"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
"What’s with the headline?" Ravenna walked into her father’s office and slammed the newspaper she was holding onto his desk. Lucian removed his spectacles, glanced at his daughter, then focused on the headline featuring a huge picture of Zayd.“The prince is quite something, isn’t he?” Lucian cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair, giving his full attention to Ravenna.“He offered to buy the SU resort and plastered it all over the news?” Ravenna asked with an incredulous tone.“As you’ve read,” Lucian replied sarcastically, gesturing to the paper."That guy is bluffing!" She pointed at the door as if Zayd was there."What?" Lucian asked. "I thought this was all your doing. You taking him and all that…""How could you be so naive?! Sometimes I wonder if I still know you!" Ravenna retorted, running her hands through her hair."What do you mean I don’t understand? Aren’t we supposed to be happy with the latest developments? With this news, you can’t imagine the publicity this ha
“I will think about it,” Ravenna turned away from Zayd with an angry frown on her face, tinged with helplessness but unwilling to display it to Zayd.“You should think quickly. I might change my mind,” Zayd said with a cocky smile as he strode out of the office with a sense of pride. In the hallway, a few feet away from the office, he paused, pulled out his phone, and began dialing a number.“Who are you trying to contact?” Amir asked calmly from behind him, and Zayd turned to look at him, as if just noticing his presence.“Domenico,” he said, indicating he didn’t wish to elaborate, and placed the phone to his ear like a dutiful servant eager to report back to his master.“Yes, Mr. Santoro. I think they will agree,” Zayd said with a wide smile.“Sure. I’m glad I trusted you,” Zayd affirmed after a moment's pause.“The party?” he raised his brow. “Oh, of course. Anything you want, Mr. Santoro,” he replied with a grin.“Yeah. Thank you,” he said before hanging up. Zayd sighed as he stow
“I hate guessing,” Damian replied with a smug smile. “Let’s go say hi,” he added quickly, heading towards Lucian without waiting for Ravenna’s consent.When they finally reached them, Zayd, whom Damian had made clear should keep his relationship with him a secret, nodded slightly in a way that only Damian would notice.“Lucian,” he said, calmly intruding on the little meeting Lucian was having with others.Lucian glared at Damian, showing irritation at his presence but maintained a smile.“Excuse me, gentlemen. I was passing by and couldn’t resist saying hi to the man of the hour,” Damian said with a feigned smile as Lucian skillfully moved closer to him, wearing a tight smile too. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked through gritted teeth.“Congratulating you. You’ve always loved the spotlight, Father-in-law,” Damian whispered loud enough for Lucian’s ear while sparing a glance at his daughter, who had a neutral expression.“As I heard, you’ll be acquiring the SU resort in a grand