Twenty-four-year-old Damon was sitting on a bench in the park with a heavy heart. He had just visited his Father-in-law's grave to pay his last respects.
Tomorrow, he’d sign the divorce papers. Three years of his life were gone—years spent trying to earn even the smallest glimmer of respect from the Lockwoods. But he had failed. To them, he wasn’t a husband; he was a shadow. He had married Lily from the Lockwood family, who had seen him as nothing more than a complete failure and a disgrace for the past three years. Throughout those three years of marriage he had lived with his wife's family, they had treated him as nothing more than a servant, working him mercilessly without giving him any reward for his hard work. By "hard work," Damon cooked, cleaned, mopped, vacuumed, arranged things, and did every possible chore. He would be halfway through serving dinner, and the Lockwoods wouldn’t so much as glance at him. They would laugh and talk over the clinking of their glasses as if he were invisible. He had wholeheartedly done these tasks, thinking that maybe, one day, she’d see the effort he put in, that she’d remember he was her husband, not just a servant. But three years passed, and that moment never came. He chuckled as he remembered the first day they had met. They had been introduced through her father, Mr. Daniel Lockwood, a man who was deeply involved in charity work. Damon had always believed in giving back, even though he didn’t have much to spare. He would donate clothes, volunteer at local shelters, and give his time wherever he could. It was during one of these charity events—a fundraiser for a local children’s hospital—that Mr. Lockwood first noticed him. Mr. Lockwood was impressed by Damon’s humility and generosity, especially given his limited means. He saw something in Damon that he rarely saw in the people around him—a genuine desire to make a difference, even without expecting recognition. They spoke at length that evening, and by the end, Mr. Lockwood extended a warm invitation to join the family for dinner sometime. At that first family dinner, Damon was introduced to Lily. She was striking, with an aura that held his attention. They clicked instantly, sharing stories and laughter late into the night. Mr. Lockwood seemed delighted by the connection, and over the months, he gently encouraged their relationship, convinced Damon was the kind of person his daughter needed. Damon believed he was gaining not just a partner but a supportive family. But after Mr. Lockwood’s unexpected passing two months after their wedding, everything changed. His mother-in-law, Caroline, found joy in tormenting him every single day. As soon as Mr. Derek Lockwood died, she exhibited her talent to its full strength. He became a redundant existence in the family and spent his days being treated worse than a dog. He scoffed as he remembered what had happened earlier today. He had gone to the grocery store to shop to cook the family dinner, only to catch a glimpse of Lily with a man who looked expensive, coming out of the hotel opposite the mall. His heart sank as he could guess the probability of what was going on... When he confronted Lily hours later, what he got was a scoff. “Let me break something to you,” she said as she folded her arms in disgust. “That man you saw over there was Tyler, my longtime crush and lover who just returned from Paris. And you don’t even have the right to question me about it, Damon.” Her words hurt him deeply, and he felt a mixture of despair and anger. “So, you’re just going to throw it in my face? After everything I’ve done for you and your family?” His heart ached, but he couldn’t let her see how much it hurt. Lily rolled her eyes, a common gesture between them. “What have you done, Damon? Cooked a few meals? Cleaned up after us? You’re just a glorified housekeeper at this point. You think that makes you special?” His heart sank in pain but he tried as much as possible to conceal it, “Special? No, I don’t, But I am your husband, Lily. I am your fucking husband." He bellowed, "Doesn't that make a bit of difference to you?” “Please,” she scoffed again. “You’re not my husband. You haven’t been for a long time. The moment my father died, you lost any chance of being part of this family. My father would have wanted more for me than this—whatever this is. I need someone who can give me what I deserve, not someone who’s content to fade into the background, someone like you.” The word struck Damon like a physical blow, didn't she know how much he loved her? How much he wanted to make her happy? “Is that what you call Tyler?” Damon shot back “He just got back from Paris, and you think he can give you what you deserve?" “Say whatever you want, I’ve suffered enough from your uselessness for the past three years, Damon Let’s get divorced tomorrow!” lily looked at Damon with a cold, arrogant, and contemptuous expression. Damon immediately felt as if his heart was pierced by thousands of arrows. He knew that he was not worthy of Lily, and yet he continued to work hard and endure everything for three years in the hopes of getting lily’s approval. Little did he know that he would receive a request for divorce in exchange for all his hard work! “You heard that correctly Damon, I want a divorce! i no longer want you tarnishing my image." She hissed With that, she turned on her heels and walked away, leaving Damon standing in the kitchen. In that second, humiliation, anger, and a plethora of other negative emotions began to overwhelm him. He was homeless with absolutely no idea of where to stay. He chuckled as he looked silently at the sky, remembering how Mr. Lockwood was the only person who had protected him and taken care of him during those three years. After being kicked out of the house, Damon felt compelled to pay his respects to the old man one last time. He took out the necklace that his late father in law had passed to him and heaved a heavy sigh as he stared into the sky; he was the only one that had ever treated him right among the loockwoods.Damon carefully returned his father-in-law's necklace to his bag. He had no idea where he was going to stay for the night, nor did he have anywhere to go. He soon stood up with a heavy sigh and took a few steps forward. Suddenly, he caught sight of a very attractive woman walking gracefully down the street, wearing a fitted, elegant dress. She looked incredibly sophisticated. Damon couldn't help but wonder what she was doing out in the middle of the night when she should be sound asleep. Her poised stride and composed demeanor caught Damon’s attention instantly. Damon watched as the elegant woman walked slowly toward him. As she approached, she looked lost, and her confidence seemed out of place. Not only her confidence, though; Damon felt she looked out of place here on the streets he was used to. For some reason, she approached him. “Excuse me,” she began, her gaze moved from Damon to the ground, as though she was struggling to find the right words. “Could you tell me
Damon woke up to the steady beeping of a machine. When he tried to move, a sharp pain shot through his ribs, making him wince. His head hurt as he struggled to remember what had happened. Where am I? he wondered, looking around. Slowly, it came back to him—the woman that had saved him must have brought him to the hospital. But where was she now? He noticed he was in a fancy VIP room, with elegant furniture and a view of the city skyline. It didn’t look like a regular hospital room. He reached for his pocket and froze. His phone, ID, and most of his things were missing. Did someone steal them? he thought with a sigh. Just then, the door creaked open, and a nurse stepped in. “You are awake!” the nurse said as she adjusted his IV drip and gave him a sympathetic look. “A young lady brought you in last night. She didn’t leave a name, but she seemed very worried about you. Do you remember what happened?” Damon clenched his jaw at the possibility that he might never see the wom
Damon barely noticed his surroundings as he stepped out of the courthouse. A sharp pain hit his side, reminding him he’d left the hospital too soon. But he couldn’t miss the divorce appointment. With nowhere to go, he thought about returning to the hospital for the night until he could get back on his feet. He let out a heavy sigh, feeling lost. Just then, a sleek, luxury car pulled up in front of him. Damon frowned, eyeing the polished vehicle. Who would drive a car like that around here? Before he could wonder further, the tinted window rolled down, and he blinked in surprise. Behind the glass was a woman who radiated confidence. She looked at him with an amused smile, her gaze steady. "Looking good, my friend…” she greeted him, her voice warm but oddly chilling. Damon stared, confused. Who was she? And why was she talking to him like they were close? "Who are…?” he began, puzzled. She placed a hand over her chest, acting hurt. "Ouch… You don’t remember me from last night?"
Chapter 5 Damon watched with his wide-eyed, as the hotel workers’ trembled and the tension in the air thickened. Damon slowly walked over to Vivan and whispered close enough for her to hear, “Forget about them. I’m used to this treatment anyway…” The woman named Vivan looked at him as she felt an ache in her heart. She could feel the bitterness and helplessness in Damon’s words, along with a subtle hint of his inferiority complex. The manager immediately rushed over, bowing his head in contrition. “Please, ma’am, we’re sorry. We’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” Vivan, still taken aback by the scene, straightened her posture and fixed her gaze on the trembling staff. “You should treat all guests with respect. No one deserves to be made to feel small,” she asserted. "Miss Bennett!" The manager came running towards the scence in tremble, "this is entirely our fault. I’ll discipline her in due time. Please accept our heartfelt apologies,” The manager pleaded sincerely be
“Who were those men last night? The ones who... beat you up?” she asked with a hint of curiosity evident in her eyes as they walk into the grand room. Damon stiffened at the question as the memory of the brutal encounter all came resurfacing in his mind. He had been trying to avoid thinking about it, but Vivan’s Directness made it impossible to ignore “They were... I don’t know,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Just a few guys I crossed paths with. They were hired, I think. I don’t know who.” “Hired?” Vivan asked with a chuckle as she sat on the bed, “Don't play Dumb with me Damon!” Vivan had remembered their faces vividly, he had remembered their words telling Damon they were sent by someone named Tyler, a person Damon seemed to know his identity. Damon gulped at her intense gaze, he hesitated,unsure of how much to reveal. He knew so well that she could see behind his masks of lies but he wasn’t used to opening up, especially not to someone like Vivan, who se
The next day, the sun rose, casting a warm glow through the curtains. Damon turned and tossed on the bed, he had spent most of the night tossing and turning; he couldn't help but keep thinking about Vivan—the way she looked at him, her voice, her presence—they all made Damon blush. There was something about her—something he couldn’t quite pin down—and it left him feeling restless. He slowly rose from the king-sized bed in the suite. He needed to take a bath so he would look presentable at the very least. As he grabbed a towel, ready to enter the bathroom, he heard a knock on the door. He wondered who it could be and slowly walked over to open the door. When he opened it, a young man stood there holding a familiar black bag. “Your bag, sir. I was instructed by my boss to give it to you,” the man said in a curt tone. Damon's eyes lit up with joy. Vivan had remembered to deliver his bag—she indeed was a lifesaver. He quickly accepted it, murmuring a quick “Thanks” before closi
Damon blinked, utterly flabbergasted by Klaus's Statement. The offer was definitely tempting for someone who has absolutely no money. But regardless, he wouldn't accept the money no matter how tempting it sounded. Accepting it would mean admitting Klaus was right about him, and Damon wasn’t about to stoop that low—not for money, not for anyone.“I appreciate the offer, sir,” Damon said carefully, “But I’m not for sale. And just so we’re clear, I’m not here for Vivan’s money or anything else you seem to think.”Klaus narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Damon as if searching for a crack in his resolve. When he didn’t find one, he scoffed. “Your pride will only take you so far, young man. Men like you—”“Dad, enough!” Vivan interrupted, “please stop! You’ve done more than enough damage for one day. If you can’t respect my choices, then please, leave us alone.”Klaus walked closer to vivan in fury, he looked at vivan in disgust from head to toe, “I am doing what's best for you Vivan, Everythi
Damon paced around the room, feeling impatient. It had been hours since the scandal happened, and he worried about Vivan. The hurt in her eyes, her trembling lips—everything. She had come from a rich family, but one thing was sure and obvious to Damon: she didn’t exactly have a happy family. Damon wondered if she was fine as he paced around the room in worry. He glanced at his phone again and saw no missed calls or messages from Vivan. He knew there was a probability that Vivan could have gotten his phone number from his bag, and yet he saw no call. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. Goddamn it. He was going to speak to her. He was going to make sure she was okay—the same way she had done for him. The argument with Klaus had been explosive, and Damon knew how deeply it had hurt her. Vivan had asked for space, but he couldn’t shake the image of her trembling lips and teary eyes. She had been there for him, supporting him. Now it was his turn. Stepping into the hote