitate. We had the house to ourselves.

“I do not have a child on the way, man. I just found out that Sarah is not fertile.” Lyon almost spat the wine out of his mouth.

Well, how did I end up with a wife and a barren one for that matter? Well, I only have the answer to the first part of the above question. For the second one, I'm clueless.

I met Sarah at a conference at work. She had been one of my father's closest workers, just a secretary at the time. Still on my phase of youthful vigor, I had no intention of settling down.

What changed my mind was my father's condition. I didn't love Sarah but I pretended to. It started out as a fling. I used her to gain information I needed about my father, then it eloped into what it currently was, a marriage which was on its way to crumbles as soon as i found out that she could not biologically bear me a son.

Little about my wife. She was from a background with status. Hence, the reason why my family had accepted her without hesitation. Despite my mother's advice, I had moved her out to a mansion of my own to avoid my every move being monitored.

“What the hell do you mean? Didn't you do any tests before you two were married?”

“I didn't. My mother had done all of that. I barely gave a heed.” I resumed my pacing. It still drives me crazy when I realize how deep in trouble I was. “All I needed from her was a girl who would turn a blind eye to whatever I was doing and bear me a child, so I could take over my father's company. I don't get why the universe is so cruel to me.”

“You could divorce her and get someone else just in time to bear you a son.”

I snorted. “Divorce? It seems you have forgotten how traditional my family is. They won't even entertain the idea of me getting another woman. Besides, my intentions would be too obvious if I made such a move.”

“That does not sound like much of trouble to me,” Lyon said, after a minute or two deep in thought. “It seems to me like you could just get a child to adopt…”

“Never! I went to see a doctor, and he said that there was a way to get her pregnant again. Some medical procedures like that.*

Lyon sighed. “Next time make sure you lead with that. You had me so worried that there was no solution to the matter.”

“I'm just scared if it will work, that's all,” I confessed. “Even the doctors had explained that this was a fifty-fifty chance procedure.”

“What about Sarah? How does she feel about all this?”

“I don't know, as we never really talked about it. She had agreed without coercion, so that must have meant that she was okay with it.”

I needed a drink, so I went to the mini bar and grabbed another, this time filling my glass to the brim. I kept the cold liquid flowing down my throat in chunks of gulps. Before you could say Jacqueline, I was placing an empty glass on the table.

What would people say?

They would mock me if things fell out of hand. If there was no progress in the end, I would be the laughingstock. I wish I could go back and stop this from going as south as it had already gone.

Truth be told, I cared less about what people thought and more about how William would look at me.

Yes William. My elder brother always felt that he was smarter than me, better than me. He always bossed me around like a child up to this day. Like I was going to do something wrong. I mean, I messed up on a lot of occasions, but that was beside the point.

Even in day to day life, he sat over affairs of the family. If he even valued anyone's opinions, mine always seemed to irritate him. I just wasn't good enough.

I always had to put up with him always trying to put me in his shadow. It was evident in the way he handled matters in the company, always keeping me out of important meetings and other gatherings I thought I deserved to attend. I could confidently say that he was trying to kick me out.

He had done it before. He had trashed me, sent me to the worst place possible. And since then, I have vowed not to give him that edge anymore. While in the depths of my dark cell, I had vowed to make sure he paid for disgracing me.

Now I had just heard that he had gotten a wife and

son. He was trying to outsmart me at my own game. How cunning! He had better step out of my way or, I would ruin his life just like he had done to mine.