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Turning pale, Joshua gave Damian a look of helplessness. Yesterday, Damian had saved Eli from the grasp of death. He'd not only stunned Joshua with his medical skills but also saved Joshua's reputation. For that, Joshua was both grateful and in awe of him. Since Damian was in a tough spot today, he was willing to lend a hand to repay Damian for his help yesterday. Unfortunately, that devious Kevin simply got Wren to do his bidding instead. Joshua couldn't be of any further help now. Soon, Greg Lewis, a man with a buzz cut, came bouldering in with a group of men in black. "Who dares cause trouble here, Ms. Jones?"

To her, Damian's secrets and Assistant Brown's secrets were two of the world's greatest mysteries. "All your fears are unfounded. The young master isn't the kind of man who strays. He's loyal to the core," Leela said with conviction. Livia thought of Helena. That past relationship alone was proof enough of Damian's loyalty. "I'm not just saying this because he's my boss. I've seen it for myself," Leela continued. "When I was going to marry Chris, we went to see him. He opposed our marriage because he knew Chris was a player."

He doesn’t like to lose. The emotion inside him was primal and dangerous. How could he have been so blind? He was probably one of the few people who knew just what Alexander Leonidas was capable of and yet he’d let his own emotions about the past blind him to the truth of the present. ‘He’s not going to let her go. He’s never going to let her go.’ He growled the words and his lawyer looked at him, startled. ‘Who—?’ ‘I’m going to get her out of there.’ Driven by emotions he hadn’t allowed himself to feel for over two decades, Damian was on his feet and at the door before his lawyer had even finished his question. ‘I’m going to Leonidas Island.’

Damian never got to finish since Rosie immediately cut him short. “Damian, you said you were going to drop by Avy’s workplace today; can you make it quick? I think something’s up with her. Lewis gave me a call and told me she was in pain; he was too freaked out to explain properly, but Avery’s refusing to go to the hospital. Can you, like…hurry over to her and see what’s up? I’m really worried since I haven’t been able to reach Lewis since then.” Rosie’s explanation had Damian’s heart thumping in his chest in fear and anxiety. Damian stepped on the gas, racing to find Avery, whom he found struggling against Lewis after he stepped out of the elevator and onto their floor, which would have bee

I said referring to Damian. "I'm sure whatever you have to say can wait till we get to the hotel" He said looking straight into my eyes. I got down from where I was sitting and noticed my kneel didn't hurt as much as it did earlier. " so what's the plan" Lucas asked as we move closer to the cars. ****†***†*****†****†****†****†***†*** Damian's POV Its been a crazy night, I have never see anything like what I witness tonight, and the overwhelming need to protect this girl is almost too much to handle.

Rough. Minimal. Cold. “You shouldn’t be in here.” His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at him. I scoffed lightly. “I don’t want to be.” I crossed my arms. “But I need to tell you about Damian.” Cain folded his arms across his chest. “I’m listening.” That was…Unexpectedly easy. I took a breath. “Damian is a very sly man,” I began, putting extra emphasis on the word. “And he doesn’t need to be physically stronger than you to win.”

“Or you can burn them. Stand by my side. Pretend to be mine. And together, we’ll destroy them piece by piece.” I stared. He was serious. Deadly serious. “You’re insane.” “Maybe.” He sipped his whiskey, unbothered. “But imagine it. Adrian, watching you on my arm. Knowing you’ll never crawl back to him. Knowing he lost to me.” My chest tightened. The image of Adrian’s face twisted with jealousy… God, it was tempting. Too tempting. “And Aria,” Lucian continued, voice velvet and venom. “Your perfect twin, seething every time I touch you. Watching the spotlight shift to you. Watching her fade into the background. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Behind her, Damian stirred in bed, murmuring something incoherent in his sleep. She didn’t have long. Sliding the tape into the player, she pressed play, breath shallow, robe clutched tightly around her body. The screen flickered. At first, nothing. Then—Damian. Sitting in the same velvet chair he’d once watched her from. Shirtless, his face shadowed, sweat beading across his brow like he’d wrestled with something far heavier than guilt. He stared at the camera for a long time before he spoke. “If you’re watching this, Lydia… then I’ve failed.”

I grunted and stood up abruptly, forcing Neymar to let go, his eyes were hot and sweaty and I weirdly craved a taste. “I'm sorry” “It's okay, just know I won't stop trying” He said and moved into the bathroom and returned shortly,his bulge still engorged in the tiny fabric of his pants. Immediately after I got outside, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and scrolled through the internet, and just as I suspected, this is far beyond my imagination. Damian's video is flying with mixed reactions from users, he's indeed the lord of controversy, why have I got entangled in this mess?

“To new beginnings and the honor of serving this great nation. I couldn’t have done this without the support of my family and you, Chairman Hamilton.” “New beginnings indeed,” Calista heard Damian whisper under his breath. Despite his mother’s disapproval, he had chosen to work with Mr. Lewiston to ensure that he had just as much experience to embark on his own political pursuit. Everyone raised their glasses in unison, echoing the toast. “To new beginnings.” “I heard Maria was in town a few days ago, Damian,” Mrs. Lewiston inquired, starting the conversation while staring at Damian, who rolled his eyes. He didn’t like her either.