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The next chapter of the fight hadn't even begun. No one knew if it would end quickly-or escalate into another round of screaming until their nerves burst.Livia braced herself, eyes squeezed shut.But the blow never came.Instead, she felt Damian's hand rest on her head.Not a gentle pat.Not violent either.Just... heavy.Her eyes slowly opened."I'm sorry," she whispered. "I must've gone crazy, saying all that nonsense."She didn't dare meet his eyes, shrinking into herself.Damian said nothing at first. He lowered his hand. Then lifted another-to take her chin between his fingers and tilt her face toward him.Livia resisted, turning her head away. Her courage had completely vanished."So... you like me," Damian said, tone unreadable. "You've already fallen for me?"'What?! Is that all you got from everything I said?! That's not the point, you idiot!' Livia screamed internally.He leaned in slightly, his voice quieter now. "Since when?""Answer me. Since when did you start liking me

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Hearing what Livia said, Damian laughed-low, dark, and dangerous.The sound made her shrink back instinctively. She frowned, her spine tingling with unease.She inched away, trying to escape the heavy aura pressing down on her like a storm cloud.Too late.Damian's hand clamped down on her shoulder and shoved her hard.She fell backward onto the mattress, her hands fumbling for anything she could use to protect herself.There was nothing.The pillows, the blankets-all thrown to the floor.She could only clutch the wrinkled bedsheet beneath her like a lifeline."Have you finished writing your novel, huh?" Damian's voice thundered, echoing through the room. He straddled her, his knees pinning her in place. "Then call me Honey!""Okay, okay! Honey!" she yelped.'What the hell does he want from me?! Does he want to crush me with that giant body?!'"Hey, Livia. My dear wife," Damian teased, lips curling into a twisted smile. "Do you like calling me that?"'What?! You're joking now? While y

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It was well past midnight.Damian had just finished his business. Beside him, Livia had already fallen asleep-completely helpless.He stared at her quietly for a moment.Her hair was scattered across the pillow like tangled silk. Damian ruffled it gently and let out a soft chuckle at her tiny lips, now parted slightly in her slumber.His fingers tapped lightly against her cheek, then moved to tuck her hair behind her ear."Thank you for loving me," he whispered.He leaned down and kissed her head softly. Then he pulled the blanket up to her neck, covering her body protectively-shielding her from the cold air that might dare touch her innocent skin.After what he considered an extraordinary night, Damian climbed out of bed. He picked up his clothes from the floor and slipped them back on, piece by piece.CREAK.The door opened.As Damian turned back to glance at his sleeping wife one more time, a satisfied smile curled on his lips.But the second he looked forward-"You're here?"Brown

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Brown stared at Damian, hesitation clouding his face. There was something he had to ask-something necessary if he wanted to plan for what came next."You... didn't hit the young lady, did you?"His voice was low but firm, concern in every word. In truth, he hadn't heard any screaming or commotion from inside the room. But he needed to be sure.Damian's head snapped to him."You're insane for asking something like that!" he barked. "Do I look like someone who would hit a woman?"A beat passed."Then again, maybe you're the one who likes to play, huh?" Damian growled, his voice sharp and sarcastic.'Yes, I only flicked her forehead till she almost cried,' he added silently with a scowl."I'm sorry, young master," Brown muttered, bowing slightly. "I don't understand you well enough."But love makes people stupid. And dangerous. Brown had seen enough madness in the name of love to be cautious. Who knew if Damian's emotions had exploded enough to-"She told me everything, you know," Damian

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The sun was already high in the sky.Everyone in the house was busy, going about their usual morning routines. Well-almost everyone.Jenny and Sophia had bolted before breakfast.Yes, they'd heard the first half of Damian's shouting at their sister-in-law last night, and that was enough. Not knowing how the "war" ended, they did the only thing that made sense: they ran for their lives. Better safe than being hit by emotional shrapnel.Still, curiosity gnawed at them.They asked everyone they could find about what had happened, but the entire house had zipped lips. Mr. Matt simply offered a neutral smile and said, "The young master and the young lady are doing just fine. They're still in the room."Then they spotted Assistant Brown, casually eating breakfast at the dining table, reviewing a stack of documents like nothing had happened.Jenny and Sophia approached him cautiously, hopeful.But Brown didn't even look up. "You really want to know?" he muttered. "People who pretend to know

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Downstairs, Damian descended the stairs with a soft whistle and a pleased hum-like a newlywed emerging from his bridal suite.He paused at the entrance to the TV room."Is that her?" he asked, spotting a nervous figure standing near the sofa with her head bowed.Mr. Matt stepped forward. "Yes, young master. This is Maya."Damian strolled over and sat down.At the same moment, Assistant Brown exited the study, his presence instantly darkening the air. The tension thickened as he took a place nearby-standing still, hands behind his back, eyes locked forward."Introduce yourself," Mr. Matt instructed.Maya's hands trembled as she clasped them in front of her skirt. This was her first time being called directly by the young master. She'd seen him before-at a distance-but never this close. She could barely breathe."G-Good morning, young master. I'm Maya. I work in the back house... in charge of clothing."'What did I do wrong? Why am I even standing here?'Damian noticed her unease and le

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Meanwhile, the Alexander Group building was alive with activity. Employees bustled through hallways, completing tasks to earn their monthly pay.On the top floor, inside the presidential elevator, Damian stood beside Assistant Brown."Where's Leela? What's she doing now?" Damian asked casually."She's on her way to the airport. I instructed her to handle the transportation branch issue out of town," Brown replied."No. Cancel that. Send someone else." Damian's tone was final.Brown frowned. "Why? Where are you going, young master?""I want to have lunch with Livia."Brown blinked. "Why?"Damian chuckled. "She's being punished, remember? She can't leave the house. If she eats lunch alone every day, she'll be lonely. So I'll invite her to my office for lunch. Get everything ready."Brown's expression twisted in disbelief. 'What?! Why bother punishing her at all then? Just let her go free!'"Why are you looking at me like that?" Damian laughed. "Do I look weird to you?"Brown nodded sile

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Time rolled on. When Brown returned, he was noticeably calmer.He hadn't found any pills in the shop.That meant the young lady's job was safe-for now. Mr. Damian wouldn't forcibly shut down her business, and once her punishment was over, she could quietly return to work as usual.A rare peace settled over Brown's mind.When he entered the President's office, Damian was still seated at his desk, seemingly deep in thought.A good sign.Brown allowed himself a small smile. When Damian's mood was like this, the world ran a little smoother.He placed a box on the table with a soft thud. A bodyguard followed closely behind, carefully leaning a large framed photo against the wall.Damian immediately noticed. "What's that?"Brown straightened. "Childhood belongings, sir. From the young lady's shop. This-" he motioned to the frame, "-looks like her mother."Damian rose from his chair and crossed the room. His usual indifference gave way to something softer, almost boyish curiosity."Let's see

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Brown looked visibly annoyed. He shut the door behind him and returned to where Damian sat at his desk."What is it?""Miss Helena is downstairs. She insists on seeing you."Damian went silent, slowly setting down the pen in his hand. He felt an unwelcome wave of frustration rising. Still, if he didn't end things clearly now, Helena would never understand that everything was truly over."Let her in," he said at last. "This will be the last time I see her.""Young master, you don't have to," Brown offered quickly. "I'll take care of her.""No. Let her in," Damian insisted, shaking his head. "I don't want Livia to meet her. Make sure everyone keeps quiet about this."Brown nodded and turned to leave. He looked even more irked now than before. The moment he stepped out, the secretarial staff trailed after him like anxious shadows."Tell everyone who saw Helena come in to keep their mouths shut. Master Damian doesn't want this incident discussed. Ever.""Understood, sir."Brown headed tow

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Brown left Damian deep in thought. He glanced at the blinking star icon on Damian's cellphone, then stepped out with a troubled expression.But what he saw in front of the elevator made his breath hitch.Livia's petite body was pressed up against the wall. Helena was gripping her shirt tightly with one hand, and Livia was struggling to push her away-fighting to escape, but her efforts seemed useless."What are you doing!" Brown's voice boomed through the hallway as he strode forward. He grabbed Helena's wrist, prying it off Livia's shirt with force. "How dare you touch our lady's precious body!"With a sharp twist of Helena's arm, a scream tore from her throat."Assistant Brown, let go! You could break Helena's arm!" Livia cried, hitting his arm in desperation. "Let go now!"Helena kept screaming, her voice shrill."Release Helena now! Do you hear me?!" Livia shouted, panic rising in her chest. "Assistant Brown!"Brown finally let go, flicking his hand aside after Livia hit him with a

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