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"Damien Moretti and Lady Natalia St Dumas." The applause that followed drowned my confusion as the spotlight flashed on Damien and his so called business partner.

⸻ Downstairs, somewhere deep in the house, Damien was still reviewing security footage. Looking for the truth. ⸻ He just didn’t know yet that someone else had already started revealing it.

KATNISS The smile on Damien’s face was the last expression I expected to see. I stood frozen on that elevated marble balcony, my hand instinctively tightening around the lapel of Hassan’s tailored suit until my knuckles turned stark white. In my nightmares, and in my past life, Damien was a man who hid his murderous ambitions behind smooth, calculated lies. But seeing him now, stepping past the breathless security guards with a wide, effortless grin stretching across his handsome face? It sent a violent, nauseating chill straight down my spine.

He was busy with an artwork when he remembered he had movie night with Ashleigh therefore didn't have the time to pack up. He packed his stuff and finally went to bed. The next morning Ashleigh woke up and looked around. Damien was gone. It was a normal ritual on a Tuesday morning. Damien would leave early so her mother wouldn't suspect that they were being naughty. Ashleigh got up and started getting ready for class. She was studying film production. She's always had the dream of becoming a famous Hollywood movie director. She knew starting off life wouldn't be easy but she knew what she wanted and she was determined to get it.

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

“Don’t worry, pay it in. I’m raising a daughter you know.” Damien said. “Okay, and before I forget, I need you to look for someone for me. She goes by the name Jenna Marbles. She is involved in this case.” He dropped a picture of Jenna. Diablo wrote down the name then stared at it for a while. Jenna Marbles sounded familiar to him in some way. He didn’t know if it was the Marbles or the Jenna. He raised a brow. “I feel like I already know this person. Any other information you can leave?”

She looked startled too as her mouth was open and tears were still streaming down her face profusely. One and only Madison Connor, now a waitress and... "Honey, you're not saying anything. I'm ruined, this lady has just spoilt my night honey and you're just staring at her without doing anything. People are staring, the cameras..." At the mention of cameras, Damien snapped out of his trance, giving Madison one last glance before dragging his gaze away from her. His look immediately turned from confusion, to one of pure disgust and hatred, as the pasts came rushing back. The hurtful things she and her family had done to him, how she had betrayed him and...

Damian stared at the ceiling in the darkness for a long while. Then his phone vibrated on the bedside table. His expression instantly sharpened. Careful not to wake Enola, Damian reached for the phone. One anonymous message. A photo attachment. Damian opened it. His eyes narrowed immediately. An old photograph. Alexander Cassel. A young woman standing beside him. And Clarisse. All smiling together. But his mother’s face had been violently scratched over with red ink. Damian sat up slowly. Another message arrived. > One woman died first.

The three adults sat together against the curved wall, breathing heavily, bodies covered in cuts and bruises. Kael broke the silence first. “I almost lost control back there. If Liora hadn’t called me back…” Serena leaned her head on his shoulder. “We all almost broke.” Damien was unusually quiet, staring at the floor with distant crimson eyes. Serena noticed. She reached out and took his hand. “What is it?” Damien hesitated, then spoke softly. “Seeing Viktor’s echo… even twisted, it brought everything back.” Damien’s Shadowed Past