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" It died with my heart. I do not have the strength for that. I wish I died along with her. You call yourself my mother. Do you not see through my pain? " Kian asked. His mother only scoffed. " Your father died before you were born. Did I spend my life in mourning? What was so special about that daughter of the damned? " Kian found no solace and extremely missed his grandfather. Layla was still looking for her Dark Lord, aka Calex. He was alive but he had disappeared without a trace. Kiara's grave was just outside the land of the Kakara tribe. Sitara had insisted that she was left close but no inside when she finally married Kilian.

I start off towards the cemetery. He doesn't question me and instead follows my lead. We enter the cemetery as I walk towards a big headstone. Sean Mayflower Dedicated War Hero and Family Man 1089-1130 A stray tear slips out as I sit down in front of the grave. "Hi Dad." Damian sits down beside me. He places a hand on my shoulder. "I'd like for you to meet Damian. He's my boyfriend. Mom approves of him but I figured you'd like to meet him. I promise he's treating me well. You know I'd kick his ass if he didn't." I chuckle a little but it's half hearted. "Mom is doing good and so is Rose. Her little boy Jacob is growing up fast. He just turned 12. He hopes to be just like you someday. Binx is

“Okay?? Connor would be scarred for a long time. Don’t forget that it was an explosion that killed his mother. Now, one nearly killed him because of your wife!” Damien stared into space. How had he not thought of it? It was true that an explosion killed Connor’s mother when he was eight. It had been long ago so he forgot. Connor would’ve been reminded by this incident. Damien looked back at Arya. “It wasn’t Arya’s fault still. She is still a victim. Debby used a family member against her.” “Family member? So they’re all nut jobs who turn against each other? What family member? The one you helped get a job? Huh?” Ken threw the questions at Damien.

“Claire, I know I was wrong. Serena was never anything more than a mistress I kept in the shadows. I only needed her to give me a child. As soon as she gives birth, I’ll kick her out of my life. Please come back with me, okay?” I shook my head firmly. “Damian, I don’t care what you and Serena have going on. “All you need to know is that I’ve started a new life here. I’m never going back with you. Please leave.” “I won’t allow that! I refuse!” Damian roared and lunged forward, trying to drag me away from Justin. Seconds later, a sharp pain shot through his chest. Damian clutched his heart and collapsed to the ground. The last thing he saw as his vision blurred was my cold, indifferent gaze.

“He was working with someone. Someone powerful. Someone who wanted both of you dead.” Adrian’s breath caught. I stepped forward, voice sharp. “Who?” She finally looked at me. “Your mother.” The world stopped. Adrian gasped. Leon cursed low. I stared at her in total disbelief. “My… mother?” She nodded once. “Yes. Damien… your mother helped murder Adrian’s father.” And Adrian’s hand slipped out of mine.

The elderly woman offered Damian a polite smile. "There is no need to worry." She extended her hand. "My name is Margaret." Damian shook it politely. "Damian Blackwood." A look of recognition crossed Margaret's face. "I know who you are." She smiled gently. "I used to volunteer at one of the children's homes your parents supported many years ago." Damian's expression softened. "I've heard my parents mention your name before." Margaret nodded. "They were wonderful people." "They helped many children who had nowhere else to go."

"Damien, surely we can discuss this calmly, Vivienne is my daughter too, whatever happened tonight, I am sure it was…" "An accident," Margaret said quickly, finding her footing again now that Howard was in the room to prop the story up beside her. "A misunderstanding between sisters that got out of hand, girls that age fight, and I am sure once everyone has calmed down we can.." "I don't care what it was," Damien said, cutting straight through it. "I care what happens next, and what happens next is very simple." "Damien, be reasonable," my father said, taking one step closer to the bed now, as though proximity to me might somehow lend weight to whatever he was about to say next.

It was my choice to be his slave and I couldn't go back on my words even if I wanted to. Went straight to my desk and decided to do a little research on Damian… There has to be something about his parents on the internet.. After typing for a few minutes I finally found a few interesting things about Damian.. There was so much about his success in dominating the business world but there was little on his family history.. There was nothing about his parents, not even a picture and it turns out Grandma Vanessa and Grandpa Narciso are actually his maternal grandparents.. Apparently there's nothing on his other grandparents and his family too.. it's more like they never existed…

“Amara’s not alone in this journey. I’ll stand by her.” My mother’s face plastered with fury. “You...how dare you come in here and make such a claim without permission? This family doesn’t need your interference in what's happening here!” Damian’s smile was cold, his expression totally hardening as he directed his gaze directly at my mother . “Oh, I’m not even here to interfere. I’m here for one purpose, to ensure Amara doesn’t become another calamity in your quest for more power. I will marry her, and I’ll ensure that she's properly taken care of and nothing happens to her. Not while I’m still around.”

“Yeah… I saw that. Everyone here saw it. So why not? Let her know exactly the kind of man you are.” “Damien,” I said, warning in my tone. But he wasn’t looking at me. “Do you think we don’t know you want to exploit her? That’s the game, isn’t it? You keep her close, use her, control her… until you’ve squeezed every drop you want out of her.” Father took one step forward. Damien didn’t flinch. If anything, he leaned in, voice dropping to a near-whisper — the kind meant to cut deeper. “I actually pity her mother, Celeste. If she ever found out what you really are… how you murdered your own mate — our mother —”