Harold drove home with a heavy frown pressed deep on his face, his grip on the steering wheel was so tight that his knuckles turned pale. The drive had been quiet, but inside his chest, his heart was thundering in anger and frustration. He did not even notice the usual sights on his street, all he felt was rage burning inside him, eating him up. He reached his house and drove into the compound with speed. The tires screeched as he forced the car to stop sharply in front of the garage. He pushed the door open and stepped out, slamming it behind him with a loud bang. His shoes hit the tiles of the compound quickly as he stormed into the house without looking back. As he entered the living room, the first thing that met him was the warm sound of his son’s laughter. Max, was sitting on one of the couches with his legs folded under him. He was holding a tablet. His eyes were bright as the game on the screen made funny sounds. The boy looked up at the exact moment his father wal
Harold reached Damian and stopped right in front of him. He opened his mouth to speak, but his lips trembled, struggling to form the words. His pride was shattered, he looked at Damian with pleading eyes, trying to mask the turmoil inside. Deep down, he knew he didn’t want to do this, but he had no choice because Lord Blackwood had commanded it. “Damain … I know I was wrong,” he said quietly. “I only acted foolishly, I wanted to make you fall because I envied you. I should never have done that. Please, forgive me. I… I was blinded by jealousy.” He swallowed hard, and his voice was broke as he continued. “I didn’t think of the pain I caused you, i didn’t think of what it would do to our family. I know Father will never forgive me if this gets out. But you… please, Damian… if there’s even a small chance you can let this go, I beg you. Don’t destroy everything. Don’t destroy Father. I’ll take the blame, I’ll do anything you want. Just… don’t release the evidence.” The room was
The silence in the room was thick, it was almost choking, until Damian slowly reached into his pocket and brought out his phone. His sharp eyes flickered to Harold, studying him for a brief moment. He noticed the uneasiness in his expression, the fear that had already begun to creep into his eyes. Damian smirked faintly, before he turned his gaze away from him and fixed it on Lord Blackwood. Without another word, he tapped his screen and played a voice note. The sound echoed through the room, it was sharp and clear. Immediately Harold’s face went pale, his body froze against the seat as the familiar voice came alive. It was Lira’s voice at first, then followed by Leo. Her tone was steady in the recording, but the words she spoke carried weight. The voice of Leo soon followed, it was calm but firm, speaking the truth that Harold had tried so hard to bury. The room fell completely silent except for the phone. Every word echoed, with every phrase cutting through the air li
Damian looked into Lira's eyes, seeing the desire glowing there. He kissed her again, slower this time, pouring every emotion into it. His lips moved over her roughly, as though he wanted to claim every breath she had. Lira’s hands slid over his chest, down his stomach, tugging lightly at the hem of his shirt. Damian felt his body react instantly. He pulled the gown’s strap from her shoulder, letting the silky fabric slide down slowly. Her bare skin glowed under the dim light, and his lips trailed down her neck to her collarbone. “Damian…” she breathed, with her voice being soft and needy. Her gown slipped further, revealing the swell of her breasts. then damian cupped them gently, and lowered his mouth to taste her. His tongue circled her soft nipples, then Lira arched her back, with her fingers threading into his hair as moans escaped her lips. Every flick of damain's tongue sent shivers racing through her body. Damian’s hand slid lower, over her stomach, down betwe
Damian got home late in the evening. The moment he opened the door, the warm smell of food drifted out from the dining room. It calmed him instantly. His body was still tight with the memory of his fight with Harold, but now, after leaving him beaten and helpless, his mood had already lifted. He stepped into the living room, then he froze for a second. Seeing Lira walked out of the kitchen, carrying a tray. She was dressed in a short, silky gown that hugged every curve of her body. The fabric shimmered softly as it clung to her shape, revealing her long, smooth thighs. The neckline dipped low, teasing with the gentle rise of her cleavage. Her hair was neatly packed up, drawing all attention to her glowing face. She looked absolutely breathtaking. “Welcome home baby,” she said softly, her eyes were bright with a small smile. She walked straight to him, dropped the tray on the table, and wrapped her arms around him. Damian hugged her back, with his large arms circling her
Lira got home in the next thirty minutes. She drove gently into the compound, the sound of her tires were soft on the stones, and she parked her car neatly. For a moment she leaned back against the seat, letting out a tired sigh. The whole day had been too much for her, but she knew it was not over yet. Gathering her strength, she opened the door, stepped out of the car, and walked slowly into the house. As she stepped into the living room, she was surprised to find Damian already there, sitting with their lawyer and Eloise. The atmosphere was heavy, and she could sense tension in the air. Damian’s jaw was tight, and she could tell he had been upset, maybe even angry, before she came in. Earlier, when Damian had received the message she sent him, his temper had risen like fire. He had sworn to make Harold pay, and without wasting time, he had called the lawyer into the house. The moment Damian saw her enter, his face softened. He stood up, walked over to her. Without hesita