The private jet landed at one of the private airports owned by Leo's empire, the door opened and Damon stepped out, radiating in all majesty, his black tailored suit looks casual but yet it screams quality.General Leo stepped out next, followed by Sia, the three all had a blank expression, studying the security men at the airport. They move a bit farther away from the jet to talk. "I'll miss you Damon, come back soon and bring your lady love," Sia muttered and Damon smiled."Don't miss me too much, once I can convince Celena, we'll be on our way. I promise." He assured the gloomy-looking woman and they both exchanged a hand shake."I can't believe you two are shaking hands, what happened to some friendly hug?" General Leo asked, shaking his head. "Sia had become formal ever since she found out that I have a wife. I can say that she'd become distant too but once I get back to Italy, we're sorting things out." Damon grumbled and she rolled her eyes."I'll give you two some space to
"Hello... Wifey. Miss me?" Damon asked, his arms crossed across his chest, enjoying the waves of shock his presence had emittedThe perplexed-looking woman opened her mouth to talk but no words came out of it, all she did was gaze hard at the man, queries clouding her mind and confusion fogging her brain. How was this possible? The elevator in the house made a ding sound that pierced the silent tense atmosphere. Damon looked towards the elevator and saw Mr. and Mrs. Carney came out, engrossed in a deep discussion but they stood dead in their tracks when they looked up and saw their dead son-in-law standing with a smirk on his face. Mrs. Carney nearly had a heart attack but her husband held her when she staggered backward. "Good day everyone. I'm sure you all missed me, stop giving me the shocked expressions, I'm here, in flesh and blood." Damon said aloud and the first person to recover from the shock was Mr. Carney. "What do you want here, Damon?" Mr. Carney asked, coming toward
"Isn't this your late husband? I thought you told me he's dead?" Victor asked, giving Damon a disgustful glare. "Well, it turns out that he got lucky and he's back for me." She replied, entwining her fingers with that of Victor's."Good day, Mr. Victor, a pleasure meeting you." Damon enunciated, bringing forth his hand for a handshake but Victor ignored him to focus on his woman. "Why did you allow him in? He's polluting this villa with his poverty-stricken self and where did he get such a suit from? You should run some checks on him or the police might storm into this place inquiring for a thief. You wouldn't want your family name to be soiled again because of a pathetic man like him, would you?" He asked the woman who was all over him. "I have no idea where he managed to get such a suit, darling, just forget him like he doesn't exist because he's dead to me. Can we go in now? I've missed you so much!" She muttered impatiently, dragging her man away. "I'm not done talking, Celena
"Here comes the deities of abject destitution." Ayden grins as he spots Damon coming into the mansion. Damon heard him but choosed to ignore him, he's too happy to care about what he says, seeing his family on the streets again after almost two years of separation gave him some form of solitude that he never knew existed. He'd truly missed everyone. The Carney family seems to have some guests around, when he saw them, he made a quick turn but halted when his mother-in-law called him. "Damon, come here." She calledHe gritted his teeth, took in a deep breath, turned around, and began to head towards the woman.The guests, consisting of a finely dressed man and a woman, stared at him. He was supposed to look down as some form of respect but he stared back and they marvel at his boldness. "Serafina, don't you teach your workers how to show some respect?" The woman asked, staring at Damon who just stared back. "I'm sorry, he's new here. Damon, get some more drinks for my future in-la
Damon felt something prick his body roughly and he quickly turned around to find out what caused that painful sensation on his skin only to find Victor with an empty syringe in his hand, his face having this devilish smirk he'd grown tired of seeing. Before he could utter a word, he suddenly felt weak, his whole body began to give way and in less than a minute, he fell to the floor with a soft thud and he let out a low weak groan. "You won't be getting away that easily, you piece of trash, you think you can come here and leave here alive!?" Victor boomed and Damon looked up, his eyes blurry but he could still make out the figures in front of him. "Honey, where are the divorce papers?" Victor asked the stunned-looking woman who seemed to be in a fright. "Celena! Where the hell are the divorce papers, he needs to sign them." Victor asked angrily and the daze-looking woman snapped out of her trance. "He tore them." She replied, her voice almost a whisper, she'd been in shock about D
The darkness surrounding every part of Damon was deep, darkness was an enemy he'd fought before, he'd fight it hard even if the dark was gonna win but over time, with its constant visit to his life, he'd learn to befriend the darkness, the darkness had taken the form of a friend, an invisible yet visible friend... He no longer fights with it, doesn't chase it away, he just learns to embrace it in his pain. The dark had taken a place in his body, it was a little space before but not anymore, he'd given it a large portion of himself and he has no regret... He doesn't fear the dark again, he'd embrace it and he doesn't care how it would consume him, fighting it didn't help. Damon felt lightweight, his whole body was impassive, and he couldn't feel anything... That's one of the advantages of being one with darkness, the relief from all the pain he used to feel. He doesn't feel any form of emotional or physical misery... He just felt empty. Was he dead? He could not comprehend his ina
It's been two weeks plus ever since he came back to Italy... No, he didn't come back, he was brought back, almost lifeless According to the information or narration given to him by Sia, General Leo had given his men orders to watch him keenly, observe his every movement and report back to him. There were even chips implanted in his clothes to detect his location at any given time and he had no idea about all of these. Of course, had Damon known about the general's plan, he'd have refused it, assuring general Leo that he can take care of himself, he'd been blinded by love that he had no idea that danger lurks around in the very house his beloved wife was. His beloved wife turns out to be a bigger danger to him. The men had followed the men who were asked to bury him alive, he was unconscious and had no idea of what was happening. The men had put him in a sack, dug a shallow grave, dumped him in, and left him to get suffocated and die. After they left, General Leo asked them to assum
Damon paced furiously in his room, his whole body seems to be lit up in flames… Literally, his body is lit up in flames because he's sweating badly despite the cold temperature in the room. The problem wasn't from his external body, it was inside, his inside is boiling and he can't stop it. Sleep had run a marathon away from him, he can't fucking sleep and if by chance the sleep managed to claim him for a few minutes, memories of what had happened to him a few weeks ago would begin to haunt his dreams. A low sigh escaped his mouth and he kicked the table close to him, resulting in the glass of water on it falling and shattering but he didn't give a darn, his entire being is as shattered as that glass and it hurts him that he can't do anything about it. It's been a whole damn month!... Why can't he have a little peace of mind, he just wants to sleep... Just a little sleep, he'd forgotten what it feels to sleep peacefully and he doubts if he'll ever know again. To worsen his situatio