"Ravenna, come on, take a look at this," Damian said when he saw Ravenna descending the stairs the next morning, and he handed over a tablet to her."I was going through the morning news and saw how much mess your father is in," he said sarcastically with a slight frown. "At this rate, dealing with him would be hard, as he keeps getting himself into trouble. I would feel bad," he added with a smile as Ravenna slowly accepted the device and read the headline."The Kings' embezzlement issue was covered up in the past by a corrupt judge. The police have now reopened the case as new evidence has come up," the headline read. Ravenna's heartbeat quickened, her face paled, and it felt like her breathing was suddenly restricted.She looked up slowly to Damian, who was smiling. "Poor thing," he clicked his tongue. "Now he's going to pay loads of cash to get out of this like he always does or go to jail," he stressed the last statement as Ravenna watched him."He's paying for what he did to you
"Zayd al-Malik, His Serene Highness, the Sovereign Sheikh of the Desert Jewel," Ravenna said as she dropped a file on the table in her father's office. "We should try to get him to visit our hotel this summer.""The selection for the Hotel of the Year will soon be concluded, and the winner will be announced next month. Coincidentally, Zayd, the Arab prince, will be visiting the country for an official visit. Naturally, he'll need a place to stay for his brief visit. If we can persuade him to stay in our hotel, it's a game-changer," Ravenna continued, her lips curving into a cunning smile as Lucian watched her."We haven't had much success at Kings Hotel for a while and might not have a chance at winning that title. But if Zayd stays at our hotel, the money he'll spend during his visit will more than make up for it!" Lucian's eyes sparkled with hope as he looked at his daughter.While Ravenna wore a disgusted expression and clicked her tongue, she continued, "Having the title of Hotel
"Do I?" Ravenna asked, a teasing smile on her lips; he could see it through the transparent cloth around her face."I like her!" Zayd shouted all of a sudden as he clapped like a madman who was suddenly happy."Come on, a round of applause for her!" He beckoned the other ladies who just clapped as they stared at each other in confusion, but they dared not refuse the almighty prince."Now…" He turned to look at Ravenna. "What do I have to get you, my dear?" He moved towards Ravenna's ear as she chuckled. The risks were worth it after all."Send them all out, first. Then we can talk." Ravenna whispered sexily as her gaze met Amir."Especially him." Zayd traced her gaze as it came to rest on Amir, who stared at her as if he could kill her."Everyone, leave," he said without another second as Ravenna walked down the small steps that led to the top of the stage and came to stand beside Zayd, while she watched the other women rush out as if scared to anger the prince, and Amir stared at the
"That is left for us to find out," Damian said with a chuckle."But first," he raised a finger, "I need to attend a meeting," Damian said with a sly smile and started to walk out of the office."But," Roberto began to say but was cut off when Damian slammed the door behind him."Great," Roberto muttered.Damian hummed as he walked down the hallway of his suite, having driven himself from the office to the hotel to get a job done – meeting the three musketeers, Lucian's pawns.As he opened the suite, which he had requested to be prepared separately for this meeting, he found Antonio seated on one of the sofas, fingers entwined together, head bowed as if awaiting condemnation.The moment Damian walked in, Antonio stood up abruptly and burst into laughter."Oh my God…," he concluded, laughing as he walked toward Damian."Good day, Mr. Santoro," Antonio greeted quickly."Hi," Damian waved with a smile."Where are the rest?" Damian raised a brow, realizing he didn't have the complete group
"Mr. Santoro!" Fabio exclaimed as soon as he spotted his bodyguard leading Damian towards the shade in a luxurious and opulent meeting spot where rich and powerful men, including princes and the wealthy sons of conglomerates, gather for their exclusive gatherings.The seating arrangements featured tastefully arranged, ornate, high-backed chairs made of dark, polished wood and upholstered in plush, deep burgundy or forest green velvet. These chairs were placed around a large circular table made of fine marble with intricate carvings and a glossy finish.The table was adorned with a rich tapestry tablecloth in deep crimson, complemented by silver and gold accents. At the center of the table, there was a crystal vase filled with fresh, exotic flowers, adding a touch of natural beauty to the opulent setting.Damian flashed a smile at the prince as he walked up to him. "You changed your mind?" Fabio asked with amusement, and Damian replied, "I didn't think of refusing your offer, Fabio." F
Damian stared at the three other men, and it seemed as if each of them was standing on a needle, which might prick them if things went south. They watched him because, in this case, he was the one controlling the needles.It is said that this club was an exclusive one by the president's son, Massimo, a no-nonsense person who actually respected people. Although the other individuals in the club were powerful, Massimo's parents held more influence than any of them. His father, who was Damian's father's stepbrother and also the current president of Italy, was among the top five billionaires in the world. His mother was the only daughter of an Arab prince, whose net worth seemed to give people a headache, as the man was worth a fortune, making Massimo dominate each of them. He also had the final say in the club about who stayed and who left. No one would want to leave the club, as everyone in the country knew them as members. They were accorded a special type of respect due to their close
"Prince Zayd!" Damian shouted in surprise as Elena watched him, fully aware that it was feigned. Who else but her boss could pull off such a performance?"I'll take my leave now, Mr. Santoro," the secretary who brought in the prince said politely and walked away. Damian had given her the warning to bring in Zayd as soon as he arrived at the company without any restriction, hence the sudden intrusion."I should take my leave too," Elena said and walked away, while Zayd's eyes followed her as Damian popped up from nowhere to block Zayd's vision, giving him a sheepish smile, as they heard the sound of the door after Elena's exit."She is off-limits," Damian said calmly as Zayd scoffed."Your chick?" He raised a brow as if trying to provoke Damian, who sighed and rubbed his chin. "Hmmm... let me think." He freed himself and watched Zayd calmly."I don't wish to answer that," he said with a smile, a smile that only served to anger Zayd, who dared not speak out."You said you knew why I was
“Mr. Santoro.” Zayd waved at Damian where he stood with the other club members, except Massimo, as he descended the stairs with a wide smile.“Your Highness,” Damian said when he got to them.“Mr. Santoro,” Enrico shook his hand with a smile.“I thought owners of conglomerates don’t usually have time to attend petty parties that don’t involve money,” Luca asked with a smile as Damian scoffed.“It’s the prince’s birthday, after all. I have been looking forward to this day,” Damian said as Luca nodded slowly. They all had learned the hard way. They have learned to respect him.“I thought you wouldn't make it.” The ever-friendly Fabio said as he raised his glass toward Damian, who just chuckled.“How could the owner of the hotel where the birthday is being celebrated be absent?” A voice interrupted from behind as they all turned to see Massimo with a bright smile.“Hey, cousin.” He walked past all of them and walked over to Damian and hugged him.“Hey, man,” Damian patted his back with a