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I thought everything was over then. But I witnessed Caesar’s heartbroken, devastated state. He held my lifeless body. He gently smoothed my disheveled clothes and hair, then softly kissed my forehead. He promised to avenge me. Later, he indeed fulfilled that promise. In that past life, Damian had risen to become the godfather of the entire mafia empire, surrounded by layers of security. Yet Caesar found him anyway, and they both died in the fight. I did not understand why Caesar would go that far for me.

“I did my investigation, Olivia. Your father refused the early treatment. Refused the transplant options because he was too obsessed with revenge. He let your mother die of grief. He let your brother waste away. And as we speak, the police have him in custody.” Damien’s voice softened, almost gentle. “I’ve arranged for your brother to be transferred to the best facility in the country. Full treatment. Whatever it takes. Because even if everything between us was a lie…even if you tried to burn my entire world down…you were still there when I needed someone. So I’m doing this. One last time.” He looked straight into the cameras. “I will cooperate fully with the investigation. I’ll answer every

How did Damian come to be? His dad fell in love with the queen of south side pack. Fell in love? Damian don't think so. Now, they spent most days at each other's throat. Fighting in their true forms. Damian thinks he married her because of the throne. When he was a kid, he tried to turn Damian against the wolves. Damian had his first kill when he was five. Damian would never forget. Darien Gerald. He was royalty but he was a vampire. Damian concluded his dad had a personal beef with him and Damian was his personal soldier. After that, he and his mom had their first fist fight in his presence.

Journal entry 201 Dear Treadway I have started calling you Way. You do not seem very fond of it because you correct me every time l say Way saying it's Treadway. I do not listen though because I want to be someone you think about. Every time you hear Way anywhere else you think of me. Selfish aren't l? I try talking to you on certain occasions but you keep the conversations professional, most of the times l do the talking. Not that you have a habit of ignoring people but I think you just don't talk a lot, you are reserved

"Yeah, I am. Damien assured me that the movie crap isn't him and he doesn't run around killing people. So, yeah, I'm okay with it. I may have to take a vacation after this, but I'm okay with it." He was getting more comfortable around the two and he relaxed more into the chair. He finished his coffee before it got cold. He was sitting there thinking about his conversation with Damien and that he spoke Latin. Roman Latin to be specific, according to Damien himself. Did that make him a priest before he was changed? Latin? Why was that sticking in his head? OH YEAH! Now I remember! My brother had a t-shirt and the school suspended him for it. Mom and Dad would never tell me what it said. What w

he taunted. Damian rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. He even went as far as taking off his gold watch, slipping it into his pocket, then folded his palms into fists, throwing some punches in the air. Bewilderment was all felt in that moment. I didn't know if I was looking at a kid or at a twenty-nine year old man. This wasn't the first time I had seen Damian act like a kid. Sometimes, it seems as if his brain wasn't fully developed. It could still be he had a psychological problem and which his father had tried to cover up. I wouldn't put it past that sneaky old bastard. Either way, I couldn't care less.

Maru smiled and hoped that Uwyn's pet really did not kill this aged man as her emotions were still high from the recent fight. "Can you hear me, grandfather?" Uwyn visited the old man and leaned down to shake Damian awake. "Please forgive this one's impudence, great immortal!" Damien recovered from his drowsiness and remembered what he was here for. He quickly kowtowed and stayed in that position, an apt action for a mortal who awaited judgment from the gods. "Hehehe. You're mistaken, grandfather. I'm not an immortal yet. I'm still five years old this year." Uwyn responded and the mistaken identity pleased her to no end.

I grinned "In the light of knowing your age, I'll say you should stop being a worrywart,.least you start growing grey hairs and fight less because you'll be running out of energy faster than we young people" He burst to laughter. Louder than the previous ones I've ever heard from him. He seemed very free and happy, not like the Boss of the underworld, not like the owner of a multimillion dollars company, Just Damien. The husband of Serena Rossi and the Father of Maria Genovese. That's who he looks like in this moment. It warmed something in my chest and I lifted my hand to rub it.

“Damian Carter. Alex's older brother and the rightful heir to the Carter's enterprises.” “Wait, Alex isn't the oldest?” “No, he's not, Damian was supposed to be in charge but he ran away years ago. He was believed to have been exiled or even dead.” “Have any idea why he ran?” Rachel lowered her voice even further. “There were rumors. He was involved in something terrible. Some said murder, others said fraud. Either way, the father exiled him. Based on stories I've heard about him, he's really dangerous,Leah, not like Alex. Alex is controlling, he likes to take charge of things, people, everything. but he's somewhat predictable. But this Damian?” She shook her head “He is a rule breaker. He d

"Yes. Felix Lucano is still in charge of his business. He's long since married another woman and has a new family. It's as if nothing ever happened." Damian threw his empty glass onto the table roughly. "That bastard." Hugo remained silent, waiting for further reaction from his employer. "Does he know about my mother?" Damian continued. "I don't think so, sir. Or maybe he knows, but doesn't care. After all, after leaving Lady Dania eighteen years ago, he never once tried to find out how she was doing." Damian chuckled-a laugh that did not sound pleasant at all. "Typical coward. And so, Yara, that girl, she must feel what my mother felt."