As Damien grew older, he began to yearn for a family of his own. He had seen many kids come and go from the orphanage, but he had never been chosen by any prospective parents. That is, until one day when a couple came to visit the orphanage and took an interest in Damien.They spent the day with him, asking him about his interests and dreams. They seemed to genuinely care about him, and for the first time in a long time, Damien allowed himself to hope. At the end of the day, they told him they would think about adopting him.Damien waited anxiously for the rest of the week, but the couple never came back. He asked the nuns if they had heard anything, but they told him they had no updates. As the days turned into weeks and then into months, Damien began to feel a growing sense of anger and frustration.One day, he decided he had had enough. He stormed into the nuns' office and demanded an explanation for why the couple had never come back for him."Why wasn't I chosen?" he asked, his v
Damien made his way toward the graveyard where his parents were laid to rest. As he approached their graves, he felt a sense of calm wash over him. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow across the field of headstones. He sat down in front of their graves, feeling the cool grass beneath him."Mom, Dad," he began softly, "I know you're not here to answer me, but I need your advice." He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "Tyrion, our son, has been kidnapped by Mikhail. I'm scared that things might not go as planned during the rescue. I don't know what to do."As he spoke, Ash watched from a nearby corner. She could see the pain and fear in his eyes, but she also saw his strength and determination. She believed in him, even if he didn't believe in himself.Damien continued to talk to his parent's graves, pouring out his heart to them. He shared his worries, his fears, and his hopes for the future. He talked about his love for Ash and their family, and how he was willing to
Damien anxiously waited for any news about his son's whereabouts. The past few days had been a blur of dead ends and false leads, but he refused to give up. He knew he had to find his son before it was too late.As he paced back and forth in his living room, his phone rang. It was Carlton, his friend and the lieutenant of the police department."Damien, I've got some intel for you," Carlton said. "We've been tracking Mikhail's movements and we've got a lead on his location."Damien's heart skipped a beat. "Where is he?""He's holed up in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. We've got a team ready to move in, but we wanted to let you know first.""Thanks, Carlton. I'll be there."Damien quickly grabbed his jacket and headed out the door. He knew he had to act fast. Mikhail was dangerous, and he wouldn't hesitate to harm his son if he felt threatened. Ash tried to follow him, but Damien told her to stay. "What are you doing? He's my son too! Didn't I warn you that my father
Damien tried to ignore the pain in his body as he was thrown into a dark, damp room. He could feel blood trickling down his face from the blows he had received. It was only when the door slammed shut that he realized he was alone with his captors.He could hear footsteps approaching and braced himself for the worst. The door creaked open and in walked Mikhail, a twisted smile on his face."Well, well, well. Look who we have here," Mikhail said, mockingly. "The great Damien, reduced to a bloody mess."Damien gritted his teeth, not wanting to give his captor the satisfaction of seeing him in pain."What do you want from me, Mikhail?" Damien asked, his voice hoarse.Mikhail laughed. "Want? I already have what I want. Your family is in shambles, and now you're here, helpless."Damien's mind raced, thinking of a way out of this situation. He couldn't let Mikhail win."You know, Mikhail, you and I can be in-laws. Think about Ash, your daughter. Think about your grandson. Do you really want t
As Damien crouches in the dark corner of his cell, he listens intently to the conversation taking place outside. He hears the triumphant laughter of Mikhail and his men as they celebrate their recent victory over the police force. Damien's mind drifts back to his childhood memories of his mother, Rose, and how she was brutally murdered by Mikhail's men.Mikhail begins to brag about the attack, recounting the details of how they had invaded Rose's home and dragged her out into the streets. He talks about how she had begged for mercy, but they had ignored her pleas and continued to beat her until she lay lifeless on the ground.As Mikhail continues to boast, Tyrion, who was listening all along, became angry. He stands up and starts to move towards the cell door as he knew his father was there. But the guards are quick to notice, and they rush towards him, grabbing him by the arms and throwing him back into the corner.Mikhail turns to face the guards, "Make sure he doesn't cause any tro
Damien, Ash, and Tyrion were relieved to be out of the warehouse and away from Mikhail's grasp. They were grateful for Clarissa's help in getting them out, but something about her behavior felt off. She seemed distracted, her eyes darting around nervously, and she kept checking her surrounding every few minutes.Damien approached her, asking if everything was okay. "You've been acting weird since we got out of there. Is there something you're not telling us?" he asked.Clarissa shook her head, offering a weak smile. "No, no, everything's fine. I'm just a bit shaken up," she replied.Ash placed a hand on Clarissa's shoulder, offering her comfort. "It's okay, Clarissa. We're all a bit shaken up after what happened. But we're safe now. Let's go home," she said.They started walking towards the car, but Clarissa hesitated. She looked back at the warehouse, then at her phone again. Damien and Ash exchanged a worried glance."Clarissa, come on. We need to get out of here," Damien said, his v
As Damien slowly opened his eyes, he felt a piercing pain in his head. He tried to move, but his body felt heavy and weak. For a moment, he couldn't remember where he was or what had happened.Then it all came flooding back to him. The gunfight, Mikhail, and the realization that he had killed his own father-in-law. Damien's heart sank as the memories overwhelmed him.He tried to sit up, but his family members urged him to lie back down. "How are you feeling, Damien?" Eloise, asked him softly.Damien shook his head, unable to find the words to describe the pain he was feeling. "What happened?" he managed to ask.Lilian, his cousin, took his hand and gently explained the events that had led up to him being in the hospital. "You were shot, Damien," she said. "The doctors managed to save you, but you were in a coma for a few days."Damien's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't believe that he had been so close to death. He looked around the room and saw the worried faces of his family member
Damien's heart sank at the sight of Ash's confusion. He had hoped that she would remember him, but it seemed like she had no recollection of anything that had happened before the accident."I'm Damien," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Your husband."Ash furrowed her brow, looking at him with a mix of fear and uncertainty. "Husband?" she repeated as if the word didn't make sense to her.Damien took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. "Yes," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We've been married for years now."Ash's eyes widened in surprise, and she tried to sit up, wincing at the pain in her body. "I don't remember," she said, her voice shaking. "I don't remember anything."Damien took her hand, holding it tightly. "It's okay," he said, trying to sound reassuring. "You've been through a lot. But I'm here for you. I'll help you remember."Over the next few days, Damien spent every moment by Ash's side, trying to help her piece together her memories. H
Hi everyone, it's me Sabbiekeku, again! I have made additional edits to the book regarding name-switches, loose ends of the story and inconsistent information. I sincerely apologize for this as I have been very preoccupied during the making of the finale of this book. Anyway, if you may have noticed, the book's title have been changed to 'Revenge of the Unforeseen Mafia Boss' from its former title, 'Secretly A Mafia Boss: Bittersweet Vengeance'. This is one of the major changes that have been implemented to my book with my editor's suggestion and I thought I should inform readers of that. You've come to the end of this book. Thank you for being involved. Sabbiekeku
Hi everyone! It's Sabbiekeku here! I have reviewed and did all the necessary changes all the chapters, and it might be reflected next week. I also noticed that I placed Mr. Hunter, instead of Blackwell for the Chapter ' Wake Up'. Hunter is a different character from a story I am writing and I think I placed his name on accident! (This is what you get for having so many characters in your head...) I usually write my stories during nighttime, as in the morning I have college classes; so it makes me a little bit light-headed. Please pardon me. I also had my midterms this month, so it was quite a challenge. I am so happy for the support that this book had garnered, and I actually didn't expect it. You make so much happy every time you unlock chapter and support me. It really means a lot as an author! BONUS REMARKS: I initially planned to actually kill off Ash. I am a very straightforward fantasy writer and usually, when my characters are engaging in really fatal fights, I really do
Damien's heart sank at the sight of Ash's confusion. He had hoped that she would remember him, but it seemed like she had no recollection of anything that had happened before the accident."I'm Damien," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Your husband."Ash furrowed her brow, looking at him with a mix of fear and uncertainty. "Husband?" she repeated as if the word didn't make sense to her.Damien took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. "Yes," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We've been married for years now."Ash's eyes widened in surprise, and she tried to sit up, wincing at the pain in her body. "I don't remember," she said, her voice shaking. "I don't remember anything."Damien took her hand, holding it tightly. "It's okay," he said, trying to sound reassuring. "You've been through a lot. But I'm here for you. I'll help you remember."Over the next few days, Damien spent every moment by Ash's side, trying to help her piece together her memories. H
As Damien slowly opened his eyes, he felt a piercing pain in his head. He tried to move, but his body felt heavy and weak. For a moment, he couldn't remember where he was or what had happened.Then it all came flooding back to him. The gunfight, Mikhail, and the realization that he had killed his own father-in-law. Damien's heart sank as the memories overwhelmed him.He tried to sit up, but his family members urged him to lie back down. "How are you feeling, Damien?" Eloise, asked him softly.Damien shook his head, unable to find the words to describe the pain he was feeling. "What happened?" he managed to ask.Lilian, his cousin, took his hand and gently explained the events that had led up to him being in the hospital. "You were shot, Damien," she said. "The doctors managed to save you, but you were in a coma for a few days."Damien's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't believe that he had been so close to death. He looked around the room and saw the worried faces of his family member
Damien, Ash, and Tyrion were relieved to be out of the warehouse and away from Mikhail's grasp. They were grateful for Clarissa's help in getting them out, but something about her behavior felt off. She seemed distracted, her eyes darting around nervously, and she kept checking her surrounding every few minutes.Damien approached her, asking if everything was okay. "You've been acting weird since we got out of there. Is there something you're not telling us?" he asked.Clarissa shook her head, offering a weak smile. "No, no, everything's fine. I'm just a bit shaken up," she replied.Ash placed a hand on Clarissa's shoulder, offering her comfort. "It's okay, Clarissa. We're all a bit shaken up after what happened. But we're safe now. Let's go home," she said.They started walking towards the car, but Clarissa hesitated. She looked back at the warehouse, then at her phone again. Damien and Ash exchanged a worried glance."Clarissa, come on. We need to get out of here," Damien said, his v
As Damien crouches in the dark corner of his cell, he listens intently to the conversation taking place outside. He hears the triumphant laughter of Mikhail and his men as they celebrate their recent victory over the police force. Damien's mind drifts back to his childhood memories of his mother, Rose, and how she was brutally murdered by Mikhail's men.Mikhail begins to brag about the attack, recounting the details of how they had invaded Rose's home and dragged her out into the streets. He talks about how she had begged for mercy, but they had ignored her pleas and continued to beat her until she lay lifeless on the ground.As Mikhail continues to boast, Tyrion, who was listening all along, became angry. He stands up and starts to move towards the cell door as he knew his father was there. But the guards are quick to notice, and they rush towards him, grabbing him by the arms and throwing him back into the corner.Mikhail turns to face the guards, "Make sure he doesn't cause any tro
Damien tried to ignore the pain in his body as he was thrown into a dark, damp room. He could feel blood trickling down his face from the blows he had received. It was only when the door slammed shut that he realized he was alone with his captors.He could hear footsteps approaching and braced himself for the worst. The door creaked open and in walked Mikhail, a twisted smile on his face."Well, well, well. Look who we have here," Mikhail said, mockingly. "The great Damien, reduced to a bloody mess."Damien gritted his teeth, not wanting to give his captor the satisfaction of seeing him in pain."What do you want from me, Mikhail?" Damien asked, his voice hoarse.Mikhail laughed. "Want? I already have what I want. Your family is in shambles, and now you're here, helpless."Damien's mind raced, thinking of a way out of this situation. He couldn't let Mikhail win."You know, Mikhail, you and I can be in-laws. Think about Ash, your daughter. Think about your grandson. Do you really want t
Damien anxiously waited for any news about his son's whereabouts. The past few days had been a blur of dead ends and false leads, but he refused to give up. He knew he had to find his son before it was too late.As he paced back and forth in his living room, his phone rang. It was Carlton, his friend and the lieutenant of the police department."Damien, I've got some intel for you," Carlton said. "We've been tracking Mikhail's movements and we've got a lead on his location."Damien's heart skipped a beat. "Where is he?""He's holed up in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. We've got a team ready to move in, but we wanted to let you know first.""Thanks, Carlton. I'll be there."Damien quickly grabbed his jacket and headed out the door. He knew he had to act fast. Mikhail was dangerous, and he wouldn't hesitate to harm his son if he felt threatened. Ash tried to follow him, but Damien told her to stay. "What are you doing? He's my son too! Didn't I warn you that my father
Damien made his way toward the graveyard where his parents were laid to rest. As he approached their graves, he felt a sense of calm wash over him. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow across the field of headstones. He sat down in front of their graves, feeling the cool grass beneath him."Mom, Dad," he began softly, "I know you're not here to answer me, but I need your advice." He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "Tyrion, our son, has been kidnapped by Mikhail. I'm scared that things might not go as planned during the rescue. I don't know what to do."As he spoke, Ash watched from a nearby corner. She could see the pain and fear in his eyes, but she also saw his strength and determination. She believed in him, even if he didn't believe in himself.Damien continued to talk to his parent's graves, pouring out his heart to them. He shared his worries, his fears, and his hopes for the future. He talked about his love for Ash and their family, and how he was willing to