"What boss, you can't--"Freya entered the room as Roberto stopped talking and cursed under his breath. His boss was at it again, and he couldn't do anything to stop him with those mischievous eyes of his. What the hell was he thinking?"Mr. Santoro." She bowed her head slightly the moment she walked into the room with a straight face, avoiding Elena and Roberto's stares while she fixed her gaze on Damian."Didn't I make myself clear when I said I didn't want to see you in my sight? Or are you trying to go against me?" Damian said with an amused look that left Roberto even more confused."But you still allowed me in, Mr. Santoro. I am here to ask for your forgiveness," Freya said with a straight face as Roberto scoffed out loud and turned to his boss, wanting to say something, but the look on Damian's face indicated he should remain silent. However, he went ahead."Will you fall for this?" He asked with a disbelieving chuckle."Leave us. Both of you," Damian said and walked back to hi
Freya lips curved into a sinister smile as she started to talk. “I went back to Mr Santoro like you asked, and he took me back.” She paused to see the light glint in Lucian’s eyes. “Poor thing….”she sighed in pity. “He doesn’t know what will hit him next.”“What are you up to? I didn’t give any command.” Lucian stated, as if suspicious of her.She chuckled and continue. “If we don’t seize the chance now, Damian would corner us again.” She said. “The car Mr Santoro is in right now is driven by one of my people. One call….”she gestured with her hand. “And I will tell them to take him to anywhere I want him to.” Lucian raised his right brow, as he watched Freya, while she glanced at her wristwatch. “We have less than ten minutes now. Where do you want him to go? Home? Or to you?” She asked with a teasing smile as Lucian still stared at her suspiciously.“You want to Kidnap Damian?” Lucian asked almost in disbelief and laughed out with an incredulous chuckle. “Are you fucking with me r
“So it has been here all the while?” Damian asked, his gaze fixed on the book.“Shut the fuck up. Enjoy while you can, you’ll soon breathe your last breath.” Lucian teased with a chuckle.“Ugh?” Damian asked with a smirk. “I don’t think so.” He said and narrowed his eyes at Freya.“Boys!” Freya shouted as the door opened to reveal 12 heavily built men who rushed into the room, six on each side facing each other, with grim faces.“What the hell-““Untie me,” Damian said lazily.“Yes young master,” Freya said and turned to one of the men in suit, and if they communicated with telepathy, he rushed to Damian’s side and loosened the rope around him.“Who the hell is this?! Why is he-“Lucian asked looking frantically and helplessly at the busy man. “Stop this instant, you bastard!” He fired but the man didn’t spare him a glance as the cocky look on Damian’s face remained, teasing and mocking him.“Freya!” Lucian turned to look at the lady behind him, who was relaxed.“What is going on?” Luc
Ravenna stood there for a while staring at her father, praying he made a move or said something.“I’ll be down in 10.” He said finally as she freed her clenched fist which she held for a while now due to her nervousness.“Okay.” She said barely in a whisper and turned around to the living room where men from her dad’s inner circle sat, all looking rich and expensive but red with rage.Each exuded an air of authority and success that could be felt as they sat, even in silence. The first man, Giuseppe Bianchi, was the epitome of the fashion industry. Dressed in a tailored black suit, he wore a crisp white shirt underneath, a silk tie adorned with intricate patterns, and patent leather shoes that glistened under the soft chandelier light. His perfectly groomed salt-and-pepper hair was a testament to his meticulous attention to detail.Sitting across from him was Leonardo Rossi, a titan in the world of finance. His attire exuded sophistication, as he sported a finely cut charcoal-gray pi
"Just because I'm in a mess doesn't give you the right to get cheeky," Lucian said, not looking at any of them. His face was grim as Antonio cleared his throat.Lucian raised his head to look at Antonio. "You all want to do it the dirty way?" he asked, shifting his gaze from one person to another."Okay then." He stood up, took out his phone from his pant pocket, dialed something, and turned the picture to show Antonio. "Does this look familiar?" he asked, and Antonio's face turned pale. Antonio rested back on the cushion, staring at it in shock."What is he-" Giuseppe began, but Lucian turned the phone in his direction, a smirk on his face."You bastard! I knew you shouldn't be trusted!" Giuseppe stood up abruptly and stared at Lucian in rage.Lucian ignored him and flicked his eyes toward Leonardo, who watched him with expectation."Wanna see yours?" Lucian asked. "Or is it fine?"Leonardo's lips curved into a smile, the kind that hides growing rage. "You're going this far?""Nah."
"Domenico? Who the hell are you?" Amiri made an irritated face, hating the fact that he was being kept in suspense."Like I said, your new nemesis," Damian replied as he stared at Paulo, who was sitting opposite him, munching on an ice cream greedily with a happy smile."You...," Amiri began to say."Mind your language. I know you're just a bloody illiterate who owns a syndicate and thinks you run the world, but I've got a spoiler for you, my dear." Damian paused as his lips curved into a smile. "Paulo is right in front of me, happily enjoying some ice flavored drink. Would you like to meet him?" He asked in a casual tone."Is that Daddy?" Paulo, the six-year-old, looked up at Damian with his big, curious eyes.Damian flashed him a smile. "Yes, boy. Daddy is on his way to pick you up." He replied as Paulo gave him a smile and continued with his ice cream."How the hell do you have Paulo?! What are you doing with my boy?!" Amiri shouted in sheer frustration and anger as Damian put the
"How about we play a game," Damian said with a smile. "You pull that trigger... and the car you're soon going up in like 'puff!'" Damian made the sound with his mouth as Amiri's hand tightened on the gun."What the hell," Amiri's hand came down slowly as he tried to process what Damian had just said."If I am to explain more literally," Damian started again. "I meant to say, if I die, your son dies." He completed as Amiri chuckled stiffly at first and laughed out like a maniac."My bad," he raised his hands with a smile. "I didn't get enough information on you... my bad," he repeated again as Damian watched him with a smile."Now, everyone's concentrating," Damian said and walked back to the seat he had meant to sit in earlier, crossed his legs when he took his seat."Have a seat," Damian gestured to the sofa beside him. "And keep that away." He shifted his gaze to the gun as if it were trash as Amiri didn't know when the gun slipped from his hand and fell off.He walked to the seat a
"It's evident that the Kings are trying to go against the president. How disgraceful!" Mrs. Castile exclaimed during the emergency shareholders' meeting held a few days after Lucian's press conference."That isn't the issue. If we believe Mr. Santoro is innocent, it's of no use as the stocks keep decreasing daily. Everyone is in a bind," one shareholder commented, while Damian sat in his usual seat at the far end, barely listening to the banter.Since the conference and the spread of news, the whole nation had been in an uproar. Even though the police had investigated and declared him innocent, some masses were still adamant. Santoro's stock was the most affected, and the shareholders were not left out. Some who were truly sad about it voiced their opinions, while those who had always hated him saw this as an opportunity to get back at him."Everyone..." Damian calmly interjected, and the room became silent once more. Even in the midst of the chaos, he knew the power he wielded over t