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 confused. He looked at Ava, his eyes narrowing. "Is that true? You're married to a beggar like him?"
“O-Of course not!" Ava exclaimed, slightly stammering with the fear of Carson knowing about her marriage with Damian. "I won't even accept your proposal if I'm married, don't you think? I only love you, Carson. Only you!”
"Ava!" Damian called loudly, taking Ava's attention. “I'm your fucking husband! How could you toss me away just like this?!”
Suddenly, Ava’s gaze became cold and menacing. She looked Damian up and down, a hint of disdain on her lips. “Husband? You?”
The other visitors who came upstairs because of the commotion laughed, obviously mocking Damian. To make things worse, they took videos and photos, and uploaded it on their social media sites.
In a snap, Damian’s reputation was ruined, the same as the relationship he cherished the most.
“Yes. Me,” Damian answered confidently.
Everyone laughed, including Carson.
“You’re pretty, so everyone was dreaming of having you. Too bad, you’re mine.” Carson placed one hand on Ava’s shoulder and gave Damian a condescending gaze. “Go away before I ask my guards to beat you.”
"You..." Damian breathed heavily and clenched his fists.
As the anger ignited inside him, Damian went to Carson quickly and punched him in the face, hard. Before Carson knew it, he was already on the ground. He had a slight cut on his lip, and his nose was bleeding, causing him to panic.
“B-Blood…” Carson muttered, his eyes widening.
“Carson! Oh my God!”
“What are you doing, you freak?!”
“Call the guards! Take that beggar to the police station! He shouldn’t go away with this!”
Damian’s face went pale as he took a step back. Seeing how the guards ran toward him, he immediately escaped from the Medivien mansion. Since he was going in and out of this mansion for months now, he knew where he could exit discreetly.
Before he could successfully escape, someone pulled him. He stopped and looked back, and saw Ethan Medivien—the Medivien family’s first child and the next heir. He was known as an intimidating person, but Damian thought he’s the kindest.
But now, it’s different. Ethan looked at him with disgust.
“Ava wanted to talk to you. Follow me,” Ethan instructed.
Damian obliged. They walked and stopped in front of a brown door, probably one of the guest rooms.
“Ava is waiting for you inside.” He pointed at the door. “Don’t you dare do something evil to my sister or you won’t like the consequence.”
Damian shook his head in response, thinking that it was Ava who’s evil and not him. Opening the door, he saw Ava wearing the same clothes and her usual resting bitch face.
“Why did you call me?” Damian asked coldly.
Ava didn’t answer. Instead, she threw a brown envelope at Damian. Damian opened it, and smirked as he read what the document was all about.
“Divorce agreement? But you told everyone that we’re not married,” asked Damian in a cold yet pained tone.
Ava scoffed. “Cut the bullshit and just sign it. I don’t want to spend any longer in the same room as you.” She threw the pen at Damian.
Damian remained silent, weighing the pros and cons of the divorce. Seconds later, he reached a conclusion. “I will not divorce you.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Hey, do you think it’s a choice for you to make? It’s an order!” Ava clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. Damian never failed to irritate the shit out of her. “Sign the fucking papers.”
“Well, I don’t want to.”
Damian threw the paper and the pen on the king-sized bed. He looked at Ava and spoke. “Money or fame didn’t bother you before…But you’re acting differently now. What happened to you? I thought you loved me?”
“Love?” Ava rolled her eyes and looked at him in disdain. “Mistake, rather.”
Damian’s brows furrowed, confused. “What?”
“I thought you’re rich, and you’re the hidden heir of the Ferremento family, but you’re not…” Ava looked at Damian from head to toe. “In the end, you’re nothing but a poor, useless man.”
“You…You messed up with my life like this just because of that?”
“Well, just think of this as a good experience… Because who else will marry you despite your poverty?” Ava looked Damian in the eye, her gaze unwavering. “No one.”
She took the document again and gave it to Damian. “Sign the papers while I’m being nice.”
Still, Damian didn't move. Ava thought that he was waiting for alimony, so she pulled a green card in her pocket. “Fifty thousand dollars, and scholarship at Medivien University. This should be enough for a beggar like you, right?”
To her surprise, Damian moved her hand away. "I don't need everything from you now, Ava. Your disrespect was already enough for me to divorce you."
"You dare turn down my offer?" Ava blinked twice in shock and flickered the card toward Damian's face. It hit his cheek. "You know what? Your pride is the main reason why you're poor. If you only kissed Carson's shoe earlier instead of punching him, who knows if he'll give you a permanent job after that?"
"I'll choose to be poor forever than do that." Damian scoffed. He finally signed the divorce agreement before giving it back to Ava. “Are you happy now?”
“Very,” Ava sniggered, taking back the divorce paper with a smirk. “Keep your mouth shut about this, or I will destroy your life. Don’t take my words lightly. You know what my family can do to you.”
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
“What do you want?” Damian asked, his brows furrowing. “Are you that nervous you can't drag me away without using tactics like this?” “I am just trying to avoid ruckus, you freak,” Carson answered, his teeth gritting. “Why? Are you nervous now?” “Why would I? No matter what you do to me, I don't have anything to lose. But how about you?” Damian asked, shifting his position. He was now sitting on the hospital bed. “If a guy like me was able to beat all of you, what would they say? That the Ferremento family's heir is as weak as a rat?” “Don't you dare speak ill to my family like that." Carson held Damian on the collar. “I'm not speaking ill to your family. I'm just spitting facts." He intentionally prolonged the conversation so he could scan the place. The small room where they are right now placed him at a great disadvantage. He had almost nowhere to run and hide. Also, unlike Anthony's guards earlier, Carson's guards looked more attentive, skilled, and trained. Damian could judg
“What? I-I am banned from the hospital?" Carson blinked twice in shock. "Who gave you that stupid instruction?! Do all of you hit your heads and forget who I am?!” “We don’t forget who you are, Sir. Your family is one of the top contributors in the hospital,” Melvin answered politely, still his head lowered, the same as his people. “Your family donated buildings and hundreds of thousands of money for the hospital’s expansions and investments.” “If you know that, then why are you doing this to me, huh?” Carson pulled Melvin on the collar and slapped him. “Why are you humiliating my family in front of a fucking beggar?!” “He’s not the one humiliating your family,” Damian suddenly spoke, which made Carson stop assaulting Melvin. “You’re the one humiliating yourself, and you’re bringing the Ferremento family with you.” ‘And you’re dragging me into humiliation, too,’ Damian added to his thoughts. The fact that Carson and him are blood-related sent shivers down Damian’s spine. Not becau