AVA went home with a broken heart. Tears were streaming down her eyes, a sign of how hurt she was because of what Damian did to her earlier, yet her facial expression was fierce.Her forehead was creased, yet her heart felt like it was being shattered into pieces.“Good day, Ma’am Ava,” the maids greeted her in the second floor’s hallway when she arrived. However, Ava noticed the glances they gave at her revealing dress, causing her to be annoyed and humiliated at the same time.“Get out of my sight before I fire all of you,” Ava muttered, her tone dark and intimidating, yet the maids were too stunned to move. “Get out!”As Ava already shouted in frustration, every maid hurriedly went downstairs, leaving Ava alone in the hallway. Ava bit her lower lip as another batch of tears formed in her eyes.She wanted to burst into a rage, but she did her best to control her temper as she continued walking and went to their bedroom… Not knowing that Carson was inside, sitting on the couch, obvio
MEANWHILE, Damian went home after his conversation with Ava. The whole meetup just tired him out, even though it only lasted for a few minutes.His frustration was visible on his face when Anya, sitting on the living room couch, noticed it.“Bad news?” Anya asked, looking away from the tablet in front of her to stare at her husband.“Bad news is an understatement for what happened today.” Damian sighed, removing his shoes, and placing them on the shoe rack before he sat beside Anya. “I can’t believe that Ava took this opportunity to seduce me.”“That bitch… Really…” Anya gasped, disappointed but not surprised. “Anyway, are you okay?”“What?” Damian blinked his eyes twice, not expecting that Anya would ask him that question.“Well, I know that Ava stresses you out.” Anya shrugged and turned her direction to Damian. She placed her hand toward Damian so he would look at her. “That’s why you look so stressed today, huh?”“You won’t even ask first if something happened to me and Ava?”“Why
“YOU CAN’T think of anything to justify yourself, don’t you? Because what I’m saying is true,” Damian said, emphasizing every word. “You met Dollie, and you didn’t even tell anyone about it.”Carson looked away and stared at the wall. He couldn’t admit it or deny it, not to mention that he felt crumbling down again. Every time he was reminded about Dollie’s death, his heart shattered to pieces.“Wait, that’s a grave accusation huh! We don’t even know if that picture is edited or not!” Ava exclaimed, still trying to defend her husband despite the piece of evidence being thrown at her face.“Then we can ask an expert about this. Your choice,” said Damian in a casual tone, raising one picture in his hand. “But if we do that, you need to accept the consequences. You can’t throw tantrums at me like you always do.”“What the…” Ava scoffed and gave Damian a deadly glare. She felt humiliated, and she didn’t like it. “Why would Carson meet Dollie in secret, by the way? For her to seduce my husb
“What the fuck are you doing here? No one's been coming to my store because of you.” Damian Giovanni Smith, a poor man who chose to wait until the rain stopped, looked at the old lady who suddenly came out of nowhere. “What are you talking about? I’m not doing anything here,” Damian furrowed. “That’s the point! Your presence scares away my customers!” The old lady fumed, arms crossed in anger. "Look at you! Filthy and shameless!” Damian, confused, looked at his shirt and overall appearance. Well, he was covered in sweat and dirt from running in the streets, and the food stains on his shirt were from his delivery job. Actually, the cake he held was the only decent thing about him, as he had bought it for his wife, Ava Medivien. Even though that old woman treated him like a stray dog, Damian still remained polite. Today was supposed to be a special day, and he didn't want to ruin his first anniversary with Ava. “I’ll leave as soon as the rain stops.” To Damian's surprise, the old
Damian was stunned and at a loss for words, while Ava approached Carson who was still on the ground. "Carson, are you okay?""I'm fine. It was a surprise attack, so I wasn't able to retaliate." Carson stood up, maintaining his cool. “Surprise attack? That's bullshit." Damian laughed sardonically, his gaze not leaving Ava. “If you’re gonna cheat on me, you should have chosen a decent man instead.”“What did you say? Are you telling me I'm not a decent man, you fucking shithead?" Carson pushed Damian on the shoulder, making him stumble, but failed.Damian smirked coldly as he removed Carson's hand. "Your words, not mine.”"You freaking bastard!"Carson was about to attack Damian, but Ava immediately held onto his arm, stopping him. "There are so many people watching. Don't ruin our engagement just because of this!”"Engagement? Ava, what the fuck?" Damian raised an eyebrow, confused. "How could you be engaged with another man if we're married?""Married?" It was Carson’s turn to be con
Ava left the room first, followed by Damian. However, instead of going home, he went to The Cozy Corner, one of the most expensive bars in the City, and Ava’s favorite bar, too.A sad smile escaped his lips as he remembered the moments he shared with Ava at that bar. They would spend the night with each other, and part ways afterward so no one would see them together.Damian shook his head, stopping himself from reminiscing, and went to the entrance when two bouncers blocked his way.“You can’t enter here,” said the bouncer before pushing Damian away.“Why?” Damian asked, his brows furrowing.“Because beggars can't go inside to solicit.” He pointed at the customers inside. “Can you see how rich and presentable they are? What do you think will happen if we let you in? You’ll scare them, you motherfucker.”Despite the bouncers mocking him, he remained calm. “I am not a beggar, and I have money to pay.” He took a few bucks from his pocket, which is his remaining salary after buying a cak
“Young master?” Damian laughed, and grimaced again after. “Rich families' heirs are called young masters, isn't it?” “Yes, young master. It's a way of showing respect to the next heir," He answered while still bowing. The excitement and relief were evident in his tone.“But I’m not rich. So you can stop bowing now.”The man obliged, his smile unwavering. Although Damian was denying his wealth, his exuding aura still screams dominance and authority—like his master."My name is Leo, and I’m your father’s right-hand man.” Leo helped Damian to stand up. “I and your father have been looking for you for a long time.”Hearing the word 'father,' Damian was now certain that the man mistook him for someone else, just like Ava. "Thank you for helping me, but I’m not the one you’re looking for. I’m an orphan, and my parents died a long time ago. I don't have a father.""I know everything is hard to understand now, but you're the one we're looking for, young master Damian Giovanni Smith..." Leo t
Damian's back bore a huge amount of scars, so many that they had shrounded his once visible tattoo. Veron couldn't help but clench his fist as he surveyed the scars more. Based on it's intensity, he knew it must be painful for Damian, and his gaze quickly tinged with rage. ‘Someone tried to kill my child.’ A shiver coursed through his spine."What happened to your skin? Why are there so many scars on it?" Veron inquired, his voice trembling."I don't know, too. I can't recall any memory about what happened before." Damian smiled bitterly, knowing how pathetic he is right now. “You should look away. It’s a horrible view for you.”“You’re right. It’s a horrible view for me,” Veron’s index finger traced Damian’s back—The part where the black rose tattoo should be positioned, “because who dares to hurt my son like this?”Damian was astounded upon hearing those words. He remembered how everyone felt disgusted when they saw his scars, so he tried his best to hide it. But Veron was differen