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“He’s at it again.” Damien sighed, running a hand through his hair. His father’s moods had been increasingly erratic, and his fixation on legacy and wealth was consuming him. “Really?” Damien asked, his voice quiet with a mix of frustration and resignation. He paused for a moment, his gaze hardening. “I’ll talk to him. Where is he?”

"I have resources. Relationships. A track record of stabilizing companies through exactly this kind of crisis. You could use an ally, Mr. Reyes, whatever you think of how I've conducted myself until now." Across the city. A television studio. Damian sat under studio lights that felt considerably harsher than the ones that had once made him look effortlessly polished, a journalist named Rosalind Cho watching him with the patient, unblinking attention of someone who'd waited weeks for this exact interview. "You agreed to this sit-down before any of the DNA results became public," Rosalind said. "I imagine you're regretting the timing now." "I'm not going to pretend otherwise," Damian said, his

"I can't sit still, Aria. Every time I close my eyes, I see that blueprint. I see the red 'X' on the bedroom window." "You're safe here," I reminded him, walking over to hand him a towel. "Are we?" He wiped his face, his eyes dark. "Leo was inside the walls. He drove Adrian to the park. He knew the codes. How many other Leos are there?" "One less than yesterday," came a voice from the door. We turned. Damian stood there, dressed in a sharp suit, looking every inch the professional fixer. He held a tablet and a small, black device that looked like a futuristic lock pick.

"Don't cry." The whisper was faint and gentle, and everyone present knew that such tenderness was a luxury he only ever afforded one person: Vivian. "Go home now. I must prepare." "Will we… will we not see each other again soon?" Vivian's voice was nearly shattered. "I don't know," Damian answered bluntly. "War is unpredictable. I might die… or I might live." Vivian's body trembled. She bit her lip, stifling her sobs. "I will come again tomorrow, before you depart."

After his dead Lunas, he must have been with several other shewolves to pass the time. And maybe she was reading too much meaning into what was happening, yet he wasn't proving her wrong. "You should get dressed," Damien said, climbing down from the bed. He did a little stretch before walking to the closet. He pulled out a white button-down shirt, slipped it on, and rolled his sleeves. A few top buttons were undone, allowing Emberlynn to catch glimpses of his dark mat hair. The matted hair she had played with the night before. "What's the occasion?" she asked, swallowing slowly as her gaze trailed down to the dark jeans he wore. It fitted his muscular build perfectly, and she conjured a vivi

I wasn’t to gather any information, just pick up any red flags during my interview. Oh, what else? Right Damien is left-handed. He had a sweet tooth, he loved watching football. He even played in high school, until a knee injury. His knee pains when it’s raining or cold. Damien makes a mean sandwich but can’t cook to save his life. He loved eating Mia’s food the most. I’ve also learnt Mia isn’t the help, more like the protector of all the Priest secrets. Damien has degrees in business, finance, and sports administration. He’s lifelong goal is to buy a football team. He’s looking into Phili or the Chief’s.

“He’s right, though. Things will keep getting worse because of the Cross family. Damian’s father built an empire on secrets. He’s gone, but those secrets aren’t.” I was about to answer when Leo’s phone buzzed sharply. He frowned, unlocking it. Color drained from his face immediately. “Oh no,” he whispered. Adrian looked up right away. “What is it?” Leo turned the tablet around. The screen displayed a video thumbnail of me and Damian, standing in his office. The timestamp was yesterday. My heart shook. He pressed play. The video started grainy but clear enough. My voice rang out first: "Maybe telling the truth is the only way to cure it."

Whatever that they would touch will be spoiled. Damian was an actor and model. He liked to travel a lot and only comes back home when he didn’t have a project to work on. On the other hand Devin was a journalist, he was doing good and he was happy. But the beauty of it all was that these two loved their younger brother. Whoever wronged him will not have it easy.

she asked quietly. Damian walked over to the bar and poured a drink. He drank it in one swallow before turning to her. “Simon Levi is finished,” he said. “He won’t be a problem for Vivienne—or anyone else—ever again.” Aria let out a long breath. “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me,” Damian said, walking over to her. He looked tired. “I didn’t do it for Vivienne.” “I know,” Aria whispered. She reached up, touching his cheek.

“I am telling you the truth. There are not so many good girls out here, so you should find one as soon as possible.” “Bro, you know the person who is in my heart, so I really don’t need to find another one.” “It is your call, Pat. You are my good brother, so I only wish what's best for you.” “Bro, can I ask you a question?” “Sure.” “Have you ever liked Layla?” Damian did not hesitate as he answered in a serious voice, “No, I have never liked her, and I will never like her.” “Thank you,” Pat said.