"What?" Ravenna asked, almost in a whisper. "I-""I didn't say that for you to argue, Ravenna," Lucian turned away from her, unable to look her in the eyes, as he noticed the pain in her expression."It is also my child! You can't do this!" She spat angrily at him."And also that bastard's!" Lucian swung around to face Ravenna, who scoffed. "I don't care what you say, Daddy. I am having this baby," she declared with determination."Wow," Lucian smiled. "Is this the plan, yeah? To use this baby to get back with him, ugh? You slept with him secretly while pretending to be on my side?" Lucian asked."What? No!" Ravenna refuted immediately."Then why did you make all those fusses, saying you're pregnant? Is playing with me fun?" Lucian asked."I didn't even know I was pregnant! It was a cryptic pregnancy! Why are you pointing fingers at me when I am innocent?" Ravenna challenged. Lucian watched her for a while, unsure of what to say next."I don't want to have anything to do with Damian.
"You now sound like a lunatic," Damian seethed at him as Lucian laughed out loud."Damian, Damian, Damian, you must be a fool to think I would let you leave with my grandchild just like that," Lucian said as Ravenna raised her head to look at him quickly. What did she just hear? His grandchild? As of when?"What do you mean?" Damian had a smile on his face as it seemed it was his way of calming his growing anger towards Lucian."The child can be yours and cannot be yours; it all depends on you, Damian," Lucian said with a straight face as Damian's brow creased in confusion. It then straightened when he realized what Lucian was pushing at."You want to make a deal with me on my own child?" Damian asked with incredulous laughter."Bingo!" Lucian shouted happily. "You know what I like about Domenico Santoro is the fact that he is quite smart, you see."Damian scoffed as he watched him in disbelief. "Are you that desperate?" He asked as Lucian watched him with a smirk. "Do you even realiz
When Ravenna walked into the car where Damian was waiting, he turned to look at her and then back forward.“What is it?” Ravenna asked with a straight face as she fixed her gaze on him. She had just realized how particularly handsome he looked that morning. He wasn't wearing his usual tough billionaire attire, but rather that of a biker, one who could make ladies swoon.“You didn't bring anything?” He asked without sparing her a glance after instructing the chauffeur to drive.“Do I need to?” She asked as Damian turned to look at her. “Of course, you could spare some change to get me a new wardrobe filled with expensive clothes for the mother of your child to be,” she said with a smile. “Plus, you gave me limited time; I couldn’t dare to anger the almighty Domenico Santoro.”Damian stared at her, wondering how her expression had changed from what he had seen earlier to now.“Don't get cheeky or entertain any silly ideas. Once you give birth to my child, he stays with me, and you…” He
"I still don't feel like I look like the mother of the heir to Santoro's Group wealth," Ravenna straightened her navy blue dress that clung to her body like a second skin as they walked towards the waiting limousine at the mansion."Stop bickering, Ravenna. You chose that outfit yourself. The one it took you forever to choose," Damian hissed as he watched her enter the limousine before he did."And stop getting ideas. I'm warning you. I don't like it when people like you get cheesy," Damian said sternly at her as she pouted."If you keep commanding me like that, I'll just lose the baby before it is born!" She sneered, but Damian ignored her, folded his arms, and looked out of the window as the car drove through the early morning streets of Venice.Was he crazy? Agreeing to Ravenna's wishes and willingly bending to her whims? No, he wasn't, he tried to assure himself as he remembered the dissatisfied look on Elena's and Roberto's faces when Ravenna walked in on them."We're here, young
Damian let out a sudden laugh as he clapped and shook his head. "You should see your face right now; you look like you just saw a ghost," he chuckled as Ravenna looked away from him without replying."What was that? Was Damian playing with her? How come he has become like this?" She tried to steady her heart, which thumped as if it would burst out of her chest."I don't enjoy jokes like that. It might be bad for the baby," she finally spared him a glance after a moment of silence. Damian raised his brow as if he didn't understand."Sure," he shrugged. "I'll take note of not making silly jokes. But be sure you ain't fooling me, Ravenna," he said in a teasing tone, even though within him, he felt a growing sense of loneliness at the thought that the child might not be his. His momentary happiness that a little one who was half like him would come into this world would be taken away."Because if I found out that you did, I can't even imagine what you'll have to suffer," he completed with
"Because Ravenna and I know each other more than you can imagine, Mr. Kings," Marco said with an angry look."Where is she?" He asked quickly as Lucian stared at him, still trying to understand what connection they could ever have. He had been doing business with Marco, but behind closed doors. He didn't report directly to him. Marcello did. But this was new. Marco coming here and doing all of this."How dare you?" Lucian asked with a menacing smile, meeting Marco's impatient look."With Damian?" He asked, ignoring Lucian's angry look."Who the hell would she be with? She is carrying his baby!" Lucian fired, trying to show who had the power here."Bloody nonsense," Marco said and turned away, walking to the door, with his only destination in mind being wherever Damian lived. Since he didn't know the exact location, he thought of paying a visit to the Santoro Group Headquarters.Not sure if he would be allowed in without an appointment, he still went ahead. As he had said, it happened
"I brought you milk," Damian said as he opened the door to Ravenna’s room, who was seated at the vanity table. She didn't move, remaining glued to the chair."Ravenna?" Damian called, but there was no response. He walked over to her and touched her, causing her to jerk up and mistakenly spill the milk."Oh, shit!" she squealed, staring down at the broken pieces on the floor. "I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to...""It's fine. I'll have the housekeeper clean it up," he said as he held her shoulder. That's when he noticed how lost Ravenna looked."Are you okay?" Damian asked with a worried look."Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," she nodded quickly. "You don't look so-""I need to go out," she said, cutting him short."Go out?" Damian asked, staring down at his wrist. "It's past 10," he said."I know that," she replied. "But I need to go," she said and walked over to the wardrobe, while Damian's lips curved into a smile as he watched her go through her clothes with shaky hands."Go on ahead, Ravenna.
"You're back," Ravenna stopped in her tracks at the sound of a familiar voice in the dark room. She blinked rapidly and wondered what Damian was doing in the living room.Was he waiting for her?Of course, if it were she and someone like Damian had gone out quickly at that time of night, I wouldn't get a wink of sleep.The light turned on, revealing Damian with his legs crossed on a single cushion. He waved at her with a smile, an act she didn't find welcoming. "Hi," he said as Ravenna forced a chuckle and quickly walked up to him."Hey, I told you not to wait for me," she said quickly."Did you?" Damian rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "No, you didn't." He raised his gaze to her."I didn't," she muttered as she berated herself slowly for being so lousy. It was all Marco's fault. That bastard."Why do you look so tense? I was just worried, and you didn't take the chauffeur with you," Damian feigned a worried look."Oh, that," Ravenna chuckled nervously, then bit her lip. She had never ex