His Sworn Enemy.

Damien followed the lady into a room. It was well furnished and spacious. There was a bed in the corner and a set of couches in another.

"You can sit here while I go prepare."

She said so coldly. Then she walked away.

"You might as well pour yourself a glass of drink."

She added before she shut the door. Damien sat there as he stared at the door for a while.

"What the hell is wrong with her? Does she have feelings for Ari or what?"

He realised that that wasn't his problem. He lifted his gaze and saw a bar of drinks.

"Man, what sort of a room is this? Has everything you could ever think of."

He muttered and got up. He walked to the small bar and picked a bottle of white wine. He turned the bottle to this side and that side to read the inscriptions.

"Let's hope it's tasty."

He took a sip from it. He shut his eyes to savour the taste. He sniffled.

"Damn, why does it taste so good?"

He gulped the whole content of the glass and poured another turn. While pouring the next turn, that wa
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