"For you, this marriage is a means of seeking revenge. You took away a fiancée from someone who had already taken your wife. By marrying me, you see it as an act of vengeance. Perhaps you believe you have nothing to fear from their retaliation because you are superior to them. Everyone acknowledges your power and perceives you as the epitome of perfection," Davina poured out her hidden pains and frustrations, her voice filled with deep sadness."But what about me? I understand that I can serve as the key to your revenge. Without me, your plans may not unfold as flawlessly. However, our circumstances are vastly different," she continued, her voice trembling with vulnerability.Damian listened intently, not uttering a word to interrupt Davina's fragmented confessions. He absorbed every heartfelt expression she had bottled up for so long, allowing her emotions to flow freely."All these years, I have strived and toiled relentlessly to become a lawyer at the most prestigious law firm in t
In the dead of night, Damian summoned Nick and Detective Mark for an urgent meeting. He revealed all the evidence Davina had provided, and together, they meticulously pieced the sequence of events. Detective Mark was taken aback by the extensive evidence Davina had gathered on her own, but Nick was even more astonished."Just earlier today, I cleaned up the mess Davina created at the hospital. I spoke with the hospital director and ensured he received the compensation money. I also tried to question the director, but it seems he is unaware of most of the details," Nick shared the results of his day's work.Nick pressed the start button on the remote control and projected surveillance camera footage capturing Davina's self-inflicted injuries. He showcased the entire journey from Davina's admission to her discharge from the hospital."I was truly shocked when I saw this," Nick said with disbelief."I've always had faith in Davina. Ever since she showed me firsthand evidence of Camille's
Davina and Nick released each other from their embrace, and the once-warm atmosphere turned tense. Today, Nick addressed Davina as ‘Nick’, not as Damian's personal assistant."What gives you the right to say I'm marrying Damian because I like him?" Davina questioned, her tone filled with displeasure."What right do I have?" Nick scoffed sarcastically. "I have the right to say it because I know it. You haven't been able to let go of your feelings for Damian since you turned seventeen, Davina. Can't I call Damian your first love?"Davina stared at Nick in disbelief at his words. The fact that they had attended the same alma mater as Damian was trustworthy. "Did you know me twelve years ago?"Nick shoved his hands into his pockets. "You knew me, Davina. I've been by Damian's side all this time, so I'm the first to notice what happens around him."This conversation topic still took Davina aback. "I never noticed you during university.""The first reason is that Damian and I had different
Damian and Davina approached Atlantis and Caroline. In her first encounter with Mrs. Wilson, Caroline possessed the beauty of an artist. Davina found herself momentarily captivated by Caroline's allure as she wondered if Caroline, indeed, was an artist. Atlantis looked dashing in his navy suit, which complemented Caroline's elegant navy long dress. Davina recalled Damian mentioning that coordinating Caroline and Atlantis's attire without a stylist was unnecessary. The distinct contrast in hair color between Atlantis, whose locks were entirely gray, and his wife further accentuated their significant age difference of twenty years. Davina was genuinely taken aback by Caroline's youthful appearance, which seemed to defy the age difference between her and Damian. "Welcome to the Wilson family, darling," Caroline warmly embraced Davina, who thanked her with a smile, appreciating the warm welcome from her mother-in-law. Subsequently, Davina embraced Atlantis. Before she could respond or i
"I know Davina graduated from the same school as I did. However, I honestly do not remember her," Damian confessed with honesty.Observing Damian's lack of recollection of Davina from before she became Camille’s lawyer, Nick couldn't help but smile sympathetically, understanding the significance of Davina's first love story."Has Davina really known me for twelve years?" Damian asked, his confusion evident in his expression.As the main witness who had seen the story unfold between Davina and Damian, which began twelve years ago, Nick suggested, "You could ask Davina. I do not believe I have the authority to answer that question.""I will inquire with Davina later. She seems exhausted, and I do not want to disturb her at this time."Damian took a sip of his Americano coffee and furrowed his brows, still not accustomed to the bitter taste of the beverage.The conversation between Damian and Nick concluded as they spotted a black luxury sedan pulling into the mansion. Noticing Damian re
Davina was taken aback by the sight of Damian awaiting her outside the Atlantis workroom. Observing Damian's evident concern, she tried to stifle a smile. It appeared as if her discussion with Atlantis had recently concluded.Drawing nearer, Damian inquired, "Are you alright? What did my father discuss with you? Did he say anything odd or offensive?"Davina led Damian away from the vicinity of the Atlantis workroom. Although she knew Atlantis could not overhear their conversation, she deemed it inappropriate to discuss Atlantis so openly in front of his workspace."Ask me privately. I'm fine, and your father did not utter anything strange. He wished me well as I became a part of the Wilson family," Davina responded.Skeptical, Damian furrowed his brow, disbelieving his wife's words. Being aware of Atlantis' less-than-kind personality, especially towards new acquaintances, Damian was sure there was more to the story. If Atlantis were being friendly, Damian would surely see through the
"Since when did you become curious about my dealings with Nick?" Atlantis asked coldly. Damian immediately regretted asking as he saw Atlantis dismiss his son's curiosity and leave the house with a golf club. Damian hurriedly followed Atlantis, hoping to catch him before he got too far."Did you hit Nick?" Damian asked, catching up to Atlantis.Atlantis stopped walking and turned to face Damian. "Did Nick claim that I hit him?""No," Damian replied."If Nick denies it, then it's a no," Atlantis stated coldly before continuing towards the car parked in front of the mansion entrance. Damian stayed put, watching Atlantis drive away in his luxury car. Startled by Caroline's sudden presence behind him, he turned to her."You startled me."Caroline looked at her stepson. "Is he going golfing?""Yeah," Damian replied, uninterested in further conversation. He left Caroline on the mansion terrace and continued on his way. As he walked away, Caroline called out to him."If your dad comes home e
"Seriously? We're really going to tail Caroline in your car?" Nick turned to Damian, his face reflecting disbelief.Nick was well aware that Damian rarely used this car for everyday purposes, but choosing a limited-edition luxury red car for a secret stalking mission seemed far too conspicuous."Are you sure about this? I mean, it's a fancy car that stands out," Nick remarked skeptically."I've intentionally selected a different vehicle. You know this car gets the least amount of use," Damian reassured, attempting to alleviate Nick's concerns.Nick ran a hand through his hair, perplexed. "I was actually going to suggest we take my car, but Caroline has seen it before."Damian placed a reassuring hand on Nick's shoulder. "Don't worry, I have a plan. Let's go."Nick found himself unable to protest as Damian took the wheel. Uncertainty gnawed at him, uncertain of their destination. Damian drove skillfully and at a moderate pace."Do you happen to know where Caroline and Camille plan to m
Damian and Nick strolled side by side, their fingers intertwining, as they made their way towards Davina's hospital room. The doctor's news was encouraging—Davina was finally cleared to go home today. However, she would still need to visit the hospital once a week for a routine check-up on her healing wound.Nick felt relieved as he shared the doctor's update with Damian. "Thank goodness! Davina can finally leave this place. But she must follow through with the weekly hospital visits," he informed Damian.Taking charge, Damian immediately instructed, "Alright, Nick. It's your responsibility to ensure Davina's administration and medication are taken care of. Let's make sure she gets to go home today."Damian's words triggered a sudden realization, causing him to vigorously rub his face in frustration. "Oh, gosh! I forgot, Nick. You're not my personal assistant anymore," he confessed, feeling a pang of guilt. "Don't worry about it. Just tell me where everyth
On the morning of his hospital visit, Damian arrived bearing not just his presence but a generous assortment of fresh fruits. Knowing that these would be the perfect choice for his ailing wife, he hesitantly opened the door, careful not to disturb her as it was still early for hospital visits. The room was hushed, with his wife peacefully asleep on the hospital bed while their dear friend Nick slumbered on the nearby sofa.As Damian quietly entered, Nick stirred slightly, sensing his presence. Nick, ever alert, awakened at the sound and met his gaze. Relieved to see a familiar face, Damian delicately placed the fruit basket on the table, fearing that any noise would disrupt his wife's deep slumber. With a simple gesture, he motioned to Nick, silently requesting a moment alone in the hospital corridor.In the hallway, away from prying eyes and out of earshot, the two friends found solace and a sense of camaraderie. Understanding the gravity of the situation, Nick shared
The day of Camille's trial had arrived, casting a heavy cloud of tension over the courtroom. However, Damian faces the proceedings this time without Nick's support. Understanding the gravity of the situation, Damian had entrusted Nick with the crucial task of remaining at the hospital, steadfastly attending to the needs of Davina, who still lingered in a state of unconsciousness.As the trial commenced, Attorney Hernandez again took center stage, fueling his rapidly burgeoning reputation amidst the frenzy of cases mounted by WW Technology and Damian against Marcel and Camille. The mere mention of Hernandez's name sent ripples through the legal community, a testament to the magnitude of the charges.In a striking turn of events, Camille found herself devoid of the protection of a defense lawyer orchestrated by Damian himself. This deliberate maneuver left Camille vulnerable and isolated, forced to navigate the ferocious storm of the trial unaccompanied by legal counsel.
The universe seemed to deny Marcel's wish for a swift end as fate intervened, ensuring that the hands of justice still reached out to apprehend him, even after his fateful fall from the towering heights of the building. Despite his plummet, the police officers wasted no time in subduing Marcel and ferrying him away to the hospital for urgent medical attention, unwilling to let him escape the consequences of his actions.As Marcel was whisked away under police custody, Damian and Nick stood by Davina's side, their faces etched with a deep sense of worry and concern. The weight of the day's events hung heavy in the air, the fear of losing the one they held dear gnawing at their hearts as they watched over Davina, her strength and resilience a beacon of hope amidst the chaos.The looming specter of the impending trial cast a shadow over the group, the stark reality of Marcel's heinous act looming large in their minds. It was certain that Marcel's actions would earn him ad
"Let's take a short break while the judges deliberate on all the evidence and decide the defendant's sentence." After the Judge's announcement, Davina gathered her things and returned to her seat, trying to maintain her composure. Ignoring Marcel's presence beside her, she focused on the weight of the upcoming decision that would impact her life.But chaos erupted in the courtroom before she could fully process the gravity of the situation. Marcel, once a familiar figure in her life, now held a gun to her temple, turning her into a captive in the blink of an eye. The weapon was he stole from the police who tried to calm him a few minutes ago. The gasps and murmurings of disbelief that rippled through the room were drowned out by the silence that followed."What the fuck are you doing?" she swore.Davina's heart raced in terror as she felt the cold touch of the gun against her skin. However, Marcel's eyes burned with a dangerous intensity, his words cutting throu
Marcel's wry smile played on his lips, knowing that even someone as renowned as Davina, a famous lawyer herself, could not resist the tempting treasure he had presented her. He was well aware of the losses Davina had suffered at his hands and believed that she deserved some compensation from him because Davina was his first love. Instead of waiting for the judge's verdict on how much compensation the victim should receive from the defendant, Davina took matters into her own hands and decided to determine the amount herself. Observing this interaction between his wife and Marcel, Damian's eyebrows furrowed with suspicion as he pondered their unusual communication despite their supposed enmity."Do you think this trial will conclude well?" Damian mumbled under his breath, his doubts creeping in. Nick, who stood close by, caught Damian's words clearly and responded, "Have faith in Claire's lawyer. She undoubtedly has her strategy." Nick urged Damian to trust his wife and her def
Clad in an elegant ensemble, Davina stood patiently on the bustling roadside, her eyes scanning the passing taxis in search of one to transport her to her destination. Much to her surprise, her attention was abruptly captivated by the sight of a glorious black car sliding to a graceful halt before her. The sleek vehicle exuded an air of luxury, leaving no doubt that its owner possessed an unrivaled taste for extravagance.As the tinted window slowly descended, revealing Damian's familiar countenance, Davina couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat. Accompanying him in the car was none other than his trusted companion, Nick, who, on this particular day, took on the role of chauffeur. It perplexed Davina why Damian did not rely on his usual personal driver.It dawned on Damian that he had fortuitously chanced upon an opportunity to engage in an enthralling conversation with Davina, a chance he couldn't pass up. Opting to depart for the court earlier than usual, he ta
Today, Damian and Nick arrived at the courthouse alongside Davina, albeit separately, as she had left the law firm immediately. Davina arrived before the others, taking her seat before Damian and Nick entered.Addressing his wife, Damian inquired, "Have you been waiting for long?" Taking a seat beside her, he awaited her response."Not really," Davina replied, her tone lacking warmth.Seated beside his partners, Nick, speaking in a hushed tone, asked, "How are you holding up, Davina?"Davina curtly replied, "I'm as good as you can see."No longer residing in Nick's apartment or Damian's opulent mansion, Davina had chosen to distance herself from both men. At first, she would often find solace in staying late at the office, citing an overwhelming workload. However, Davina eventually decided to sell her old apartment and acquire a new one closer to the law firm. Determined to create an emotional barrier, she had even changed her cellphone and restric
After a long day at work, Davina arrived at Nick's apartment, having chosen to take a taxi instead of her usual mode of transport. Initially, Davina intended to return to her private apartment, which had remained unoccupied for over a year. However, in his unwavering determination, Nick insisted that Davina stay with him until their impending court case concluded. He had promised not to intrude upon her space or rearrange her belongings, going so far as to take charge of cooking meals for her. Nick's objective was to provide Davina with a sense of comfort and security akin to that she would experience within the confines of her familiar abode."Ah, you're home!" Davina exclaimed with a hint of surprise upon witnessing Nick's presence in the kitchen, evidently having just completed the preparation of their evening meal."Yes, please have a seat. Dinner is ready," Nick responded, placing the final course on the dining table with a sense of accomplishment.Upon ent