The next day, Damian sat in the living room with a glass of wine in his hand. His eyes were dreamy, his mind dark, full of anger and bitter memories. Felix. The name kept haunting his mind. All the old wounds he had tried to bury all this time came rushing back. And now, in front of her was Yara, that girl. Yara's eyes, her smile, even the way she looked-all reminded Damian of the man who had ruined his mother's life. Yara, who had been standing by the door, watched Damian. She knew he was deep in thought, but she didn't care. If this was her way of conquering the monster, then she would do it. With slow steps, Yara approached, wearing a simple dress that accentuated her curves. "Damian," she called softly. "Why are you sitting here alone? You look... different." Damian looked up, his eyes sharp, full of suspicion. "What do you want, Yara?" Yara smiled a little, then sat down next to him uninvited. She touched Damian's arm lightly. "I just wanted to know what you were thinking. Y
Damian sat on the sofa with his breathing becoming more regular, though his face still looked dark. The wine in his glass was placed unceremoniously on the table, no longer attracting his attention. Yara, who was still sitting next to him, watched carefully. This is a chance to know more, she thought. If she could understand Damian's wounds, maybe she could find a way to conquer the man."Damian," Yara called slowly, making sure her voice didn't provoke any more emotions. "I want to know something. About... Mrs. Dania. What exactly happened to her?"Damian turned his head quickly, his gaze piercing. There was doubt in his eyes, but Yara held that look, waiting for his answer."You want to know about my mother?" Damian asked in a low voice, almost a whisper. Yara nodded slowly. "You said she's been sick for eighteen years. That's a long time, Damian. I just... want to understand. What made her like that?"Damian sighed heavily, his body leaning back against the couch. His hands clench
Damian sat in a large chair behind his dark wooden desk. One hand rubbed his temple, while the other clutched the half-filled whiskey glass. In front of him, Hugo stood tall, his face serious as ever. "It's been a month, sir," Hugo said quietly, "and still no word of Madame Dania." Damian was silent for a moment, staring blankly at the surface of the table. His jaw hardened before he gulped down the rest of his drink in one gulp. "Continue the search. I don't care how much it costs, how many people we have to mobilize. I want my mother back." His voice was deep, full of firmness. Hugo nodded. "Yes, sir. But... there is one other matter that needs to be discussed." Damian turned his head, giving his assistant a sharp look. "What?" Hugo seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally said, "About Felix Lucano." Behind the slightly opened door, Yara stood still.At first, she was just passing by and was about to return to her room. However, when she heard that name, her steps
Yara looked at her reflection in the mirror. The dark blue dress fit her perfectly, but her thoughts were far from clothes. She wanted to know about Felix Lucano. However, it was difficult because Yara was completely confined. Damian suddenly walked into the room, giving Yara a small gasp. "Get ready. We're going out today," he said as he leaned against the door. Yara frowned. "Out?" Damian nodded, his eyes scanning Yara from head to toe. "You've been cooped up in here for months. I think you need some fresh air." "Are you afraid of me running away?" Yara asked in a teasing tone, trying to hide her nervousness. Damian only smiled slightly. "You won't be able to run away from me, Yara." Yara and Damian arrived at a luxurious shopping center in the heart of the city. The crystal chandeliers sparkled. Yara let out a long breath, enjoying the sensation of freedom even though she knew it was false. Damian walked beside her, hands in his pants pockets, occasionally turning to
Damian's car stopped in front of the mansion. Yara opened the door before the driver could. She got out at a leisurely pace, though her mind was still racing about the person who had followed them earlier. Damian got out without saying anything. His face remained as cold as ever. Without turning to Yara, he walked into the mansion. "Mr. Damian," greeted one of the servants, bowing respectfully. Damian gave him a quick glance and continued walking. Yara sighed, following behind him. She wanted to talk, but ever since the car ride, Damian seemed very unwilling to be disturbed. Just as they reached the living room, Damian suddenly received a phone call. He glanced at the name on the screen: Hugo. "What's wrong?" he asked as soon as he picked up the phone. Yara sat on the sofa, watching him. She couldn't hear the voice on the other end, but the look on Damian's face changed. His eyes narrowed slightly. "Where?" Damian's voice sounded sharper. Yara was getting curious. "Ok
Eleven o'clock at night. Hugo helped a semi-conscious Damian into the mansion. The smell of alcohol was strong from his employer's body. Yara, who had been waiting in the living room, stood up and approached them with a worried expression. "What happened?" asked Yara while looking at Damian who could barely stand upright. Hugo let out a long breath. "Mr. Damian... he's getting frustrated. Searching for Mrs. Dania all this time without success, the pressure is mounting. He's been drinking too much." Yara bit her lip, her mind racing. The Damian she knew was tough, but she had never seen him in this state. "I'll take him to his room," Yara said, trying to take Damian away from Hugo. "Are you sure you can?" Hugo hesitated. Yara nodded. "I can handle it." Hugo finally handed Damian over to her. With difficulty, Yara led the man up the stairs to the room. Once there, she pushed open the door and guided Damian to the bed. Damian collapsed onto the bed, rubbing his face roug
Damian sipped his coffee quietly, his eyes briefly glancing at Yara sitting across from him. The girl seemed focused on her food, but there was a tension in her shoulders. Yara herself tried to ignore Damian's gaze. However, when she saw some leftovers at the corner of the man's lips, her hand moved reflexively. With her fingertips, she wiped the stain from the corner of Damian's lips. Damian froze. His eyes stared intently at Yara, while his heart beat faster than it should have. Yara fell silent, realizing her folly. But it was too late. Her fingers were still touching Damian's skin, and the man's gaze seemed to lock her movements. Silence. Then Damian smiled a small smile, a smile that was hard to interpret. "You're starting to notice me, hm?" Yara hurriedly withdrew her hand, clearing her throat awkwardly. "I'm just uncomfortable watching someone eat messily." Damian stifled a laugh, taking another sip of his coffee before saying, "A reasonable excuse, Yara." Yara
Inside the skyscraper that was his business center, Damian sat in a black leather chair with a cold face. His office was on the highest floor, giving him a wide view of the city, but at the moment he didn't care about that. In front of him, Hugo stood with a serious expression, handing over some documents to his boss' desk. "Our stocks have plummeted in the past two days, sir. There are indications that someone has hacked into the company's internal systems and spread false information to the media. Investors are starting to panic," Hugo reported in a stern voice. Damian stared at the numbers on the report with a hardened jaw. "Asshole. I already know who's behind this." "Who do you think this is?" Damian threw the report onto the table roughly. "Who else if not that bastard? Nathaniel Black." Hugo nodded. "Nathaniel does have a motive. He's been wanting to bring you down for a long time, and with our business getting bigger, he must feel threatened." Damian chuckled, bu
Damian had just entered the mansion with calm steps. After a full day of dark business, his body felt a little tired, but his mind was still sharp. Hugo followed behind him, giving a brief report before finally leaving Damian alone. As Damian entered his room, his gaze immediately fell on Yara who was fast asleep on the bed. Her breathing was regular, her face looking peaceful under the light of the nightlight. Damian stood at the edge of the bed, staring at the girl unconsciously flashing a small smile. "Damn, why am I getting attracted to her?"Damian sighed, rubbing his face for a moment. Sure, Yara was originally just a tool for his revenge on Felix. But now? With each passing day, he became more and more unsure of his original intentions. She had wanted to wake Yara up, wanted to pull the girl into her arms, wanted to feel the warmth that had recently become addictive. But seeing Yara sleeping like that, he couldn't bear it. Damian finally moved to leave, but just as he t
Seven o'clock in the morning. Damian sat in his chair with a cold expression, staring at Yara who was busy spooning food onto her plate. Yara pretended not to care, although she could feel Damian's piercing gaze. The servants stood in the corner of the room, waiting for orders, but they could feel the tension between their Master and the girl who was now the center of his attention. Damian finally opened his voice. "Don't ever do it again, Yara."Yara, who was chewing bread, immediately stopped. She swallowed with difficulty and then looked at Damian with a confused expression. "What does that mean?"Damian put down his knife and fork with a sound loud enough to make some of the servants flinch. "Never leave the mansion in secret again. Let alone disguise yourself as a servant just to trick the guards." Yara was silent. She knew this would be discussed. "I'm just bored, Damian," Yara tried to defend herself. "I'm not a prisoner, but I'm treated like a bird in a cage. I need f
In the dimly lit room, Yara sat on the edge of the bed looking at Damian's bruised face. Her heart ached to see him in this state. With trembling hands, she took a cotton swab soaked in antiseptic and began to dab the wound at the corner of Damian's lip. Damian winced slightly. "You intentionally hurt me more, huh?" Yara sighed, her voice trembling slightly. "If I could, I'd like to take away all your pain, Damian. But I don't know how." Damian stared at her silently, noticing how Yara's eyes seemed to glaze over. The girl looked down, rubbing the wound on her temple very carefully, as if afraid of hurting it further. Suddenly a drop of tear fell onto Damian's hand. He frowned. "Yara, why are you crying?" Yara swallowed, shaking her head lightly. "It's okay." Damian didn't believe her. His hand came up, his fingers touching Yara's chin, forcing her to look at him directly. "Tell me." Yara bit her lip, trying to contain the turmoil in her chest. "I... I'm scared, Damian.
That night, the sky was dark, as if signaling an impending bloodbath. Damian and his men stood in front of Nathaniel's headquarters, an old building in a remote village far away from people. Hugo signaled, and within seconds, several of Damian's men spread out around the building. Damian stared straight ahead, his face cold but his eyes full of anger. Yara was inside. He wouldn't let anyone touch her again. Hugo approached Damian. "We're ready, sir. Just waiting for orders." Damian nodded. "Attack." In an instant, gunshots erupted, breaking the silence of the night. Damian's men rushed in, facing Nathaniel's men who were already preparing to defend their position. Inside the dark room, Yara sat in a corner with her hands bound. Her heart raced as the sound of gunfire grew closer. Damian... he's coming.Nathaniel walked into the room with an angry face. "Looks like your lover is completely insane. I'll have to teach him a lesson." Yara gave him a sharp look. "If you touch h
Yara sat in the corner of the small, damp room, her hands still bound. There was only one small window above her head, but the iron bars made it impossible to escape. How long had she been here? One day? Two days? Nathaniel stood in front of her with a triumphant look. "It's useless to beg, little girl. I won't let you go," he said casually, folding his arms across his chest. Yara gave him a hateful look. "Why did you kidnap me? I have nothing to do with your business." Nathaniel chuckled. "Oh, of course you do. You are Damian's greatest weakness. I wanted to see how that man would fall to his knees when he found out you were in my hands." Yara bit her lip, holding back anger. "Damian won't give up on you. He's not that weak." Nathaniel leaned closer, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look directly into his eyes. "We'll see about that," he said in a challenging tone. Yara brushed his hand away roughly. "I won't let you win." Nathaniel smiled wryly. "We'll see how long
Yara's body fell limp. Her head felt heavy, her vision was completely dark. She didn't know where she was, she just felt her body being shaken as if she was being carried in a speeding vehicle. Moments before, Yara was just about to get into a taxi when suddenly someone hit her on the back of the head. She didn't get to see who it was, and after that, everything went black. Elsewhere, at seven in the evening, Damian had just arrived at the Mansion.He got out of the car looking tired, but still charismatic. Usually, as soon as he got home, Yara would greet him, either with a frown, a curious look, or even a faint smile that always managed to break down his arrogance. However, this time... there was no one. Damian walked in with a flat expression, his eyes sweeping around the room. A servant bowed respectfully to him. "Where is Miss Yara?" asked Damian casually, taking off his expensive watch. The servant looked doubtful, "We don't know, sir. Miss Yara has been in her room
The dining table was already filled with various dishes. Yara sat next to Damian, looking at him reading a document while enjoying her breakfast. Yara pushed a spoonful of rice towards Damian. "Come on, open your mouth," she said with a sweet smile. Damian glanced at Yara briefly before refocusing on his paperwork. "I can eat by myself." Yara snorted. "But I want to feed you." "No need," Damian replied flatly. Yara persisted, offering another spoonful of rice. "If you don't want it, I'll stay here until you open your mouth." Damian sighed, setting the document down. "You are stubborn." "And you're annoying," Yara quickly retorted. Damian stared at Yara, then turned to the servants standing in a row in the corner of the room, watching them expressionlessly. Suddenly, a sly smile appeared on his face. Yara was still waiting for Damian to open his mouth, but before she knew it, he was already pulling her by the scruff of the neck and crushing her lips deeply. Her eyes
That morning, Yara woke up earlier than usual. The sunlight coming through the window gently illuminated the room. Damian was still fast asleep next to her, his breathing regular, his face looking more peaceful than when he was awake. Yara looked at him for a moment before getting out of bed. She walked over to the closet, picked out some work clothes for Damian, and placed them neatly on a chair. After making sure everything was ready, Yara returned to the bed and sat by Damian's side. "Damian, wake up..." she whispered softly. The man stirred, still asleep. Yara sighed, then smiled a little. When did she start enjoying moments like this? She didn't know herself. Without thinking, Yara leaned in and gently kissed Damian's lips. Damian wiggled his eyebrows, squirmed slightly, but didn't open his eyes. Yara tried again, this time kissing him longer. Suddenly, Damian's hands moved, wrapping around Yara's waist, pulling him closer. Yara was startled, but before she could reac
In a dark room lit only by a computer screen, Hugo sat with a serious expression. His fingers were nimbly typing on the keyboard, while the screen showed Nathaniel Black's corporate system slowly eroding. A few minutes later, one of Nathaniel's main networks was completely paralyzed. Hugo grinned with satisfaction. "Goodbye, your illicit business, Nathaniel." It didn't take long before his phone vibrated. It was from one of Nathaniel's panicked men. "What's going on?! Why is our system completely down?" the voice on the other end sounded frustrated. Hugo chuckled. "You've hit the nail on the head. I was just following orders." "You-" Without waiting any longer, Hugo disconnected the call and immediately called Damian. Inside the room, Damian was still awake. He was leaning against the headboard with Yara fast asleep on his chest. His cell phone vibrated, displaying Hugo's name on the screen. Carefully, he picked up the phone without waking Yara. "What?" "Working as o