"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
"Oh, wow," Luca chuckled while staring at Lucian. One might assume he had a thing for the imposing Lucian in the past, but he was simply being the brat he always is."It’s nice to meet you, your highness," Ravenna said, extending her hand toward Zayd with a smile. "And your consideration in staying at Kings Hotel, even though they haven't had the best reputation recently," she added, waiting for Zayd to reciprocate as Damian observed them.Zayd shook hands with her and then narrowed his eyes at Damian. "The pleasure is mine," he said to Ravenna but kept his focus on Damian as she withdrew her hand."Happy birthday, too," she quickly added."Now I’m curious about something, Domenico," Enrico said suddenly, and Damian sensed mischief."Will you both be getting married again?" Enrico asked with a smirk. "Because it’s quite rare to see divorced couples together. I mean, does it even make sense? You got divorced to stay away from each other, right?""Only that we got divorced against our w
“Good morning, your highness,” Amir entered the room as the Prince lazily stretched on the bed the following day and looked up to see his bodyguard.“You’re back from vacation? I asked you to stay away for three days so I could breathe properly. What part of that don't you understand?” Zayd inquired with a frown on his face.“I'm sorry, your highness. But I couldn’t stay away for so long,” he bowed slightly and turned to face Zayd, who still wore a displeased expression.“What do you want in my room so early?” Zayd stood up from the bed and began to walk out of the bedroom to the living room, despite being stark naked. Amir attempted to caution him, but it was too late as his eyes met Ravenna.“What the hell are you doing in my suite?” Zayd asked, his frustration from yesterday’s party overshadowing his awareness of his nudity.“Your highness,” Amir tried to caution him about being naked, but Zayd gestured a warning for him to stay quiet and stay away, his gaze fixed angrily on Ravenn
“I am going to ask you again, Your Highness. Am I to stay or leave?” Damian asked, his polite tone giving off a mocking vibe, while Zayd stared at him, his breath quickened as if he were in the midst of the Red Sea facing the devil himself.“Have the ladies leave, Amir,” Zayd said calmly, and Damian watched as the ladies left without the Prince having to ask them again.“Great decision,” Damian said with a smile as he sat back down, picked up a glass, and poured himself a drink.“I want to believe what you just did was a show,” he took a sip of the wine. “Good wine.” Crossing his legs, he turned to look at Zayd.“Was it?” He raised a brow as Zayd watched him with an angry stare.“That state,” Damian said with a cold look now. “It doesn’t look like a prank,” he muttered almost in a whisper.“Is playing with people so fun for you?” Zayd asked suddenly, as Damian’s frown deepened.“What about you?” Damian took another sip. “Playing with women? Is it that interesting that it got you trapp