Chapter 1

"Who said that we can't marry each other, Greta? I am now a free man." Damon removed his and Arya's wedding ring from his finger.

"That fast? Your divorce papers were processed immediately?" Greta couldn't help but smile.

"Not yet. I will still send it to my lawyer in the States to start the process. If you want to see her signature on it, here." Damon stood up and took the signed divorce papers from his case. He handed it to Greta.

"I didn't expect that you could do this in just a day. How did you convince her?" Greta asked in amazement.

"Even if you dress up a rat, it's still a rat. I told her that she needs to pay every cent that my family spent on his sick brother IF she will not sign the papers. She's poor so..."

Greta quickly kissed Damon on the lips. "You are cunning but I love it! Until now that woman still really believes that the Waltons paid for her brother's treatment! Another thing, it was a smart decision that you got married in America. Aside from the hassle and the annulment process here in the Philippines taking so long, the f*e is also super expensive!" She burst out laughing.

"Yeah. Arya is too naive and innocent. She is also very easy to fool. She thought that we really spent a fortune just to save her dying brother and just to get her to marry me!" Damon took his wine glass and poured wine into it.

"What do you expect? She's smart but extremely stupid! Wait. Did you fire her as your company's chief finance officer?"

Greta was looking at her wine glass which Damon was now pouring wine into.

"Not yet but I'm planning to do it tomorrow." Damon already drank wine. He looked away from Greta. In truth, he didn't know who would occupy Arya's position when he removed her from work. Besides, he was hesitant to fire her because of her intelligence and strategy.

Greta raised one foot towards Damon's leg. "I miss you so much, love. I endured and waited three years for this moment. If your grandfather hadn't died, we wouldn't have been able to accomplish your divorce with Arya. I hate how much your grandfather loves that bitch." Greta crossed her arms as she looked away.

"Only grandpa likes Arya. Don't sulk there. You are the one I love and you are the only one my family wants for me." Damon held Greta's hand and kissed it.

"I want to own you tonight, love."

Greta's eyes sparkled. "You can own me not only tonight but also every night, my love." She poured wine into Damon's wine glass.

"Cheers?"

Damon smiled. "Cheers."

"By the way. How much money did you give your EX-WIFE?" Greta's stares at Damon were sticky. She loves him but she loves his money more.

"Five hundred thousand pesos," Damon answered quickly.

One of Greta's eyebrows raised. Moments later she smiled. "You're funny. You are a multi-millionaire but you only gave her that much."

"For me, that's her price. I don't like to waste money on that woman. Didn't you know that I never bought her anything expensive within our marriage?" Damon smirked. His eyebrows furrowed when he noticed the commotion outside the restaurant.

"It seems like a celebrity arrived. By the way, tonight, Don Fridman will introduce his one and only heir to his VVIP business partners. Guess what? She's a woman like me! And... I'm planning to make her my best friend." Greta's eyes were filled with excitement while looking outside the restaurant.

"Armani's wealth is twenty times more than ours. I wonder why it will be held here," Damon said, confused.

"Actually, they only have a quick dinner here. It was requested by Don Fridman's granddaughter. After their dinner, they will then go to Armani's Villa. The announcement will be held right there, then this coming Friday night is the welcome party. Time and venue to be announced," Greta said.

"Are you an Armani fan? You're updated on their life events," Damon said jokingly.

"Of course, I'm a fan. Who wouldn't socialize with them? They almost owned this place! I mean, the whole, San Juan!" Greta exclaimed.

"You have a point. Even my family adores them so much, especially grandpa."

Damon's eyes widened when he saw Arya. "What is she doing here?" he whispered.

"Who?" Greta asked.

"Don't mind it. Let's eat? We miss each other so much so let's cherish this night together." Damon started eating. He looked again in the direction where he saw Arya earlier but she was no longer there. 'Where did she go? Is she following me? Is half a million pesos not enough for her?' he thought.

"Hey! I've been calling you for a while. Why are you not yourself? Who really was the one you saw earlier?" Greta asked irritably.

Damon stroked Greta's cheek causing her to close her eyes. "Relax, love. I'm sorry. I got occupied by something. Speaking of the Armanis, tomorrow I will meet the heir of Don Fridman you mentioned. We had a hard time getting an appointment with them. They even rejected us but just earlier, mama called. A miracle happened. They agreed to meet."

"Really, love? Omg! Can I come with you?" Greta did puppy eyes. "Please. I want to meet her." She pouted.

"Stop doing that. You're too cute," Damon said laughing. "Okay, you can come with me but you should be on time and behave. A lot of money will be lost to us if I don't close that deal tomorrow."

"No problem, love. If you want, I can even help you. I'm a businesswoman, remember?" Greta licked her lips, then she bit it.

"I almost forgot. Okay. Sure but for now, let's finish eating first. I want to eat something after this." Damon looked at Greta seductively.

Greta smiled. "You are so flirty. Are you sure? You didn't become like that with Arya?"

Damon's eyes darkened. "After we lost our baby, I lost my appetite for her." He filled his wine glass with wine and drank it straight.

Greta swallowed. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry? You didn't kill our child, right?" Damon stared intently at Greta's face.

Greta almost got choked. "Of course, I didn't. I mean, sorry because I reminded you again about—"

Damon laughed loudly. Greta also laughed.

"I'm just kidding, love. Come on. Finish your food. I'm excited for the next thing we will share," Damon said.

"Me too, love. I'm so excited," Greta whispered. She held Damon's hand.

Arya put down the magazine she was holding when Damon and Greta left. She was sitting at the other table.

"Miss Arya, your grandfather has been looking for you for a while. Don Fridman is calling for you. You need to leave already," said Mang Ruben, the right-hand man of the Armani family.

Arya stood up from sitting. She smiled at Mang Ruben. "Can I ask? Who is grandpa's secretary?"

"It's Miss Mariz. Why, miss?" Mang Ruben replied respectfully.

"Do you have her mobile number? I want to talk to her." Arya took her cell phone.

"I do." Mang Ruben took his cell phone. He searched for Mariz's mobile number and immediately gave it to Arya.

"Thank you very much. You go to the car first. Please tell grandpa, I will follow immediately after five minutes," Arya said respectfully.

Mang Ruben bowed. "It will be done, miss."

When Mang Ruben left, Arya immediately called Mariz's number.

"Miss Mariz, this is Arya Armani. I want to cancel my meeting with Mr. Damon Walton, tomorrow. Another thing, kindly inform them about the cancellation, one hour after the exact time of the scheduled meeting. Yes. Sure. Thank you, Miss Mariz." Arya ended the call. She smiled. "Let's play some games, Damon and Greta. I'm excited to see your faces tomorrow."