"“Now I'll start with Mr. Salacia,” he said after a moment of silence. The man gave him a scornful look, while Damian ignored it. “You came from a rich family where everything is usually provided for you on a platter of gold. You never answer to anyone. You do the commanding, and everyone does your bidding. After your parents died, you took over the Salacia property when you were just 18, and you did pretty well in controlling the enormous asset,” he said as the man scoffed. “What are you trying to say, boy?” He hissed. “Now I’m going to explain something since your old, naive, proud self didn’t let you learn certain etiquette. No matter who or how small a person is, as long as he is over you as your boss, you do whatever he asks you to without complaining or commenting, unless of course, he asks you to,” Damian said with a slow smile that got Mr. Salacia standing up in rage. “You!” He pointed at Damian, who folded his arms and stared at him. “Sit, Mr. Salacia,” Damian said with a ste

Damian stood in front of the familiar gate, glancing at the CCTV camera that monitored the area outside and provided visuals to those within. He waved his hand confidently, wearing a cocky smile. Meanwhile, Lucian, who was inside, noticed this and began to feel enraged. "What the hell is he doing here? Does he have a death wish?" he seethed while watching the CCTV from his office. He grabbed the phone and called security, instructing them to let Damian in, his voice laced with anger. Damian greeted the uniformed security guard with a smile as he entered the mansion. “Good day, Mr. Damian," the guard replied, and Damian continued walking with purpose toward the house. He skipped knocking and entered, finding Lucian glaring at him like an angry beast. Just as he had expected, being at this place only fueled Lucian's anger. After arriving from Rome, Damian had come straight to this location from the airport, and everything was going according to plan. "Domenico Santoro, huh?" Lucian

Damian scoffed and shook his head. “What do you think?”Elena raised her brow in confusion. How does this concern her? She thought loudly.“I don’t know. It’s your call.” Elena replied as Damian drew a deep breath and started again. “This fight between Lucian and me isn’t about me having revenge any longer. It’s about the people he hurt in the past, the people he’s hurting now, and the ones he’ll hurt in the future. The fact remains that Lucian is unrepentant.” He paused and watched Elena intently before he continued.“And he now knows my identity. From what I’ve known about Lucian in the past, if I don’t act, he will. And I still have to get to the bottom of my father’s death. He has to pay, Elena.” Damian concluded as Elena nodded slowly.“And Ravenna?” She asked as Damian fell silent for a while, a moment she regretted asking.“What about Ravenna?”“I and Ravenna are done. And I gave her a taste of her own medicine. So we’re good, I guess.” Damian feigned a smile which Elena could

"What?" Damian asked in shock as Elena turned to him, wearing a worried expression."As soon as you and Elena left for Mrs. B's tea shop, she arrived and has been standing at the front of the hotel, disturbing the security and receptionists, insisting on seeing you no matter what," Roberto explained."Seriously? What is that psycho doing?" Damian muttered to himself."And you decide to call me now after all this time?" He asked sarcastically, walking down the hospital hallway toward the exit with Elena following suit."I just got back from the meeting with one of the managers at SN Foods, as you asked. When I reached the hotel, the staff complained that she kept insisting she was your wife and wouldn't leave until she saw you. They were afraid to involve the police, fearing her claim might be true," Roberto explained over the phone as Damian exited the hospital and headed straight for the waiting limo."It's fine. I'm on my way," Damian said before ending the call."Ridiculous nonsens

As Ravenna walked into the living room, where her father and Marcello sat talking in whispers, it was as if they weren't there. She took her seat on one of the couches, staring in a daze.Lucian stared at her for a while, but when he didn't capture her attention, he signaled to Marcello to leave. Marcello complied quickly and quietly."Sweetheart," Lucian called slowly, as if afraid she might explode. He knew what that look meant. It was evident she was having a bad day. After the clash between them on the day Damian visited, they had been avoiding each other like strangers, even though they lived in the same house."Baby," he called again as he walked toward her, noticing the tears that had started to stream freely."Ravenna," he called out now, his tone more intense. He hated seeing his precious daughter like this. Slowly, she looked up to meet her daddy's face, then burst into loud sobs. "I hate him, daddy.""Oh, my sweet," he drew her into his arms, stroking her hair."It's fine.