They arrive at the Paradise Resort in ten minutes, but it was a little far. Damien gave his fare and then ran out of the vehicle to chase his beloved girlfriend. Rain was starting to pour and he had forgotten his umbrella back home. The fence separated him from the entrance of the resort. He had to run to the gate because the taxi couldn’t get there for the roads were blocked.Several expensive cars lined up at the sides of the road, but he paid no attention to them. He ran and ran until his lungs hurt. He finally reached the gate but the security stops him.“Invitation?”“I am Mister Richard's employee from Colton Corp. I have an emergency message to tell him.”“Give us the message and we will tell him.”“It’s discreet. Boss told me to keep it.”“Well, your emergency message ain’t reaching him. Get out boy. You’re ruining the show.”“Can’t you see I went into the rain to come here and deliver this message? It’s important!”But the security was not giving in. Damien had to find anothe

That night, Damien lost a friend at work. His coworker looked at him at disbelief and pushed the male away from him. “You’re not like this before, Damien.” He said out of spite. “Even if you were angry, you’d never grab anyone’s collar like that.”Damien was silent. He clenched his fists and bit his lip until he could savor the metallic taste of blood. “I didn’t do it.”“Well you fucking say that to the media.” His coworked grumbled. “Now that you’ve shown your terrible side, I have no doubts you actually abused Miss Clarissa.” “I fucking didn’t.”“That’s why she probably left you.” “That’s fucking enough!” Damien launched himself towards his coworker and lands a punch on his cheek. The coworker drops to the floor, bleeding through his mouth. Damien stood there, stunned at what he had done. His coworker weakly looked at him and shook his head.He angrily stood up even when his legs were wobbly. He spat the blood to the ground and gave him a rejected look. “You fucking changed,

He picked up the piece of paper on the floor and then barged out of the company while gritting his teeth and holding the box of his last belonging with him. When Damien was out of the building, he approached a nearby pillar, put the box down, and then took a while to breathe. His palms were bruised. So bruised because he had been clenching them since the beginning of the day. The little money he had was the last thing he was holding on to. He checked the money inside the envelope. This was two months’ worth of pay. With that money, he could pay off half of his debt to the landlady. He stashed the money into his pockets, securely and then left. He walked home that afternoon, and of course, he arrived when it was almost nighttime. His knees were near to giving up, but Damien was used to walking home from another city away at that point. Whenever he would pass by shops with television on, it always showed the prestigious wedding premiere of Clarissa and Richard.Had Damien noticed it,

Damien stared at the people before him and shook his head.“Look, I had a terrible day. If this is a prank, quit it out.”The girl named Ash sighed and rubbed her forehead. “I know you do not want to jump, Master Blackwell. Step out. Your father wants to see you.”“Father?” confusion is visible in the male’s eyes. “Sorry… I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t think it is me you’re looking for.”“You are.” Ash leaned closer to him until he could feel her breath on his face. Damien averted his eyes from her and looked away. “Emerald eyes and jet black hair, with a small scar on your cheek. You are indeed Lord Blackwell’s son.”“Who—”Ash placed a finger on his lips cunningly and then shifted her eyes to the men behind her. “It’s him. Take him.”The men in black approached Damien and pulled him off the edge of the bridge. Several cars in the street would look at the suspicious sight in front of them but figured that they didn’t want to get involved so they kept on driving.When

TWO YEARS LATER________________In a dark, wet alleyway of 504 Greenhill Street, just near the dumpsters— a bleeding man is surrounded by five other men wearing black suits and dark shades, each of them holding a gun to his head. A black Cadillac parks near the alleyway, blocking its only entrance and exit to the main road— giving these mobsters their own privacy.The man is sent to the muddy, grimy floor— begging for his life. “Please don’t do this! Have mercy on me! I was only told to do it!”The drizzling rain covered the man’s muffled cries, making him unnoticeable to the people walking past the street. But even if someone had noticed them, they wouldn't dare interrupt. After all, the Black Vigilantes was a former mafia group and now works as the government’s lapdog. A huge business, for the Blackwell family, head of the mob.A woman’s powerful heels then join the scene— Ash Harlock’s haunting footsteps caused the man to tremble even more. “Is this him?” “Yes.” One of the membe