“Mr. Santoro.” Zayd waved at Damian where he stood with the other club members, except Massimo, as he descended the stairs with a wide smile.“Your Highness,” Damian said when he got to them.“Mr. Santoro,” Enrico shook his hand with a smile.“I thought owners of conglomerates don’t usually have time to attend petty parties that don’t involve money,” Luca asked with a smile as Damian scoffed.“It’s the prince’s birthday, after all. I have been looking forward to this day,” Damian said as Luca nodded slowly. They all had learned the hard way. They have learned to respect him.“I thought you wouldn't make it.” The ever-friendly Fabio said as he raised his glass toward Damian, who just chuckled.“How could the owner of the hotel where the birthday is being celebrated be absent?” A voice interrupted from behind as they all turned to see Massimo with a bright smile.“Hey, cousin.” He walked past all of them and walked over to Damian and hugged him.“Hey, man,” Damian patted his back with a

“Good morning, your highness,” Amir entered the room as the Prince lazily stretched on the bed the following day and looked up to see his bodyguard.“You’re back from vacation? I asked you to stay away for three days so I could breathe properly. What part of that don't you understand?” Zayd inquired with a frown on his face.“I'm sorry, your highness. But I couldn’t stay away for so long,” he bowed slightly and turned to face Zayd, who still wore a displeased expression.“What do you want in my room so early?” Zayd stood up from the bed and began to walk out of the bedroom to the living room, despite being stark naked. Amir attempted to caution him, but it was too late as his eyes met Ravenna.“What the hell are you doing in my suite?” Zayd asked, his frustration from yesterday’s party overshadowing his awareness of his nudity.“Your highness,” Amir tried to caution him about being naked, but Zayd gestured a warning for him to stay quiet and stay away, his gaze fixed angrily on Ravenn

"What’s with the headline?" Ravenna walked into her father’s office and slammed the newspaper she was holding onto his desk. Lucian removed his spectacles, glanced at his daughter, then focused on the headline featuring a huge picture of Zayd.“The prince is quite something, isn’t he?” Lucian cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair, giving his full attention to Ravenna.“He offered to buy the SU resort and plastered it all over the news?” Ravenna asked with an incredulous tone.“As you’ve read,” Lucian replied sarcastically, gesturing to the paper."That guy is bluffing!" She pointed at the door as if Zayd was there."What?" Lucian asked. "I thought this was all your doing. You taking him and all that…""How could you be so naive?! Sometimes I wonder if I still know you!" Ravenna retorted, running her hands through her hair."What do you mean I don’t understand? Aren’t we supposed to be happy with the latest developments? With this news, you can’t imagine the publicity this ha

“I hate guessing,” Damian replied with a smug smile. “Let’s go say hi,” he added quickly, heading towards Lucian without waiting for Ravenna’s consent.When they finally reached them, Zayd, whom Damian had made clear should keep his relationship with him a secret, nodded slightly in a way that only Damian would notice.“Lucian,” he said, calmly intruding on the little meeting Lucian was having with others.Lucian glared at Damian, showing irritation at his presence but maintained a smile.“Excuse me, gentlemen. I was passing by and couldn’t resist saying hi to the man of the hour,” Damian said with a feigned smile as Lucian skillfully moved closer to him, wearing a tight smile too. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked through gritted teeth.“Congratulating you. You’ve always loved the spotlight, Father-in-law,” Damian whispered loud enough for Lucian’s ear while sparing a glance at his daughter, who had a neutral expression.“As I heard, you’ll be acquiring the SU resort in a grand

"You've developed a habit of having a buffet in the office, Young Master," Roberto commented with a smile, picking up a file Damian had just signed, urgent and needing attention, while he continued eating, slicing toast with sleek precision as if it were an order."Really?" Damian munched on the meat, glancing at Roberto. "I heard this is how most wealthy conglomerate owners do it. It makes me feel on top of the world," Damian chuckled as Roberto smiled back, observing Damian pick up a glass of wine while the Michelin chef who was slicing the meat brought another plate to him."Merci," Damian nodded at the French chef, who bowed slightly and returned to the freshly cut meat with his assistants.Damian took a sip of wine and dabbed his mouth with a napkin."Are you done?" Roberto asked, watching Damian."No, I'm just getting started," Damian spared him a glance. "I'm expecting some guests," he said as Roberto raised a brow."But your schedule didn’t—""There was a part where your secre