Damien's POV I stand at the entrance to Adrian's house, adjusting my clothing. Today, I am myself, Damien. My hair is ruffled, just how I like it, hiding my scar. Yesterday, he hurt her so badly. I hated listening to her cries, the way she begged him to stop. I did not realize at which point I called my father, requesting to go carry out a routine check on our collection. The butler opened the door. “Mr Damien,” he said coldly. “The Boss is gone.”“Good, thing I am not here for him,” I said, pushing past him into Adrian's house. The house is just how I expected, large, empty and cold. Unnecessary artificial sculptures, one I was certain was of my arrogant brother lined the hallway.“Go and call her down,” I instructed the butler. He sighed, muttering something under his breath. That wouldn't do. I moved quickly, grabbing the man's fat neck in my hands. “If I ever,” I gritted out, “give you an instruction again and you move slowly, you mumur, infact, you don't run like the fucking
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