A FEW days later after their conversation, Damian kept all of the things Adeline said to him in mind. He acted like he didn’t know anything, and even showed everyone that he was drinking the medicine.
He didn’t want to keep a secret from Anya, but he had no choice. Something was bothering him… The person who was trying to take his life was someone who knew all his routines, including his whereabouts.
‘It wasn’t Anya, but that person could use her to hurt me,’ Damian thought as he stared at the plants in their garden, thinking deeply. ‘I won’t let that happen.’
“Damian! I have been looking for you!” Anya exclaimed, causing Damian to look at him. “Look at this. The annual charity gala will happen in a few days! This is the first time you will att
“I-I’M SORRY, Sir Damian! I was just ordered to do it!” exclaimed Catelyn as she went in front of Damian and kneeled. “I-I had no choice! My life is on the line!”“And mine isn’t? The medicine you make me drink would gradually kill me if I didn’t know about it sooner,” Damian said, gritting his teeth in rage, but he was trying his best to control it. “You are a doctor, yet you didn’t hesitate to take a life instead of saving someone? And you didn’t have a choice? That is ridiculous.”“I-I’m sorry, Sir Damian! Please forgive me!” Catelyn said again, her tone desperate, as she clung both her hands to Damian’s leg. “I-I will do anything you ask! For real!”“Hmmm. That’s great.” Damian ligh
A FEW hours later, Damian and Anya were already at the Apricot Hotel, a famous five-star hotel in the country, along with the other guests.Damian knew some of them; they were VIP members of the Ferremento mafia. But to protect their privacy and even the organization, they acted casually to each other, yet they bowed their heads to Damian discreetly, discreetly showing respect.“This is your first time attending the annual charity gala. Can you share with us what you feel right now?” a female reporter asked, bringing the microphone in front of Damian. “Sir Damian?” she asked again, noticing that Damian was staring at the wall.“I feel delighted since I know that this gala focuses on solving different problems in society…” Damian muttered before his gaze scanned the room. Nervousness was evident in his eyes.“Uhm, I guess that’s it. May we excuse ourselves, please?” Anya spoke this time before the bodyguards took over and protected them until they reached their assigned table, which wa
EVERYONE at the party was having the time of their lives, especially as the successful charity gala was coming to an end, yet tension arose between Anya and Damian after Luther left.Luther’s words left something in Damian’s system—Fear.“Don’t mind him. He is just obsessed with organizing things, maybe because he wanted their company for too long, yet his parents gave the Hellion Corporation to Penelope,” Anya explained, keeping a low tone. “And… He also liked me, but I never reciprocated that feeling.”“I know.” Damian smiled and caressed Anya’s shoulder lightly. “I was just shocked at how he approached us like we were committing a crime for leaving.”“He had a point, though. Just a few minutes after the speeches, and we can go. So, maybe we should stay a bit?” Anya asked.It was the opposite of what Damian wanted, yet he just nodded and sat on the chair again. This time, he became extra attentive. Seconds later, he felt a heavy stare on his side.‘Who could it be?’ Damian thought,
Damian bit his lower lip, hard, until it created a shallow wound. The killer was surely treating him like a puppet, controlling him using the people close to him. ‘I should take that to mind when I retaliate against this person soon.’“No, don’t bring her home,” Damian withdrew his command, his hands pressing tightly on Anya’s wrist. “Bring her to a safe place, but don’t go to a secluded place. It could be dangerous.”“Damian, hey,” Anya called him, and he glanced at his wife before caressing her wrist lightly.“No matter what happens to me, don’t leave her,” instructed Damian, and the bodyguards were about to argue when he spoke again. “This is an order. Do you understand?”“Yes, young master,” all of them bowed in surrender.“Damian, you are scaring the shit out of me,” Anya told him, the fear evident in her tone. “What’s happening?”“I can’t tell you, but for now, just trust me. Stay near your bodyguards. Don’t drink or eat anything in this event, too.”Anya’s eyes roamed the place
“It’s not him. It’s you.”As Damian said those words, it was followed by the host speaking inside the function hall.“The charity gala has officially ended. Thank you for coming, everyone, and see you next year!”After that last announcement, the lights went off, delivering an eerie area in the secluded place, arousing tension between Damian and Carter, who didn’t even move despite being pointed by a gun. Damian remained standing, either, his gaze unwavering.“I think it will be useless if I pretend to be shocked, isn’t it? Since you also looked sure that it was me,” Carter said, his demeanor turned into a cold and intimidating one. “I didn’t know how you knew it was me, but nice one, huh?”
[WARNING! AN UNKNOWN GROUP INFILTRATED THE FERREMENTO MAFIA’S WAREHOUSE. PLEASE EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY.]“What the fuck,” Damian cursed as his gaze went back to Carter, who smiled sinisterly, being satisfied with Damian’s reaction. “What did you do, Carter? We are your family!”“Family? Damn hell, Damian. We are only a family in blood, but who in his sane mind would let his brother die? It is Veron. Do you call that a family?” Carter asked, his voice laced with anger and intimidation. “Now, go, since you will be busy for the whole night. And don’t think that you can use that hidden recorder to report me to the police. It is useless.”Damian remained silent. He could only clench his fist in anger before leaving Carter alone, making the latter smirk.
THE BOMB isn’t that impactful as it still left the mansion intact. The Ferremento mansion is made with materials that were fire and bomb-proof, ever since the previous accident happened.However, outside the mansion was a different case, especially since the bomb was buried there and not exactly in the mansion. It left the plants and trees dried, and some of the chairs outside also burned into ash.But it wasn’t the most important thing here. Veron had received the impact from the explosion, and upon witnessing that, Damian collapsed to the floor as his heartbeat arose abnormally.“Master Veron! Young master!” Damian heard Leo, who just arrived at the mansion, calling them, yet Damian couldn’t move anymore.He was worried about Veron, about
CORELL wrapped his fingers around Sabrina’s neck, pressing it hard, causing Sabrina to have a hard breathing. Since they were in a secluded area where no guards were patrolling, no one noticed what was happening between the two of them.“Do you remember what I told you before? You and your son’s safety will depend on how you behave, yet you are acting with me like this?” Correl muttered, his tone low. “But don’t worry, I will give you a second chance. As I rebuilt the organization, I realized there was something I lacked; resources.”Despite Correl’s effort to bring the Red Snake Organization back to its previous fame as he was the co-founder of it, he failed miserably. He needed the resources—The hidden assets and list of clients—but he didn’t know where Veron hid those things.