Damion watched as the police huddled the already paralyzed Gerard into their vehicle together with the Anslem soldier who was just regaining consciousness. “Dr Damion, we meet again" Detective Reeves commented as he approached Damion, stretching out his hands for a handshake. “You are here just in time detective" Damion replied as he shook the man's hand. “Just in time? Doesn't look like it” Detective Reeves answered. “How did you know about this?" Damion inquired out of curiosity. “Jack called, he also sent a text, summarizing all that was happening, all about the bug and all that" Detective Reeves revealed "I see, this is all Jack's doing," Damion smiled. “Why didn't you report this to the police earlier?" Reeves questioned. “The reason is best known to me" Damion smiled as he turned around and began to walk away, leaving the detective standing with his gaze on Damion. A vehicle suddenly pulled up in front of Damion. “Need a ride?" A voice came from the vehicle and
It's been over two months since the incident at the Lance Towers, Gerard has been sentenced to prison together with Mr Smith who was guilty of being an accomplice. Although his father was found as an accomplice, this has not affected Wes's status; he had resigned from the Lance Medical Hospital and decided to begin work as the CEO of W&S holdings. The bitterness in Wes' heart was still there, and since his father was in prison, he decided to ruin Damion's life, although he knew that harming Damon was out of it as he didn't want to end up like his father. However, he vowed that he would make sure he embarrassed Damion in public, belittling him to the point where he would see himself as a low-life pauper with no place in the affairs of the rich. Bella was already well and strong, she had already resumed her acting career which seemed to be soaring higher with the help of Scott. The two had become the talk of the town as their movies broke the internet, any movie they acted tog
It was funny how time flies. Within a twinkle of an eye Damion's much-anticipated wedding was here, this was going to be a wedding that would be talked about for generations to come. Although, right now, many were confused as to which of the weddings they would be attending, this was due to how close the venue of Damion and Wes' wedding was. Of Course, given that Wes was the CEO of W&S holdings, everyone would prefer to attend his wedding instead of that of a common man like Damion. Most people thought that the only reason Damion's wedding was promoted and popular was due to Bianca's status as one of the most popular models in all of Gold City. Right now the whole venue was flooded with people, different people from different places around Gold City, they had all come for Wes and Malika's wedding. The wedding was to be held at the largest event center in the city. While that of Damion was in the second largest, which was just a stone's throw from that of Wes. At the venue
"Keep the change." The customer took the pizza box from Damion's hands.Damion smiled. "Bless you, sir. Have a good evening."When the man returned inside the bodega, he checked his hand and realised he had just been tipped a $100. His hand flew over his mouth, muffling his gasp.Damion glanced at the workers of the store through the glass while they had a late night dinner.He couldn't contain his excitement about the 100 dollar tip as he picked his helmet. Across the street, the doors of the luxury fashion store opened. Damion squinted, placing the helmet back on his bike.He began to wave vigorously.It was his girlfriend, Maliya, who had just walked out of the store across from him."Maliya!" He shouted, but the cars zooming past between them drowned his voice.Damion quickly dialled her number, excited that he had run into her. They hadn't seen each other all week because both their schedules had been packed.He watched her phone ring, but his smile slipped from his face when sh
Beep. Beep. Beep.Damion felt groggy as his eyes opened. A haze cleared from his eyes, and he registered with his surroundings. This was a hospital room.He winced. The ache in his head was out of this world. When he touched his head, it had been bandaged, wrapped all the way around."Mr. Damion, how are you feeling?" He met the kind gaze of the doctor standing at the side of his bed. A few nurses had accompanied him."Tired. My head hurts," Damion croaked, mouth dry.The doctor scribbled down something on his notepad. "Yes, that's normal. You sustained a head injury from the impact of your fall, but I'm glad to tell you that you are out of danger.""When do I get to leave?""In a few weeks. We will have to monitor you for the time being."When the time came for Damion to leave the hospital, the accountant had prepared his bill, and the amount almost gave him a heart attack."$5000?" his eyes popped from their sockets.Damion didn't have that kind of money.But the nurse delivering t
Blinking hard at his phone screen, Damion peered even closer at the figures showing in his inbox as a credit alert. He laughed, his chest shaking with amusement as he scrolled out of his inbox, dismissing the alert as a spam message possibly from scammers. He went to drop his phone, but something clicked in his head. The credit alert was from his actual bank account. The one he used for all his transactions.He turned on the phone again, unlocking it with a swipe. He pulled up the message again.It was there for him to see. A credit alert : $100,000,000,000.What in the absolute hell?He dropped his phone beside him on the bed in disbelief. After a few breaths, he picked up the phone again, pausing for a minute to wipe his eyes with the back of his hand. Maybe he was feeling so tired and sleepy he was seeing things.Or maybe he was already asleep and fucking dreaming. He pinched himself. He felt the pain. Alright, yeah, he was awake.He went to his inbox, fully expecting to see n
Damion watched as his phone smashed against the hard wooden floors and bounced, sliding across a few feet away. He raised wide, furious eyes to the sales rep. “Are you insane? What the hell did you do that for?”He rushed to pick up his phone, his heart thundering in his chest furiously. This phone was one of his most cherished properties and he couldn't function properly without it. He didn't have any money to replace it if anything happened to it even. He snatched the phone from the floor, and stared at it, turning it over in his hand. Only half the screen was cracked and the light still worked. He glowered at the sales rep again. “What the fuck man?”The sales rep walked in a threatening stride ro Damion. “Excuse me, Sir,” he sneered, “Pearla is not a place for low life wannabes to come in and fucking take pictures of the clothes without buying anything.”Damion gestured widely at the suit he had his sights set on. “What the fuck do you mean? I was just about to ask about the s
The sidewalk was a little hot and Damion drew himself up sharply, cursing repeatedly at the world and at himself.“Should have known better than to go in there,” he swore, dusting his jeans which had now collected a little dust from the sidewalk. He picked his phone up and tapped at the screen. It was worse for wear, but amazingly, it still came on when he tapped on it. The time was almost 10 o'clock in the morning and he still hadn't gotten to Lance Towers. He also hadn't been able to change into an appropriate outfit. He had managed to get a tear on his jeans now. Damion didn't want to go anywhere at all, anymore. He felt very reluctant to head to Lance Towers, seeing how badly today was already going. If he just hadn't done what the woman had told him to. If he'd stayed on his decisionDamion didn't feel like going anywhere else after being treated poorly. If that woman hadn't suggested that he do this, then he wouldn't have been humiliated like this. He was a lowlife, a dirtb