LOGINCHAPTER 2
I roughly shoved him away, glaring hatefully as I retorted. “You're not my fiance” … “i don't know what your family might have done to force my father into accepting the alliance but I can assure you that a wedding won't be taking place any time soon , especially not mine” He chuckled lightly as he pulled out a white slik handkerchief and gently wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth. “Judging by the blood on your lips and the finger markings on your cheek, I don't think your father has any plans of entertaining your resistance” With that he turned and left without looking back but just as he walked away, I spotted a strange man secretly watching us from the background, feeling annoyed I decided to pay it no mind. I spent the rest of the afternoon couped up in my room, seething in anger when my father finally came knocking. “Elisa darling, won't you open up and let daddy in” he coaxed but I turned a deaf ear to his words, burying my head even deeper into my pillows. He eventually got tired of knocking and decided to let himself in with a spare key. He barged into my room with an apologetic smile as he ushered in several maids bearing lavished gifts. “Elisa, look what daddy got you” … “I remember you desperately wanted to get your hands and a pair of those new Cameron cane shoes, right?” “Umm, sir I think you mean Calvin Klein” the head maid interjected. “Oh… yes, thank you” he voiced before forcefully prying me from my bed. “Princess, are you still mad at me?” His obnoxious question answer itself when he saw my swollen cheek and puffy eyes. “Oh my” he gasped, his eyes darting around my face. “hurry, get me an ice pack” the head maid immediately handed him an ice pack rapped in a soft cotton towel. He dabbed gently on my swollen cheek, ensuring not to hold it on for too long whilst apologizing profusely. I completely ignored his apologies and pathetic attempt at coaxing, refusing to even looking in his direction. The head maid (Nanny Rebecca) chimed in, pleading on my father's behalf. “Elisa, you shouldn't hold a grudge against your father. Give him a chance to explain the situation and why he acted the way he did, I'm sure he had his reasons, right sir Eliot?” “Of course” father beamed, nodding in desperation but I cut him off “Nanny, you weren't there to see how hard he hit me, he completely humiliated me and choose to side with mom's killers. And now he's only apologizing with all these gifts to convince me to marry into the family of those murderers” Dad let out a long sigh as he dismissed the rest of the staffs only leaving Nanny Rebecca behind. “Look, Elisa. No father would wholeheartedly want to give his daughter's hand in marriage to a spawn of his enemy, but it's just… it's just that things are a lot more complicated than they seem. The Greyhounds obviously aren't here with good intentions but this marriage alliance might be our only chance to avenge your mother's death. It'll be easier to take down their entire operation and crumble their empire once we have one of our own within their walls. It wasn't my intention from the beginning to get you involved in something this dangerous but when they came proposing a marriage alliance i saw it as what could be our only opportunity.” … “I already tried sending in spies months ago but none of them have been able to get close enough to the information we need but if you accept the alliance and marry Damian you'll be able to secretly assist my men within their walls. It shouldn't prove too difficult to win Damian over with your looks and use him as a pawn to bring justice to his father's evil deeds” “No one wants revenge more than I do but this seems a little far fetched, even for me.” I voiced, feeling uncertain. “Far fetched was when they decided to murder my wife.” He retorted, his voice rising in fury as he revisited the memory of my mother's demise. “But it's okay if you don't want to go through with any of this, I won't force you to do anything you're not comfortable with. I'm sure I'll be able to find another way to get revenge” I could help feeling guilty upon hearing his words. After a bit of deliberation, I finally agreed to follow his lead and avenge my mother. He was overjoyed when I finally agreed and promised he'd bring me back himself once the operation was successful. After settling the misunderstanding between us I didn't hesitate to accept the numerous gifts he brought along. I scanned through the items with excitement until I saw something that triggered my dissatisfaction. “Seriously Dad, only 12 gold bars? Are we going bankrupt?” Nanny tried to urge me to ignore it but I wasn't budging. After listening to my whining for so long dad finally agreed to get me whatever I wanted as compensation. “I'd like my monthly allowance to be increased to $150 million, Deal?” My father eyes almost bulged out of his head upon hearing the amount I was requesting. “$150 million? That's an outrageous amount besides I already increased your allowance last month” “But you only increased it to $70 million and it's barely enough for my expenses…” “What expenses?” He interrupted. “ You always use my card to pay for everything, refusing to spend your own money. So what exactly do you need $150 million for?” I dramatically fell into Nanny Rebecca's arms as I began sobbing hysterically. “Nanny, I'm already doing some much for him and all I request is a mere $150 million in return and he's refusing” Under the immense pressure from me and nanny Rebecca's persuasion, father eventually agreed. (A WEEK LATER)... In the blink of an eye, the memories of my father's generous bribes were far behind me as I stood frozen at the entrance of the Greyhounds family estate.Her voice remained small. Hurt. Uncertain.Vulnerable.Damian took a deep breath.Wiping her tears gently.And then— in a single movement.He reached into his pocket, pulled out a ring box, and got down on one knee. Right in front of her.Elisa went completely still.He opened the box.The diamond dazzled under the office lights.“Elisa,” he said softly, affectionately. “This is what I meant.”Her breath caught in her throat.“Damian—” she whispered, stunned.“No,” he interrupted gently but firmly. “Please. Let me speak this time. I actually have a lot to say.”His voice was steady now—but emotional.He looked up at her with sincerity so raw it made her chest ache.“You once told me,” he continued, “when we reunited after the conference… that Luca is your priority. That his approval matters above all else. So I did exactly what you asked. I won him over. I earned his trust. I made sure he accepted me.”His voice trembled slightly.“Luca shouldn’t be a concern anymore. He is more than
Elisa had been worried the very second Damian’s tone shifted.There had been something different about it—something low, steady, and impossibly serious that didn’t belong to casual conversation. It had threaded through her chest and tightened there, coiling around her heart until she could barely breathe.So she quickly obliged.Without asking too many questions—because questions felt dangerous when his voice sounded like that—she ushered him along with a small, polite gesture of her hand, leading him toward her in-house office. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, each step echoing far louder than usual, as though the house itself sensed the weight of what was about to unfold.She went in first.And he followed.The door shut behind them with a firm, deliberate click.She heard it.She felt it.A sound too final.She turned around just as he had closed it fully, his hand lingering on the handle for a brief second longer than necessary, as if steadying himself.The room suddenl
The next morning dawns quietly over Elisa’s estate, sunlight filtering through tall, ivory curtains and spilling in pale gold ribbons across the marble floors of the dining hall. The world outside felt deceptively peaceful—birds chirp, a fountain trickled softly in the courtyard—but inside, something far more volatile brewed beneath the calm.Elisa sat at the long breakfast table, porcelain cup poised between delicate fingers. Across from her, Luca swung his small legs under his chair, humming softly to himself, entirely at ease after the emotional reconciliation of the previous night. The fragile tension that had once clung to the estate felt lighter now, though Elisa’s heart still carried the faint aftershock of everything she had endured.The television mounted on the far wall played softly in the background—until suddenly the tone shifted.A sharp chime. A red banner flashed across the screen.Breaking News.The anchor’s urgent voice filled the room.Three prominent families—the H
He remained silent for a while.“…You’re asking me to lie to her.”“I’m asking you to help me, for mommy's sake” Luca corrected softly.That shouldn’t have hurt.But it did.Damian sighed.“…Alright.”Luca’s eyes brightened slightly.“Pinky promise?”Damian stared at the tiny finger extended toward him.“You drive a hard bargain,” he muttered.“Pinky promise,” Luca insisted.Damian chuckled softly as he obliged, linking fingers with the child.“I promise.”In the moment he was instantly snapped out of his thoughts by Elisa panicked voice.“Damian?”Her voice snapped him back to the present.“Why aren’t you answering me?” she asked instantly, panic creeping into her tone. “Is it because Luca is still mad at me?”Damian blinked.“No,” he said quickly. “Not at all. I was just lost in thought.”But he remained silent after that.And she noticed.She always noticed.Her worry didn’t fade.And guilt began to settle in his chest.Because he was hiding something.Her own son.Her own child.B
It took a long time.Not minutes.Not a brief comforting moment.It felt like hours.Hours of quiet reassurances.Hours of tiny hiccupping sobs.Hours of a five-year-old clinging like he was afraid that if he loosened his grip even slightly, the world would collapse around him.Damian remained seated on the edge of the bed, Luca in his arms, gently rocking him back and forth.“Breathe,” Damian murmured softly. “Just breathe slowly. In and out. Like this. See? Just like how I'm doing it.”Luca sniffled loudly, trying to mimic the breathing pattern but failing miserably and dissolving into another hiccup.“You’re bad at breathing,” Luca muttered through tears, half-accusatory.Damian blinked.“I’m bad at breathing?”“Yes,” Luca insisted weakly. “You breathe too big. It makes my chest hurt.”For a moment, despite the weight in his chest, Damian almost laughed.“I apologize,” he replied solemnly. “I’ll try to breathe smaller.”That earned him the tiniest watery glare.Luca sniffed again,
The silence between them did not ease.It thickened.Damian remained seated beside the small trembling figure, his hands resting loosely on his knees, though inside him nothing felt steady. Luca’s words still echoed in the room — not loud, not shouted — but heavy. The kind of words that do not belong in the mouth of a five-year-old.Damian was momentarily speechless.Not because he didn’t have an answer.But because he suddenly understood that whatever he said next would shape something fragile inside this child.He inhaled slowly, steadying himself.When he finally managed to compose himself, he spoke gently.“Why would you jump to such a conclusion?” he asked, his voice low and careful, though emotion threaded quietly beneath it. “Why would you think something like that? What made you believe that things would happen that way?”Under the blanket, Luca shifted.He peeked out in confusion — wide eyes swollen from crying, lashes clumped together with tears. For a moment, it seemed like







