Hello, everyone!
Damian and Anya's story ends here. Writing this story was a rollercoaster ride of emotions for me, especially after witness how Damian retaliated and had the happy he deserved. I'm also grateful to each of you for being with me from the start to end. I hope you enjoyed reading this one as much as I enjoyed writing it, too.
As we close this chapter, I want you to know that I'm planning to write another story, soon. I'm outlining a new one, and it was somehow different from my first two stories. The protagonist would be Oliver Hunt: Damian's old acquaintance, who was in the last chapter. I will let you once it's available to read. <3
Anyway, please do give a review if you loved this story~ I hope you will still be here in my next one!
You may try my other stories as well~
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Star“What the fuck are you doing here? No one's been coming to my store because of you.” Damian Giovanni Smith, a poor man who chose to wait until the rain stopped, looked at the old lady who suddenly came out of nowhere. “What are you talking about? I’m not doing anything here,” Damian furrowed. “That’s the point! Your presence scares away my customers!” The old lady fumed, arms crossed in anger. "Look at you! Filthy and shameless!” Damian, confused, looked at his shirt and overall appearance. Well, he was covered in sweat and dirt from running in the streets, and the food stains on his shirt were from his delivery job. Actually, the cake he held was the only decent thing about him, as he had bought it for his wife, Ava Medivien. Even though that old woman treated him like a stray dog, Damian still remained polite. Today was supposed to be a special day, and he didn't want to ruin his first anniversary with Ava. “I’ll leave as soon as the rain stops.” To Damian's surprise, the old
Damian was stunned and at a loss for words, while Ava approached Carson who was still on the ground. "Carson, are you okay?""I'm fine. It was a surprise attack, so I wasn't able to retaliate." Carson stood up, maintaining his cool. “Surprise attack? That's bullshit." Damian laughed sardonically, his gaze not leaving Ava. “If you’re gonna cheat on me, you should have chosen a decent man instead.”“What did you say? Are you telling me I'm not a decent man, you fucking shithead?" Carson pushed Damian on the shoulder, making him stumble, but failed.Damian smirked coldly as he removed Carson's hand. "Your words, not mine.”"You freaking bastard!"Carson was about to attack Damian, but Ava immediately held onto his arm, stopping him. "There are so many people watching. Don't ruin our engagement just because of this!”"Engagement? Ava, what the fuck?" Damian raised an eyebrow, confused. "How could you be engaged with another man if we're married?""Married?" It was Carson’s turn to be con
Ava left the room first, followed by Damian. However, instead of going home, he went to The Cozy Corner, one of the most expensive bars in the City, and Ava’s favorite bar, too.A sad smile escaped his lips as he remembered the moments he shared with Ava at that bar. They would spend the night with each other, and part ways afterward so no one would see them together.Damian shook his head, stopping himself from reminiscing, and went to the entrance when two bouncers blocked his way.“You can’t enter here,” said the bouncer before pushing Damian away.“Why?” Damian asked, his brows furrowing.“Because beggars can't go inside to solicit.” He pointed at the customers inside. “Can you see how rich and presentable they are? What do you think will happen if we let you in? You’ll scare them, you motherfucker.”Despite the bouncers mocking him, he remained calm. “I am not a beggar, and I have money to pay.” He took a few bucks from his pocket, which is his remaining salary after buying a cak
“Young master?” Damian laughed, and grimaced again after. “Rich families' heirs are called young masters, isn't it?” “Yes, young master. It's a way of showing respect to the next heir," He answered while still bowing. The excitement and relief were evident in his tone.“But I’m not rich. So you can stop bowing now.”The man obliged, his smile unwavering. Although Damian was denying his wealth, his exuding aura still screams dominance and authority—like his master."My name is Leo, and I’m your father’s right-hand man.” Leo helped Damian to stand up. “I and your father have been looking for you for a long time.”Hearing the word 'father,' Damian was now certain that the man mistook him for someone else, just like Ava. "Thank you for helping me, but I’m not the one you’re looking for. I’m an orphan, and my parents died a long time ago. I don't have a father.""I know everything is hard to understand now, but you're the one we're looking for, young master Damian Giovanni Smith..." Leo t
Damian's back bore a huge amount of scars, so many that they had shrounded his once visible tattoo. Veron couldn't help but clench his fist as he surveyed the scars more. Based on it's intensity, he knew it must be painful for Damian, and his gaze quickly tinged with rage. ‘Someone tried to kill my child.’ A shiver coursed through his spine."What happened to your skin? Why are there so many scars on it?" Veron inquired, his voice trembling."I don't know, too. I can't recall any memory about what happened before." Damian smiled bitterly, knowing how pathetic he is right now. “You should look away. It’s a horrible view for you.”“You’re right. It’s a horrible view for me,” Veron’s index finger traced Damian’s back—The part where the black rose tattoo should be positioned, “because who dares to hurt my son like this?”Damian was astounded upon hearing those words. He remembered how everyone felt disgusted when they saw his scars, so he tried his best to hide it. But Veron was differen
"WHAT ARE you doing here, you freak?” Carson asked, his brows furrowing. He was talking earlier to an employee about his appointment, so he didn't expect to see Damian. “I asked you a question first. Are you here to treat your wound because of my punch?” Damian raised a brow. “Hah! What wound are you talking about?” Carson laughed condescendingly. “You really thought you could hurt me because of that weak punch? You even call a punch?” “That weak punch you’re telling me now is the same punch that made your nose bleed. Did you forget? Or did I accidentally hit your head, too?” Damian pointed at his forehead, pissing Carson. Carson grabbed Damian on the collar, his teeth gritting. “Who the fuck do you think you are to treat me like this? Do you even know who I am?" “Of course. We both know who you are.” Damian held Carson’s wrist and twisted it—Strong enough to make Carson groan in pain, but light enough not to break his bones. “You’re someone who took Ava away from me.” He doesn’t
Anthony and his team went pale, seeing how Damian managed to knock the guard down in one move. Damian snapped his neck and looked at Anthony with a smirk, obviously mocking him.“What are you doing, you stupid fools? Attack him!” Anthony exclaimed.“Yes, Sir!”A total of five guards went to Damian. They surrounded him, making sure that Damian would have nowhere to run—As if Damian had plans to escape.“Are you ready, you prick?” one of Damian’s opponents asked before placing himself in a fighting position. He looked muscular and tall, and usually, people who see him would be scared in a second, but not Damian.Damian, instead of being intimidated, just smiled wickedly before fixing his stance. He placed both his hands in his pocket and stood up straight. “Then, try me.”“We’ll beat you to a pulp!”The five guards attacked him simultaneously, but Damian only dodged all the attacks, still his hands were in his pocket. Damian wasn’t attacking back, making Anthony laugh.“Why aren’t you f
“What? A man like him is Doctor Raine's VIP?” “You've got to be kidding me! I can't even set an appointment no matter how much I pay!" Suddenly, the hallway was filled with buzzes, and all of them were talking about Damian. The jealousy was evident in their expressions. “Wait. Are you saying that this man is the VIP and not me?” Carson asked, his brows furrowing. “I am Carson Ferremento, the heir of the Ferremento family. Are you even sure you got the right name?” “Yes, Sir. The VIP's name written here is Damian Giovanni Smith.” Jennica looked at the document again to confirm, then to Damian after. “Is it you, Sir?” “Yes. It's me.” “This could be a mistake,” Carson said, shaking his head in disbelief. “Maybe he was on the list of people banned from the hospital, and you just mistook him as a VIP.” “No, Sir. This document containing Sir Damian's identity came from the higher-ups a few minutes ago," Jennica replied. “It can't be,” Carson muttered, his veins almost showing on his