Darian arrived at the party and blended in with the crowd. He was acknowledged by a few business elites who knew his father and brother and that was it. He hated it, hated that he was always in their shadow. But at the moment, it did not deter him, since his main goal was to meet with the famous Ivan Arthur who was the most influential businessman at the moment, throwing his asshole of a brother of the position without even lifting a finger. Darian was impressed, he slipped a glass of wine past a waiter who walked past him and waited tensely when he saw Arthur approach his table.
"Hello to you there," Mr Ivan waved at Darian who was still scrutinizing him.
Darian suddenly lost the ability to speak as Ivan smiled crinkly at him. The most influential business magnate cared to acknowledge him. It was too good to be true.
"Hello," Darian said inspite the giddy feeling that raked through him. On second thoughts, he put his hand forward for a handshake.
"It's an honor to finally meet you. I'm Darian Brown."
Ivan smiled, a knowing one "Ivan Arthur. It's nice to see you too."
One of Ivan's men walked forward and whispered something to him, and Ivan was led to the heart of the garden where he gave his speech. Darian stared on long after he was gone, in disbelief. Ivan had smiled at him, shook hands with him, and acknowledged him.
"Good evening, esteemed business elites and CEO's. It's a pleasure meeting all of you. It is not a new thing that Arthur's group just emerged in Manhattan. We are interested in the development and maintenance of relationships with key stakeholders and hope that you will extend your warm hands to us..."
Arthur finished speaking shortly after making a toast to unity and relationships, and a thunderous applause rapt the air. After talking with more prospective stakeholders of his company, and proposing new projects with the many CEOs that were willing to collaborate with him, Ivan retired to the estate.
"He is back and demands your presence, Miss Olivia. Shall we?"
Olivia was flanked by maids as she took the tour downstairs to meet Ivan who had a big smile plastered on his face.
"Olivia, how are you holding up?"
"Better than I expected, Uncle. The books are brainstorming and my tutor is quite thorough." She fell silent and then blurted out a second later "How did the party go? Did Darian make it? Did you manage to convince the elites to collaborate with you on the recent project?"
"All of that took place, my dear."
"You got an invitation card," She stretched the fancy envelope towards him and he raised a brow.
"A charity event that will take place tomorrow."
"This is quite impromptu. I have to meet up with the delegates from Australia tomorrow. How about you stand in for me?"
Olivia tucked a piece of stray hair behind her ear and stared ahead before thoughtfully saying "I'm quite certain that Damian will be there tomorrow, I do not want to reveal myself yet."
"That's true," Ivan nodded "Talking about disclosure, I already finalized plans for the unveiling party."
"It's just a matter of time."
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Damian shot a glare at his secretary who had a pathetic expression on her face.
"Leave it on the table and get out."
Willow did just that, unwilling to incur the wrath of her boss who had a temper as short as the skirts she wore to parties in sophomore year.
Damian opened the envelope and skimmed through the card, it was an invitation to a charity event.
As he predicted, he met with several other elites in the business world. Men and women, whose dresses spelled splendor, were gathered for a charity auction, and since the most influential businessmen were philanthropists, it did not take long before a substantial amount of money was generated. The highest amount was generated by Ivan Arthur.
Damian narrowed his eyes at the mention of the name and positioned well to see the man who had made waves in just a few weeks of invading Manhattan. He was a bit awed and also angry for not receiving an invitation to his Introduction party.
Ivan Arthur exchanged stares with Damian as he gave a brief speech before retiring to his seat. As he did, fury seared in his chest cavity like fire as he thought of the poker-faced man he had seen minutes ago. The same man who treated Olivia badly for five years, used her...
The event ended much later to Damian's relief. As he walked out, he came face to face with Ivan Arthur. The latter was having a conversation with a well-known businessman who acknowledged him immediately.
"Look who we have here" The man waved at Damien who slowed down his pace and went to join the men. "Mr Arthur, meet Damien Brown. He's the..."
"I'm familiar with his titles," Mr Ivan said, cutting him off with an easy-going smile on his face. He turned to Damien and offered his hand for a handshake. "It's nice to meet you, Mr Brown"
Damien accepted his hand and tried to mask his shocked expression. The man knew him, he was familiar with his titles but still didn't extend an invitation to him. That was the first bombshell that shattered Damian's value, decreasing it in a matter of minutes.
Damian remained silent, he tried to read no meaning to Ivan's words but it still hit when he thought about it. Was there any special reason for omitting his name or did the man not know him at all?
"Owner of Ace companies and most influential business magnate, well until..."
"Until the title became mine?" Ivan laughed "There's no need to worry. These things happen, and you might surely regain your title in a short while."
Damian could not tell if Ivan was truly sympathetical or just being sarcastic. There was something peculiar about the man that he could not pinpoint and he was eager to talk some more with him. To unravel his intrincate nature.
"I didn't see you at the Introduction party. Were you not in attendance?" The man standing between them asked.
"Let's say I wasn't invited"
Ivan's eyes twinkled with mischief. How did his niece end up with such a bastard?
"You were omitted?" He frowned, acting quite ignorant "I didn't realize that. Besides, who would host a party and not invite you?"
"All things being equal, I hope to work with you in the future," Ivan said again, bracing up to take his leave. The presence of Damian irritated him greatly and if no one was around, he would have ordered his men to throw him into a creepy dark dungeon forever, where no one could get to him.
"Same here," They exchanged handshakes before Ivan took his leave.
"It's just a matter of time, Damian. I will crush you." Ivan muttered once seated at the rear of his Tesla Model 3, his most recent vehicle.
With her uncle gone, Olivia busied herself with watering the flowers in the garden when she was done with the tutor set up for her. She was being groomed for what awaited her and she felt alive for once, important.
"Olivia,"
"Uncle Ivan," Olivia dropped the can and wiped her hands, approaching him.
"How did it go?"
"I met him. You were right, he is a proper asshole."
"What's the plan?"
"What we discussed, of course. There will be slight changes in the plan though. Send out the invitation cards today. I need to rile up that bastard."
"I can't wait," Olivia tucked a corner of her lips above. She knew the man she married, one filled with self-inflated ego. He would rage and probably burn down his estate with his temper if what they were planning finally fell in place.
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The next morning, Damian sat in his office while his assistant, Francis made reports and filled him in on everything that was happening in the company, as well as the business world.
"Arthur's group is hosting an unveiling party. He will reveal the next person to head the group tonight."
Damian remained silent.
"Another invitation had been sent out but it seems you didn't get any just like the last time."
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Evening covered rapidly and soon, Olivia, Ivan, and their men arrived at the event before Ivan could be called to give his opening speech.
It was a lavish ballroom, filled with tuxedo-clad men and women in sheen gowns. The scent of luxurious perfume, and sound of polite conversations, and the tinkling of wine glasses pervaded the air.
Olivia descended from the McLaren F1, by putting out a sleekly heeled foot first before the next. The guests all turned to stare as she walked in with the lethal grace of a lioness. Her beauty was ravishing, it made the elites gape in wonder.
She was exceptionally beautiful and her hair bounced as she confidently walked to the seat meant for her.
She watched proudly as Ivan opened the ceremony and acknowledged important people present, including the prime minister.
Meanwhile, Damian stood in his study with a glass of wine in hand as he stared at the television. He was angry that he still didn't get an invitation meanwhile his twin, Darian was in attendance. He was also a bit curious to see who would take over from Mr Ivan whom he found to be a cunning yet pragmatic man.
"And now, to the main purpose of this gathering..." Ivan dished one of his genuine smiles at the camera and continued "Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pride that I stand before you today to announce the transition of leadership at our company. After many years of hard work and dedication, I am pleased to hand over the reins to my niece, who has proven herself to be a worthy successor. I do not doubt that she will lead this company into a bright future and make something even more solid come from Arthur groups."
Darian who was in attendance wondered who the lucky lady was while Damian raised a brow in perplexity and took a sip off his glass.
"Here comes the next heir to Arthur groups, Olivia Davidson!"
Few gasps could be heard from the crowd while a thunderous applause rapt the air.
The curtains behind Ivan parted slowly to reveal Olivia who was draped in a sleek Chanel dress, silver heels, and a subtle diamond brooch. She moved gracefully to the podium with a smile and the applause intensified as the lights poured on her.
Darian's eyes grew into large circles as Olivia was unveiled, his mouth forming into a mute O. He was flabbergasted and kept staring in a catatonic stupor.
Damian, on the other hand, felt his muscles stiffen the instant he saw her gloriously emerge from behind the curtains. He stood unblinking, obviously struck speechless, and he did not know when the glass slipped out of his grip.
It shattered into many tiny fragments.
She paused upon hearing her name and raised her head. "Sir...?" "There is... You're crying," Ivan's tone softened down a notch "Is anything the matter?" "I am?" She touched her cheek swiftly and felt the tear "Oh... It happens sometimes" "You just cry without reason?" Ivan frowned, a bit confused. "Y-yes sir," She admitted, embarrassment scarletting her tender features. "I can be quite sensitive, so the gust of air against my face may have initiated the tears." "Oh," Ivan nodded, trying to understand how the wind could make her cry. It was a chilly evening, but there was no unnecessary breeze. He stared at her in concern, that of a boss to his subordinate. "I'm done sir, I'll be off now." She told him, against the slight quivering of her lips. He nodded, still wondering what was going on. •~•~•~•~•~•~•~• Darian stared at his phone as it continually buzzed on the glass table in his room. It was Jenny, and she had been calling nonstop for the past twenty
Damian, who had been busy sipping wine like he had not just started a verbal war a while ago, suddenly stood up and walked off, not sparing a single glance at Stefan. He quietly opened the door to the restroom, and stepped inside. Unlike what he had envisaged, Olivia stood by the wall in the innermost part, and her clenched hand was on her chest, as though she was trying to calm herself down. Damian's hardened gaze instantly softened at her small vulnerable form. She was inhaling and exhaling softly, as if to steady her respiratory rate or something of that nature. He could see her pain through all that glam and softness reeling around her. He suddenly felt like he did not deserve to make her life harder than he had made it. He shouldn't be here, he shouldn't stand in her presence and cause more pain to her. His feet remained rooted to the ground, not moving towards her or away from her. He was still staring at her when he heard her voice, firm and stinging. "What are you doing
Silence dominated the region again, everyone left to their thoughts. Olivia only blinked at her meal, abashed to lift her head and look at Stefan. She had not envisaged the evening to go in this manner, with Damian poke-nosing and exchanging words with him. She realized Damian's intentions, and a deadly smile cracked on her lip. It was all a game, and she would play accordingly. "Sorry, do we know you?" Stefan finally asked him, having stomached enough bullshit from the obstinate but powerful looking man almost seated next to Olivia. He should be angry, because he was finally having dinner with a lady he admires and Damian was trying to sabotage it, but he was not. He was calm and poised, knowing that nothing gets solved with anger. It only complicates matters. "We?" Damian spat as though it was a forbidden word "I guess you both are a 'thing' now?" "Prospective." Olivia muttered coolly and sipped her wine in the most satisfying way ever. "I normally don't do this but I'll advi
As overwhelmed as Damian was with jealousy, he still managed to keep his expression on point. Bland, unreadable, indifferent. Like he was not watching Olivia laughing heartily with someone else. What had he said to her to make her laugh that much? Was he that funny? Damian almost scoffed at the thought of going to join them, maybe he could share in their joy. He felt a tick in his jaw as Laurie called his name. "Damian? What's the matter? You look lost," He forced a smile and that was when the waitress returned with their order, trays of meals on a fucking golden dumbwaiter. Holy shit, he could not let her offload them here. "Here are your orders, ma'am." "There's a problem with the chair I'm sitting on," Damian deadpanned, and Laurie turned to him in concern while the waitress started assessing it, scared that he may get angry and maybe, cost her job with it. She had heard of the legendary Damian Brown, the Ladies prince charming that was as sizzling hot as hell, but the rumo
Damian straightened up, and shot a bland stare at Laurie. She then cleared her throat and stared at her phone, feigning shock. "Oh, I didn't realize that I was taking pictures all this while. Must be some glitch or something." "Just shut the fuck up," He muttered under his breath and glanced at Olivia one more time before looking away. Laurie did not hear him as she busied herself with the pictures, adoring each detail that carried Damian. He looked like he was in a photoshoot for some influential magazine cover. "Uhmm..." Laurie hummed, completely unaware of Damian's diverted attention. "Where should we sit?" She asked, looking up at him, undecided. "There." He gestured, tipping his face in the direction of a table. It was adjacent to Olivia's, a good spot where he could watch her from where he was without Laurie suspecting a thing. She could also see him from there. "Okay babe," Laurie responded, feeling fly at each passing minute. There was nothing more than having a goo
As soon as the designated car drove into the venue of Olivia's date, Damian picked the telescope and leaned forward on the window of the dilapidated building that he was in. He had earlier ordered a telescope, knowing that he might be needing them for missions like this. He squinted his eyes, and finally could see as she came down from the car. She was as beautiful as a goddess. His heart thumped just as his jaw clenched. She probably threw in her best to look this good just over meals with Stefan? Is she attracted to him? The thumping increased so much that he could hear it. Who the fuck is this guy? The name was foreign, he had looked him up on getting home from the event and all indications pointed that he did business elsewhere, definitely not in Manhattan. So what brought him here? Damian's left eye twitched as he thought of Ivan and his profound hatred for him. Has he called in Stefan and his father so that they could give out Olivia in marriage to them? Damian could feel