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DAMIEN’S POV

A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts; it was our maid. I knew what she was here for. "Tell him I'm coming," I responded, adjusting my collar and glancing at my reflection in the mirror. I grabbed my suitcase and walked out.

Downstairs, the entire family was seated at the dining table, eating. My gaze met my father's angry look. He cleared his throat, and I knew he was about to speak.

"Would you join us for a meal?" Mom asked. I finally removed my eyes from Dad and took a seat. His glare remained, and I knew what he was going to say.

Just as I had imagined, he cleared his throat. "What do you think you are trying to do?" Father bellowed. I frowned, dropping my fork and sighing deeply.

"Aren't you supposed to look for a wife? Is this how you want to continue living your young billionaire life, huh?" he questioned. I could feel my blood boiling. I stood up.

"Don't walk out when your father is talking!" Mom shouted. I rolled my eyes but stayed, waiting for him to finish.

"I need to see my grandson before I die. You aren't getting any younger. Come on!" He slammed his hand on the table. Mom dropped her fork in anger.

"See what you have caused. All I wanted was a peaceful meal with my husband," she said, coming closer to me. "Do whatever will make your father happy. You have to do what he wants. Do you like how this family is disrupted by your silliness? Do something," she muttered, walking away, leaving me speechless. My eyes fell on my sister Martha. "DAMIEN," she called my name, glaring before storming out.

While driving, I made a phone call. "Ledger, meet me right now," I said, pressing the pedal and pulling up in front of his house. I was boiling and needed someone to talk to. I'm a successful billionaire on my own; I don't need his inheritance or his business. Why is he forcing it? I wondered, my hand resting on the horn, blaring.

"Hey, man," Ledger knocked on my window. I stopped, released the horn, and unlocked the car for him to enter.

"Hey, man!" he greeted, hitting me on the chest. He noticed my cold look and burst out laughing. "Wait, don't tell me your father annoyed you again this morning?" he asked. I gave him a deadly glare.

"Man, nothing is funny. That man isn't calming down about this issue," I sighed.

"It's fine. I have a perfect idea for us to talk. Let's go to the club," he suggested, starting the car and turning up the music. We drove to the bar, and as we entered, the dazzling music and chattering voices filled the air.

"Exclusive, please," Ledger requested.

"Let's go, man. Cheer up," he said, hitting me on the chest as we moved into the exclusive bar. "See this stripper, man," Ledger pointed out as I sat down, observing the scene. My eyes locked onto her. Something about the way she rolled on the pole captivated me. Her eyes met mine; she bit her pink lips and winked at me. As I watched her graceful performance, I couldn't help but feel intrigued.

"She is hot, man," Ledger uttered to me. I nodded, seeing as the show ended.

"Who is the owner of this bar?" My gaze was not leaving her as he walked in. "That's Tobias Johnson," Ledger responded, grabbing my phone to dial a call.

"Hello, this is Damien Harrington, son of Hugo. I don't think I need to tell you about me; you should know by that name."

"Yes, I do. It's a pleasure to have a great person on call."

"Perfect."

"I want you to check your CCTV and look at the lady who just performed. All I want is a one-night stand with her. Name your price, and I am willing to pay it," I said, sounding so desperate on the phone.

"Oh, no problem. A million dollars would be enough!" he responded excitedly on the phone.

"My accountant will chat you up and do the needful. All I want is your cooperation," I said over the phone.

"I need her here with me today tonight. Get her ready!" I demanded. Before he could even respond, the words "thank you" cut the call off. Ledger gave a smile.

"Hauling me, 'that's why you are Damien for a reason,'" he smirked.

A message popped in immediately online. Looking at it, I grabbed it, a message from Tobias. "Room 409, enjoy," he texted. I smiled.

"Let's go and finish that fork," I said, laughing out loud when I received a message from my sister Clara.

"Hey man, father is trying to do something dangerous. He won't eat until you get a bride," she texted back. I smiled. "Not this trick; he should try another one," I stated before putting my phone off.

"Man, he is trying hard. He won't eat, Ledger," I told him, amazed by the action my father was pulling.

"If I were you, I'd find a woman on contract and pay her," he uttered, taking his alcohol. I nodded, adjusting my collar.

"I will be with you shortly; an angel is waiting for me," I smirked.