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“But after your father died in disgrace and your mother left with you, your branch became a stain on the Barron name. You should’ve been grateful we let you come back.” He turned, resentment burning in his eyes. “And now Grandpa gives you the whole company? That was supposed to be mine.” Why Damian—the one everyone once scorned—was the one who won, Caleb couldn’t accept. With their grandfather gone and Aria present—someone he believed ignorant—Caleb finally let his bitterness spill free. Even in her past life, Aria had never known much about Damian’s childhood. Hearing this now, she grew quiet, her thoughts racing. Whatever had happened clearly traced back to his parents.

“I’ll be careful.” “And there’s something else,” he said, sitting up and pulling me with him. He looked me straight in the eye. “I need to tell you the whole truth about who I am. Because you deserve to know.” THE TRUTH ABOUT DAMIEN We sat on the edge of the bed, covered by the sheets. Damien took a deep breath and started talking. “My family, the Vane family, we established our roots decades ago,” he began. “But not just through business. My grandfather built an empire that handles security, intelligence, and… let’s just say, things that the government can’t handle.”

We both walked silently into the house and there we met Riley, Darius (Damian’s grandfather), and his parents. Riley immediately rushed to hug me. “I’m so glad you could come and a little heads up, grandpa is mad so try to steer clear of him.” She said. I watched Damian and his jaw tightened. His eyes were locked on his grandfather and he was looking at him like he had seen some kind of enemy. I already knew why though, he hated his grandfather because he had broken him and Lily apart years ago. It seems like after all this while he still hasn’t forgiven the old man.

“You don’t look like a man who just came from one of your usual midnight adventures. What’s wrong?” Damien smirked faintly. “Trust me, this one’s bigger than a woman trying to cling to my bed.” “Then it must be serious,” Mark said, chuckling as he signaled the waiter. Damien swirled his whiskey before speaking. “My grandfather had a heart attack some days ago but he’s stable now. The only thing is that he’s not playing games anymore. He’s given me an ultimatum.” Both men leaned forward. “What kind of ultimatum?” Daniel asked.

Perhaps it was because I obtained Uncle Victor's whole attention on me. "If you don't prefer Dami, I have got lots of other young men t–" "Grandpa, this matter requires your opinion." A cold voice interrupted us. I looked up and recognised it was Damien. The eldest grandson of Victor Fernandez. The coldest of the three. His one look was enough to kill a few people. Cold, daunting, and dangerous. "Won't you see who's here to meet us, Dami?" "Hi." He barely glanced at me and pivoted his attention to his grandfather.

She toyed with her braids and replied, "That's only because I like you…. Damian, my dad may not be a colonel, but my heart is truly set on you, unlike Carla. She's fickle. One moment, she's trying to win you over, the next she's getting engaged to the lieutenant colonel's son." Damian's silence was unnerving, so Heidi quickly tried to explain. "I'm not comparing you to Ryder. Y-You became a sergeant at such a young age, so you're bound to have a bright future ahead. "You got me the dance competition slot, didn't you? And Damian, about my dad's pending promotion at his workplace… "Could you…" Damian snorted. "Are you trying to get me to help again? You still owe me an explanation for the razo

The Mafia King even had the police eating out of his hands and was untouchable. Whereas Damien was the techy business survey one. An expert in all things business and the money generator of the family. Both were the pride of joys to their Father for their accomplishments and talents which had made his legacy grow to what it was now. “IS it about Ava,” Upon hearing say her name, Damien quickly turned and glared at his brother. Wondering how he already knew about her, Was it Ben? Had his assistant ran his mouth, Damien could not help but wonder,

Alexander tried to make Damien understand his point. Damien glared at his father. "You once loved my mother very much, father. You know how much you were affected by her death. Then why can't you understand my emotions now? She is still alive. She will come back for me. She knows very well what it would do to me if at all she leaves me. The day she leaves me is the day Damien Xavier Bishops date of death" he declared with finality.

“That empire was built on blood and silence. Damian has spent half his life trying to clean what can’t be washed away.” “His father…” I began carefully, “what kind of man was he?” The air in the room changed — cooler now, still but heavy. “Brilliant,” she said finally. “But cruel. He saw people as assets, not souls. Damian was different even then — too gentle to survive in that world. I think his father resented that.” I could hear something fragile in her voice, like an old wound reopening. “Did he ever tell you what really happened before his father died?”

Damian Today I’m going to the shop. It’s been about a week since my uncle Skull left and everything has been calm. I’m keeping my guard up but I’m glad there hasn’t been any retaliation for me kicking him out. As I walk in the custom bike shop, one of the many businesses the club owns, I notice two of the mechanics arguing and it’s getting louder. One of them a prospect named Koda is going toe to toe with my seargant at arms Ax.