The court was in session. Damien and his companions were on the left side of the court as the accused while Clarissa was on the right as the defendant. Damien wore a prestige aura as the court proceeded, and even the judge was captured by his captivating features. He was dashing, indeed. Dashing enough to earn everyone’s favor in the room— even some of Clarissa’s followers. However, that alone was not the only reason why Damien was starting to win everyone’s beliefs. It was thanks to his talented lawyers that Damien was able to slowly win the fight. Every time Clarissa’s lawyers made an argument, Damien’s lawyers would counter it so flawlessly that they choked with their own statements. All of a sudden, the proceeding reached its rising conflict. “The defendant claims that Damien tried to seduce her in his home during a business meeting in his private residence at Fraulein. Damien Blackwell lured the woman with his husband into a business deal and invited them into his own house w
“The court is dismissed!”Everyone stood up in their seats and left Clarissa’s side. Clarissa felt like she was surrounded by the terrible gazes of betrayal by her supporters who came into the hearing to give her the moral support she needed, but she only disappointed them. She was at loss for words. Even her lawyers were sorry for her.They hated the fact that Clarissa was not honest even with them.Had she told them that Ash Harlock had a video of her, they could’ve done something to counter it. But even them were in shock. They thought too that she was the victim, so they helped her. But it seemed that they were only humiliated in today’s hearing.One by one, they left her side until Clarissa was the only frozen one in the room. Richard Colton runs towards her and tried to comfort her, but she only slapped his hand away not wanting an ounce of his pity.“We’ll get them again next time.” He whispered to her. “Don’t be discouraged.”“How the fuck are we going to get them next time, Ri
“Any news against Clarissa Norwood?” Damien asked his secretary who trailed after him like a puppy. “Currently, the woman is in prison.”“Her family did not bail her out or anything?”“No sir.” The secretary replied. “It would appear that Ms. Norwood’s family is not in good terms with her. Ms. Clarissa’s fortune is all spent from hiring the lawyers which she lost during the case.” “I see.” Damien was shocked to hear that. “Did you hear anything about the person funding her?”“It would appear that whomever had plans to fund Clarissa Norwood’s allegations against you— has left her alone in prison, sir. Currently, there is no one reaching out to Clarissa Norwood.”“What about Richard? Weren’t they supporting in each other’s cause?”“They were.” The secretary agreed. “But as of now, Richard is yet to be seen visiting Clarissa. It seems that the male wants to save his own face.”“As expected of him.” Damien shrugged his own shoulders. “He never cares unless it’s his own interests at stake
“These are my family’s resorts scattered all over the country.” The Princess told him. “If you’d like, you can visit them to do your research. The resort warmly welcomes you.”“That seems like a good idea.” Damien nodded. “I will take the offer then.”The Princess nods. Damien observes the woman’s face for a while. He could see her fidgeting as if she wanted to say something else. Damien leans forward to ask her. “You’re preoccupied.” He says. “Is there anything on your mind?”“Oh, uhm…” she starts and tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear. “Well, it’s just that I would love to make a little request.”“A request?” Damien’s eyebrows raise for a moment; then he nods in agreement. “I suppose that is reasonable for the help you are about to help me with.” “It is a very specific type of help.” Shireen’s eyes turned a little bit serious. “Let us not hide each other’s identities. You have been referred to me.”Damien crossed his eyes, his green eyes glowing like a snake’s. His eyebrows
"A call from the President's Office, Mr. Blackwell." the secretary handed him the phone. Damien stared at the caller's I.D and then took a deep breath. He takes the phone and puts it near his eyes while gesturing at the secretary to leave the room. The secretary leaves, and Damien entertains. "Blackwell, speaking." "It's been a while, Mr. Damien." President Hemmingway's voice was same as chilling as ever. Damien however, was not fazed as he needed nothing from the President. "It has truly been. Is there a particular reason why you called? I am certain that the lieutenant told you that there was no way I could continue the mission, yes?" "I did not accept your surrender to my request. Be grateful I've extended it." Damien's brows angled deeply into a scowl. "What do you mean?" "I don't care how long it takes for you to get rid of the Sumerkis. You have to get rid of them. It is absolutely necessary!" "As far as I can remember, the last time I tried to gather information— I was am
PETERSBURG, A YEAR AFTER“Let’s make sure this becomes the biggest heist of the century.”Men masked in demon visards lined up in the middle of the night at the lonely roads of Peterburg.Now the town wasn’t renowned for its loneliness. Petersburg was like capital and it used to be lively. But for that particular night, the natives of Petersburg chose not to leave their homes.They have heard of the songs of omens shared upon by the children.The Twilights have come.Tonight is the night they reclaim their names. To force becoming written back in newspapers for the sake of being relevant. A warning to the enemies that the sworn brothers of Sumerkis have returned after two decades of silence due to defeat.Like the morning star rising from the sky, the Sumerkis rise back inevitably, unstoppable and domineering. But unlike the said star, the Sumerkis brings no hope nor love.They only returned for vengeance.Hundred demon-masked Sumerkis exit their vehicle, their bodies all strapped wit
“Damien did you hear about this?!” The lieutenant, Carlton showed him an international newspaper which displayed a news article about the grand heist that has happened to a local bank in Petersburg, Kravska. Damien took the newspaper gracefully with his hands, skimmed through the paragraphs and returned it to him.“What do you want me to do with this?”“To stop it, obviously!” Carlton told him. “They’re not afraid even of the Parliament.”“The Sumerkis have Ash, why would they be afraid?” Damien shrugged and crossed his arms and continued to do the last of his paperwork for the day before leaving for a flight to the enemy’s territory. “Besides, don’t you have anything else to do?” “Nothin’.” Carlton slumped as he sat on the sofa, his eyes distant. “I’m worried about Ash.” “There is no need to worry about her.” Damien told him. “If anything, we should be worried about ourselves against fighting her.”“You’re right. Unfortunately, even if you’ll miss me, I won’t be able to work with y
Arriving in Petersburg was nostalgic for Damien.He had expected summer but came in the midst of winter, when almost all the roads were covered in snow. The male clutched his winter coat and wrapped a scarf around his neck. Sherlock comes to his side, teeth chattering from the frigid weather. “Shit, it’s cold.”“Aye.” “You used to this?”“Not really.” Damien shrugged. “I hate it as much as you do.”“The winter doesn’t go as cold as this in Dorwaille. This is torture.”Damien slipped his hands in his pockets and looked at him. “I’ve told my men to come to the Queen’s secret address. Are you sure there’ll be enough space for all of them?”“Yeah, there will be.” Sherlock nodded. “Granny’s secret place isn’t small, you know.”“Then it can’t be a secret place. Ah yes, by the way.”“Hm?” Damien crossed his arms and asked Sherlock a question that has been bugging his mind for a moment. “Why are you a ‘Dorwaille’ and Shireen’s an ‘Islezak’?”“Oh, Islezak is just a stage name she uses. Do yo