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The cuffs pulsed harder, punishing my racing heart, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the impossible man above me. “Officially, yes,” Damian replied smoothly, as if discussing the weather. “Practically… I’ve been busy. The work demanded distance. Sacrifice. A certain amount of theater.” His gaze flicked sideways to Jade, something unreadable, almost proud… passing between father and son. “Your stepbrother proved more than capable in my absence.” Jade inclined his head, that smug, dark-eyed smirk curling his lips… the same one I’d longed to wipe off his face a hundred times.

“And not about criminals.” Nikolai tilted his head. “But you’re not a bad guy.” Damian didn’t respond right away. Instead his gaze drifted slightly past Nikolai. Toward nothing. Toward somewhere far away. Toward memories. “You know…” he said quietly. “I was younger than you think when everything started.” Nikolai’s eyes widened instantly. “Really?” Damian leaned back slightly in his chair. His eyes softened as old memories crept in. Old streets. Old fights.

Damian said with concern evident in his voice. Emily slowly turned her gaze to where Damian was sitting as she narrowed her eyes into a glare at him, “She destroyed your life with a good woman and you are sitting there asking what she had done?” Emily uttered her voice sharp. Emily is Damian’s Elder sister. Damian respects her a lot. All the wealth he had if not for her support and connection with top business personalities around the world, Damian wouldn't have risen to such fame. She left her hometown and was living her life in France.

All they could do was sigh about how lucky they were—first, a gentle yet dark hunk had showed up, and now, here was another bad boy hottie! The man pushed back his hair from his forehead while putting on an untamed grin. He walked toward Edward and arched an eyebrow. Then, he patted the back of Ophelia's hand. "Hello there, my brother and sister. We meet again." Ophelia was dumbstruck. This was Damian's older brother, Joseph Murphy. He was the son of the main branch of the family and the Murphy heir. Ultimately, the reason Damian was able to pursue his career in the entertainment industry so carefreely and fearlessly was that he had an older brother holding up the fort.

“ No , I am not seeing anyone at the moment . “ said Damian looking away from his mother’s eyes . “ Don’t lie ! I have all the proof that my people sent me on the phone , you…. “ said mr Adam a bit annoyed but when his wife glared at him he smiled . “ My dear son ! “ said mr Adam with a smile . “ ………Creepy ! “ said Damian in a low tone when hearing his father address him in such a caring way . ‘ You brat ! ‘ thought mr Adam annoyed . He took out his phone and showed Damian the photos of him and Antonio staying close to each other . ‘ …..Despite being an old man , I gotta give him some credit on the fact that he is quite quick at catching things and finding proofs . ‘ thought Damian with a ti

She sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to touch him. “Can I ask you something?” she said softly. “Anything.” “When did it start?” she asked. “Your condition. When was your first reaction?” Damian was quiet for a long moment. He looked down at his hands. “I was sixteen,” he said, his voice low. “My parents died in a car crash. I was at school when they called. Just… a phone call. ‘Your parents are gone.’ No warning. No goodbye. Just gone.” Her chest tightened.

Damian’s hand found the back of my neck, fingers hooking gently into the O-ring of the collar. “He’s been pulling strings from the shadows the whole time,” he said quietly. “Your father didn’t just leave you. He positioned you. Used you as leverage against me from the beginning.” I felt sick. “He trained you?” Damian’s jaw tightened. “Years ago. Before Apex. Before the scar. He was the one who taught me how to control people. How to break them. How to own them. I thought he was dead too.” The room felt smaller. The fire crackled, but the warmth didn’t reach me.

I asked, scoffing. "What did you think you'd find? A big scary dark secret??" He said with a teasing smile and I rolled my eyes. I took a look at the photos one after the other. Most of them were photos of Damian when he was younger. Photos with friends and some faces I didn't recognize. There was one with an older man and woman while he was in a graduation gown. "Are these your parents?" I asked, showing him the photo and he nodded. "Yeah, I just finished College then," he said and smiled.

"Damian!" I stood up and came out from behind my desk to greet Damian. We hugged each other tightly. It had been a long time since I had seen him, since he had returned to Italy to take care of his sick father who had finally passed away. "You've gotten thinner," I said, observing Damian closely. "Is everything hard there?" Damian sighed and walked over to the couch, then plopped down on it. "My father was really an amazing man," Damian said in a gloomy tone. "He had prepared everything for me and my siblings who all came from different mothers."

Mean while in the Blue lake clan, Alpha Damian was in his office working on some documents when he heard a knock on the door, he raised hes head as the person entered the office A seventy five year old man and a seventy year old woman walked into Alpha Damian office and sat down on the chair oppsite him, Damian looked at them and pretended to be working on the file with him. The old man was Grand pa Laite and the old woman was Grand ma Laite, this old people were Damian grand parent, after the death of Damian parents, they both pratically raised Damian even though Damian was already the Alpha at a very young age when Grand pa Laite saw that Damian was ignooring them he picked his walking sti