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
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.
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
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
In Damian's office, it was nine in the morning. Damian sat in his chair with an unpredictable expression. Hugo stood across the desk, looking at his boss with a meaningful gaze. "Mr. Damian, you've been sighing since earlier. Is there a problem?" asked Hugo as he folded his arms across his chest. Damian twirled the pen in his fingers, his gaze blank. "I don't know, Hugo. I think I'm going crazy." Hugo frowned. "Crazy how, sir?" Damian sighed again, longer this time. "I feel like I'm falling in love with Yara." Hugo looked at him with an incredulous expression, then shook his head. "Oh my, Mr. Damian. Do you realize what you just said?" Damian leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. "I realize. And it sucks." Hugo chuckled, though there was a sardonic tone in it. "What about your grudge, sir? Have you forgotten your original purpose?" Damian was silent for a moment. His eyes hardened, but there was conflict in them. "I haven't forgotten, Hugo. I want him to f
As the bedroom door closed, Damian looked at Yara with questioning eyes. "What do you plan to do now, my little girl?" Yara smiled meaningfully, then quickly pulled Damian's hands above her head. "Shhh... this time, let me take back control." Before Damian could protest, Yara had already tied his wrists with the tie she had just removed. Damian stared at the girl with raised eyebrows, a faint smile forming at the corner of his lips. "You want to play like this?" his voice was low, full of interest. Yara just smiled, then without hesitation she lowered her head, letting her lips trail gently down Damian's neck. "I wonder what it would be like if King Mafia couldn't do anything." Damian chuckled softly, but his breathing grew heavy as Yara continued down, her lips trailing along his jaw, then to his collarbone. Her free fingers brush against his skin, creating a tantalizing sensation that makes Damian stiffen. "Yara..." his voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but from th
Damian was silent.His eyes lingered on Yara's face as she stared at him with conviction. She had just said something he shouldn't have heard-something he had been avoiding. "What did you say?" his voice sounded flat, but his eyes held a lot of emotion. Yara looked at him without hesitation. "I love you, Damian," she repeated clearly. Damian blinked once, then suddenly chuckled. His laughter sounded faint, like something he didn't really enjoy. He looked at Yara as if she had just said something ridiculous. "Love?" Damian repeated the word, as if to make sure he hadn't misheard. "Little girl, you don't know what you're saying." Yara kept her gaze on him, undaunted. "I know exactly what I'm saying." Damian smiled wryly. In an instant, his hands were wrapped around Yara's waist, pulling the girl closer. Before Yara could react, Damian's lips were already crushing hers in an intense way-full of passion, but also with frustration in them. Yara was surprised, but didn't resis
That morning, Damian and Yara sat at the dining table, enjoying breakfast. Yara seemed calm, occasionally stirring her coffee while glancing at Hugo who seemed busy with his cell phone. However, the calmness did not last long. Hugo's face suddenly turned serious after receiving an incoming message. He read the message carefully before finally raising his head, looking at Damian who had just arrived and sat in his chair. "Sir, we have news about Mrs. Dania.Damian, who was pouring coffee, immediately stopped his movements. He turned his head with a sharp gaze. "What?" "She was found in one of the hospitals outside the city. She is still in a coma," Hugo explained in a calm voice, but there was tension in his tone. The cup Damian was holding almost fell over, but he managed to control himself. "Who's taking care of her?""A man named Ferdo," Hugo continued. "He paid for Madame Dania's care all these years."Damian narrowed his eyes, his mind instantly filled with suspicion. "Fe
Damian got out of the car with quick and steady steps. The night breeze blew through his sweat-soaked black suit. His eyes swept over the rickety building in front of him - old, rusted, almost like a worn-out warehouse that was no longer in use. But inside, Yara... "Set up positions, do not enter until I give the signal," he told his men. "Yes, Mr. Damian," replied one of the gunmen behind him. Damian clenched his fists. His head was still throbbing from lack of sleep, but that didn't deter his anger. He took a deep breath, then kicked the warehouse door hard. "RICARDO!!!" his voice echoed loudly, full of exploding anger. Inside, Ricardo had just grabbed the chin of Yara who was tied to a metal chair. The man's face instantly changed when he saw Damian standing in the doorway. "Ah, the savior has finally arrived," Ricardo chuckled. "You're late, Damian. He almost had me-" Bugh! Damian delivered a hard punch to Ricardo's jaw, sending him crashing into the wall. Without g
A few days later, liquor bottles littered the floor. The room was a mess, full of documents that Damian had thrown around. Cigarette smoke still billowed in the air, signaling how chaotic his mind was at the moment. Damian sat in a chair with his head bowed, his fingers clutching a glass that was almost empty. His eyes were red, his face crumpled. A few days of no sleep and a lot of alcohol made him look like a man on the verge of losing his mind. The door opened. Hugo entered with a serious expression, but upon seeing Damian's state, he could only let out a long sigh. "Sir, you need to stop like this," Hugo said, taking the bottle from Damian's hand. Damian raised his head slowly, staring at Hugo with a sharp gaze. "You think I can relax, huh? Yara's still out there, probably being tortured, probably..." Damian stopped, his jaw hardening. He couldn't imagine the worst-case scenario. Hugo tried to remain calm. "We're still looking, sir. Ricardo is too cunning. He doesn't use
Damian stood by his mother's bedside, his eyes still fixed on her pale face. However, his reverie was broken when his cell phone vibrated in his coat pocket. With a quick movement, he pulled out the phone and looked at the name on the screen. One of the servants at the mansion. "What is it?" Damian's voice was cold, slightly impatient. "Sir, it's an emergency," the servant's voice sounded panicked. "Miss Yara... she's not at the mansion. We've searched the entire area, but-" Damian immediately gripped his cell phone tightly. "What do you mean no one?" "We believed she was still in her room since morning. But when we checked again, it was empty. It looks like she ran away, sir." Damian's breathing became heavy. His jaw hardened. "Asshole. That little girl is really looking for trouble."Without another word, Damian immediately switched off the call. His hands clenched into fists, his temper peaking. "Hugo," his voice was sharp and deadly. Hugo, who was standing in the
Yara only realized something was wrong when her breathing became heavy. Her vision began to blur, her head felt unusually dizzy. She tried to move her legs, but her body relaxed instantly. She raised her hand to her neck, feeling something strange. "You... What are you doing...?" her voice was soft. The man smiled wryly, his eyes flashing triumphantly. "I'm just helping you rest for a bit, Miss Yara." Yara tried to back away, but her body was losing strength. The world around her began to spin. The man was still looking at her with a triumphant gaze. "Damn..." That was the last word that escaped her lips before everything turned dark. ***When Yara came to, her head felt heavy, her eyes hard to open. Slowly, she tried to move her body, but something held her back. Both her hands were tied behind the chair, as well as her legs. She gasped, immediately opening her eyes. The room was dark, lit only by a dim lamp in the corner. The smell of dust and iron filled her nose. Her
Yara was now walking carefully through the city streets. She managed to get out of the mansion without being spotted. Yara still wanted to find information about Felix Lucano. Although the man was like a shadow-not easy to find, as if the man had deliberately eliminated his traces. Yara sat on a park bench after almost two hours of searching for information. Her hands were busy on her phone, typing Felix Lucano's name into a search engine, but nothing came up. All that came up was old information about his company, Lucano Group, with no news of his current whereabouts. "Where should I look for you, Felix," she muttered in frustration. Yara bit her lip, resisting the urge to give up. After all, this was about the past of the man she said was her biological father. Yara closed her eyes for a moment, recalling how her mother had always avoided talking about Felix. If only her mother wasn't sick anymore, maybe Yara could have urged her mother to tell her about Felix Lucano. Someon
That morning, Damian and Yara sat at the dining table, enjoying breakfast. Yara seemed calm, occasionally stirring her coffee while glancing at Hugo who seemed busy with his cell phone. However, the calmness did not last long. Hugo's face suddenly turned serious after receiving an incoming message. He read the message carefully before finally raising his head, looking at Damian who had just arrived and sat in his chair. "Sir, we have news about Mrs. Dania.Damian, who was pouring coffee, immediately stopped his movements. He turned his head with a sharp gaze. "What?" "She was found in one of the hospitals outside the city. She is still in a coma," Hugo explained in a calm voice, but there was tension in his tone. The cup Damian was holding almost fell over, but he managed to control himself. "Who's taking care of her?""A man named Ferdo," Hugo continued. "He paid for Madame Dania's care all these years."Damian narrowed his eyes, his mind instantly filled with suspicion. "Fe
Damian was silent.His eyes lingered on Yara's face as she stared at him with conviction. She had just said something he shouldn't have heard-something he had been avoiding. "What did you say?" his voice sounded flat, but his eyes held a lot of emotion. Yara looked at him without hesitation. "I love you, Damian," she repeated clearly. Damian blinked once, then suddenly chuckled. His laughter sounded faint, like something he didn't really enjoy. He looked at Yara as if she had just said something ridiculous. "Love?" Damian repeated the word, as if to make sure he hadn't misheard. "Little girl, you don't know what you're saying." Yara kept her gaze on him, undaunted. "I know exactly what I'm saying." Damian smiled wryly. In an instant, his hands were wrapped around Yara's waist, pulling the girl closer. Before Yara could react, Damian's lips were already crushing hers in an intense way-full of passion, but also with frustration in them. Yara was surprised, but didn't resis
As the bedroom door closed, Damian looked at Yara with questioning eyes. "What do you plan to do now, my little girl?" Yara smiled meaningfully, then quickly pulled Damian's hands above her head. "Shhh... this time, let me take back control." Before Damian could protest, Yara had already tied his wrists with the tie she had just removed. Damian stared at the girl with raised eyebrows, a faint smile forming at the corner of his lips. "You want to play like this?" his voice was low, full of interest. Yara just smiled, then without hesitation she lowered her head, letting her lips trail gently down Damian's neck. "I wonder what it would be like if King Mafia couldn't do anything." Damian chuckled softly, but his breathing grew heavy as Yara continued down, her lips trailing along his jaw, then to his collarbone. Her free fingers brush against his skin, creating a tantalizing sensation that makes Damian stiffen. "Yara..." his voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but from th
In Damian's office, it was nine in the morning. Damian sat in his chair with an unpredictable expression. Hugo stood across the desk, looking at his boss with a meaningful gaze. "Mr. Damian, you've been sighing since earlier. Is there a problem?" asked Hugo as he folded his arms across his chest. Damian twirled the pen in his fingers, his gaze blank. "I don't know, Hugo. I think I'm going crazy." Hugo frowned. "Crazy how, sir?" Damian sighed again, longer this time. "I feel like I'm falling in love with Yara." Hugo looked at him with an incredulous expression, then shook his head. "Oh my, Mr. Damian. Do you realize what you just said?" Damian leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. "I realize. And it sucks." Hugo chuckled, though there was a sardonic tone in it. "What about your grudge, sir? Have you forgotten your original purpose?" Damian was silent for a moment. His eyes hardened, but there was conflict in them. "I haven't forgotten, Hugo. I want him to f