Charles slowly started to shake his head. Obviously, he was having a hard time believing this. "How long should I give you to adjust to this?" Damien asked. Charles slowly looked back at Damien. "Is this a prank? You know this is going too far? You can't prank me with something that can cost the life of both of us!" Charles warned. Charles had always lived his life in fear. It started with the trauma created by the BMX ladies, then to the bully of Ari. So because of this, he always loved to steer clear of anything that would cause him trouble. He always never wants to get himself involved with things that would put him in a position that would subject him to cruel treatment and pain. That was exactly the main reason he was finding it really hard to accept what Damien was telling him. When Damien realised that Charles was unwilling to accept the truth, let alone create a room in his heart to believe. Damien walked to Charles and grabbed his hand. He pulled Charles with him towa
Damien walked into the space. It was a gathering at the rooftop of one of the most expensive hotels in Vegas. He didn't take him long to see the people who have been waiting for him. There were about seven men gathered around a table. The rooftop was empty. Only the seven men were there. They probably have rented the place for the whole day. They were quite the wealthy types. For no reason, Damien looked around for the last time as though he was looking for something. Then he advanced towards the men. One of the men lifted his gaze and saw Damien approaching. As soon as he saw Damien, he got up on his feet and signalled the rest of the men. Seeing Damien, they all got up on their feet. Damien walked to the empty chair, which was set aside and settled down. While the rest had their seats, one of the men stepped out and poured Damien a glass of wine. Without questions, Damien lifted the glass and took a swig. A long one. He felt really thirsty, and he had no idea why. It must be b
The door opened right in front of him. Stepping into the building, he discovered that the interior of the building was much more sophisticated than the exterior. The outside part of the building looked quite shabbily and old. As though no one has ever been to the place for at least a few years. Damien stopped getting distracted by the building when he started to hear some sounds from inside. The living room was empty, and there were a couple of things lying around. He looked around for a while. There was a smell that invaded his nostrils and kept him glued to the spot for a while. It was as though he was trying to savour the smell to be able to ascertain a certain fact. Opening his eyes again, he led himself towards the direction of the noise he was hearing. He knocked on the door. The door opened, and there was a man standing in his way. It was the GM."Boss, you are here." The GM bowed, stepping aside for Damien to walk in. Damien stepped in. The GM was about to shut the door
Damien walked out of the building. He had hardly taken a few steps away from the building when his phone started to buzz. He answered the call without first checking out who the caller was. He was still enraged from speaking with the BMX ladies. Instead of feeling pity for them, his rage had known no limit. A feminine voice came over the speaker, and the voice was a little loud but commanding. "Meet me at the open garden." The voice said. The call was hung immediately. Damien remained standing where he was for a while. It was as though he was trying to understand what had just happened. He looked around him for a while as though he would get the answer from things that were around him. "That voice sounds very familiar. I know who this is." He muttered. He only needed a sort of concentration to be able to draw the closure that he needed. He looked at the screen on the phone but it was a strange number. Though the voice was familiar. "Why does it sound like her? And why does sh
Damien and his daughter were staring at each other. Neither of them knew what to say to the other person precisely. After Mara had thanked him for agreeing to release her mother, there had been an awkward moment of silence. And the silence was beginning to choke him. "Thank you for accepting. It must be hard for you." Mara said. "This is the tenth time you've said that." Damien corrected. He could tell from her face that she wished she could laugh at that moment, but she just couldn't risk it. Her mind, heart, and soul were all waiting and wishing dearly and strongly for her mother to return. "I have no idea why this fool is taking too long, either." Damien complained. Mara checked her time. "It's just been three minutes. You told him five minutes." Mara reminded him. Damien forced a smile looking at her. She stole a smile, too. But that moment fizzled out almost immediately. Suddenly, an activity was heard. It was as though there was chaos that was about to be birthed. Dami
Damien didn't know what to feel at that moment. He never recalled telling Jada to do this. He never asked her to tell their daughter about this secret. Mara had shock written all over her face as she looked quickly away from her mother to Damien. This young man who is about her age? He is what? What did her mother just say? That this young man is her father?! Ridiculous!!!Her mother must be joking. This might be a sort of prank that comes with something as huge as this penthouse. Mara slowly started to smile. Her mother must be trying to make a joke out of this. Though she didn't know why her mother would want to joke about this, yet that was the only possible meaning to read to this. "Mother, why are you doing this? I mean, this is supposed to be funny, but then again, you can't just make a joke about my father. You know how much this means to me." Mara suddenly became angry, scolding her mother. "But I will forgive you if you take it back right now. I won't get mad because of t
Damien rewound the window of the car to see clearly. Mara was waving at him as the Rolls Royce drove off. He kept a long stare on her. There was a stream of tears pouring from her eyes. He sniffled as a drop of tears fell from his eyes. "Really? I can't believe this." He scoffed, drying his eyes. Jada was holding firmly unto Mara as she waved. Damien could sigh in relief now that his daughter has a knowledge of him. He had lived in pain all these while unable to tell his daughter who he was to her. But now, things were different. He stopped looking and wound up the window again. He leaned back into the comfy backseat and sighed. Though he had successfully convinced Mara that he was her father. Yet there was still much work to do. He was yet to explain to her how thee fuck he was looking so young. How could the father of an eighteen years old girl look twenty? Damien couldn't explain the situation to her yet, but he had promised her that he would explain everything to her whene
Damien couldn't believe his eyes. There were so many thoughts tumbling over each other in his head. He stared in utter disbelief as Leroy stood tall. Of all the thoughts that trampled upon each other in his head, there was a unique one that stood aloof. It was the only thought that posed a help. Back on the island, two decades ago before he was snatched by the samurai and forcefully taken to the realm. There was a wolf which he had rescued. A wolf which it had caused him a great trouble to tame. At the end of the events, when the Samurai suddenly appeared, he had discovered that the wolf was not what he thought it was. It had happened that the wolf was the same person as the samurai. And now again what? The big white wolf had changed into Leroy?He started shaking his head. Though he hadn't made the words yet, he was very nervous. He was obviously unwilling to admit to what was right there in front of him. He wished he was seeing things that were not there. He tried to find the