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She wasn’t like the others. “What the hell is going on here?” Elena, her step sister demanded, looking at her mother for answers. “Who is he? What does he want?” Vivian, my mother, was still on the floor, looking up at me with wide eyes. I could see the desperation in her face as she scrambled to get up. She made a move to stand, but I stopped her with a cold stare. “Damien,” she said, her voice trembling. “Damien, you don’t understand. He’s your Fath—”

“Let me explain. Please. If you still want me gone afterward, I’ll walk away and never make you drag yourself through this again.” Elena hesitated only a moment before nodding slowly. “Come inside.” Damian stepped in quietly, his presence filling the small space. He didn’t sit. He didn’t move past the doorway. He looked like a man afraid the room would disappear if he breathed too hard. “Elena…” he began. “About my mother—” Elena held up a hand. “No excuses. Just truth.” Damian closed his eyes, nodded once, and finally spoke. “She didn’t die. She abandoned us.”

Duke’s mom rose up, and approached Damian and I predatorily. Damian stood in front of me protectively “Why don’t you ask your weak son, or should I say the dog of a human you call a son?” “Damian!” His mother scolded. “Tell him that the next time he tries to force himself on my wife. I promise, I’ll kill him!” Damian promised and led me out of the kitchen. His mother followed us quickly “what are you trying to say, Damian?” “Check the cctv.” He growled at his mom “Because if I don’t leave this room this minute, I’ll go back and k’ll him,”

Amelia had been enduring unhappiness for years. Quietly. Alone. While he remained too emotionally blind to notice. Nathan approached him cautiously. “Sir… there’s another issue.” Damian looked murderous already. “What now?” Nathan lowered his voice further. “Your mother saw the news.” Damian’s expression darkened instantly. And right on cue, His phone rang. Mother. Damian answered coldly. “What?” Her furious voice exploded immediately through the line. “Tell me the pregnancy rumors are fake.” Damian’s jaw tightened.

"First things first—do you have any siblings?" Damian shook his head. "Only child." "That explains the sulking," Saben complained. "Do your parents live in the area still?" Benedict asked. No, sir. I lost my mother when I was twelve. My dad is in Montana now. Retired army. We chat every now and then, but not often." Eliana's eyes gradually swiveled to Damian. She spoke softly. "You never told me about your mom." He gave her a tiny, personal smile. "You never asked."

"When I heard you were in a coma I thought I was too late." "Too late for what," Damien said. The man looked at Vivienne then, just briefly, with an expression that was asking a question without asking it out loud. Vivienne looked down at her hands. Which was, itself, an answer. "My name is Daniel," he said, looking back at Damien. "My mother was Elaine Voss. Your father's first wife, before he met your mother. Before he decided that his first family was inconvenient enough to pretend it did not exist."

Damian finally spoke, making all eyes move to him. "What do you mean?" Renee asked. "You mother fell terribly ill and unfortunately died when Maya was just a teen," Damian said. "A…and my dad?" Renee asked, her heart beating madly against her chest. She wanted to see at least one of her parents. "He's also not doing well. He was poisoned by his wife…..I mean the woman he married after your mother's death," Damian said, explaining quickly when he noticed the confused stares he was receiving. "The doctors declared him brain dead and I asked them to put him on life support because I couldn't bring myself to tell Maya her father isn't going to make it."

Again, Kylie wanted to ask the very question that lingered in her mind continuously and caught her curiosity so much, but she bit back whatever urge that was clawing its way out of her throat to ask him about Kiara's real mother. “Kiara lost her mother when she was two months old,” Damian uttered, as if reading her mind, but that was how far he could go to suppress her curiosity. Seeing the pain in his eyes, Kylie knew he couldn't go further so she simply decided to change the topic after saying “I'm so sorry about that.” In no time, they were both discussing the company matters, business, and Kylie hadn't known time had passed by so quickly until Damian's phone pinged so loudly,

“Damian… please.” His touch paused. Then his lips brushed her ear. “He’s not just anyone. He’s my half-brother.” Lydia’s entire body went still. Damian’s hand still lingered between her legs, warm and maddening. But her blood turned to ice. “He—what?” “Not my father’s son,” Damian said darkly. “My mother’s. Born from a man no one dares name in this house.” She searched his face. “Is he the reason Vivienne left?”

Aunty Paulina was the gossip who made it apparent to my mother that Mr Matthew was going to marry another lady. Aunty Paulina had always thought that I was Mr Matthew's son even though her best friend who happened to be my mom had always insisted on the opposite. The truth came to manifestation when she finally saw the child in question, me, Damian. "Na! He looks nothing like that big-headed Matthew." So aunty Paulina said. "The father... He must be a white man, is he German or Spanish? Baby girl you have changed o, you no longer tell me things, since you and that big-headed mark broke up."