Chapter 11

Oh Damien, this isn’t right. Exacting revenge on the Blackwoods doesn’t make you any less than them, Stella thought.

“You seem lost in your thoughts Stella. What are you thinking about?” Damien said, handing her phone back to her.

“No, nothing.”

“I know that you’re worried about the bet. You don’t need to worry about me. It is them you need to worry about because when I’m done with them….” Damien shook his head in anger. “Leave it Stella. C’mon let’s head back home.

Damien took Stella to the parking spot he had parked his car.

“Here you go, my lady,” Damien opened the car door for Stella and they both giggled.

Damien drove Stella to his mansion.

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“Good evening, Sir,” Hillary, Damien’s servant, dressed in black tuxedo greeted Damien as he opened the car door for him.

Hilary rushed and opened the car door for Stella. “Good evening, ma’am.”

Stella gazed at the mansion in amazement. Truly it was a mansion fit for a trilionaire. Damien had his name printed on the gate of the house. In the