Damian closed the last file on his desk and stretched his arm to signify how tired he was. He checked his wristwatch; it was past 10. Shit! He had been so engrossed in work that he had overstayed. With that in mind, he silently prayed Ravenna wouldn't get mad as it was their wedding anniversary. He packed the important files into his office bag, walked quickly out of the building, and headed to the car park where the company car assigned to him as a Department leader was parked. He drove to the cake shop, praying they would still have the flavor of cake Ravenna loved."The cheesecake, please," Damian said to the attendant with a smile."Sure," she replied with a smile and turned to prepare his order. As Damian waited, he spoke up again. "Ughh… I'm sorry to trouble you, but it's my wedding anniversary, and I would like it if you could put some kind of decoration on it. Something a woman would like," Damian said nervously, unsure if the lady would oblige."No problem," the lady said pol

Ravenna traced the strokes of scars on his belly as Damian winced. Some were still fresh, and others old. “Who did this to you?” Ravenna asked through gritted teeth, her eyes fixed on his stomach.“Ravenna….” Damian called calmly, aware of her anger. He needed to calm her down or she might do something drastic.“Those bastards….” she seethed and rushed towards the door, but Damian blocked her path.“Ravenna, please calm down,” Damian begged, his gaze fixed on her bloodshot eyes.“Calm down?” She chuckled incredulously. “They are treating you like a wild animal!” She shouted, tears streaming down her face. “Why? Why were you trying to hide it from me?”“Because I knew you'd react like this. I didn't want to see you hurt, Ravenna. It hurts me,” Damian said in frustration.Ravenna shook her head. “It’s my fault,” she muttered bitterly. “I let Dad do this to you.”“No, it’s not your fault. They just don't like me in here,” Damian defended Lucian once again.“Why do you keep defending Dad?

Damian slowly opened one eye, despite the throbbing pain in his head. "Argh…," he winced while attempting to get up. A middle-aged man rushed to his side, worry in his eyes as he looked down at Damian. Confused, Damian realized he was in a hospital bed with his body aching like hell."What the hell?" Damian exclaimed. "Why am I here?" he asked, wincing again as talking seemed to intensify his pain. Then he remembered the warden."Young master, I'm glad you're finally awake. I've been looking for you since your father's passing," the man said with a smile.Damian blinked, trying to recall where he'd seen this man before. "Who are you?" Damian managed to ask."Don't you remember me?" the man blinked in return. "I'm Roberto, your father's butler," he said. Damian stared, not convinced."I'm an orphan," Damian retorted, his frustration evident. He felt betrayed by the kings and his wife, and he wasn't inclined to trust another unknown person claiming to know him."Why am I here instead of

The limousine parked in front of a skyscraper as Roberto lightly tapped Damian. "Young master, we're here."Damian turned to look at him, as if realizing he was on a ride. "Oh..." Damian forced a smile.Roberto sighed as he got out of the car, taking note of his master's expression. It was obvious he was not himself. The meeting with Ravenna was taking a toll on him.He opened the door and bowed; Damian walked out of the limo as several men in black suits, well-dressed, bowed to him immediately as he emerged.Damian turned to look at Roberto in surprise."What is this, Roberto?""They are the staff of SN Hotel. This is one of Santoros Investments. And you, young master, are the new owner," Roberto explained."SN Hotels!" Damian's eyes glinted in shock. Everyone knew SN Hotel in the whole country. They were the leading one in the country; even the Kings were no match."Welcome, Mr. Santoro. We're glad to finally meet you," a woman walked up to him and handed him a bouquet, which Damian

"This is getting even uglier than I thought," Roberto sighed as he stared at Damian, who seemed entirely consumed by what he was discussing."Where's Elena?" Damian turned to Roberto. As he began to answer, the doorbell of the suite rang, and Roberto went to open it."Speak of the devil," Roberto smiled as Elena walked in."Mr. Santoro," Elena greeted with a smile."Good job, Elena. I didn't think you could pull it off," Damian said, his satisfaction evident in his smile, a rarity in recent days."Thank you, Mr. Santoro. And that was a piece of cake. It was high time someone put that scumbag in his place," she replied as Damian nodded."Ravenna's expression was the most hilarious. Who would have thought she'd abandon our young master?" Roberto murmured to himself before turning to Damian. "Do you plan to reveal your new identity to them?""Yes, but not anytime soon. I plan to weaken them first... then show them who they're up against," Damian's lips curved into a sly smile, relishing