The ladies rolled up to the fancy venue for their Exclusive Ladies Auction in their cool Ferrari convoy, turning heads with the loud purr of their engines. They stepped out in dresses that were fit for a big, classy ladies-only party. Sonia rocked a bold red dress that caught everyone's eye, Betty wore a shiny silver gown that sparkled like stars, Bella chose a flowery dress that made her look like a princess, and Ivy went for a sleek black dress that made her look super confident.Their last night out in Paris ended tumultuously for half the ladies and for the other half, it ended on beds of pleasure. However, they hoped for a more peaceful and united night this time with strict rules such as “no running after any man or going off with one.” Ella's security team was well positioned and vigilant to ensure nothing of the previous night's event repeated itself.As the ladies walked the red carpet, cameras flashed, and people whispered about how stunning they looked. As usual, they smil

After their detour to Paris to see his beloved, Damon and Brandley arrived in Italy at the Presidential airport to help President Cortez Balbano with his political problems. The President himself came with his family to welcome the Prince.“Mr. President,” Damon greeted him as he descended from his plane, “First Lady.” He greeted the President's wife also.“We are most excited to have you in Italy, Your Highness.” President Balbano expressed his joy to Damon.They hugged, took pictures for the media, and walked towards the presidential motorcade.“The King sends his greetings and prayers of success,” Damon informed the Italian president.President Balbano smiled joyfully,“King Richard is a great man, and I'm sure you'll be even greater.”They got into the car and drove off to the presidential villa. The news of Prince Damon's arrival in Rome had spread far and wide like wildfire triggering all kinds of actions, particularly the bad ones.The mafia-overruned Italy was in dire need of

“This is a warning to you, Prince Damon Langston, whatever you think you came to Italy to solve is none of your problems. What we did to you today is just a welcome package, you won't be lucky in the next attempt. My advice, leave this country at once.” The man who fearlessly revealed his face in the video warned the Prince, demanding he flee the country and abandon his course.The head of intelligence, Juan Matteo, muted the TV after the threatening message.“Who is that man?” Damon asked.Juan Matteo switched the display on the screen to his tablet and displayed pictures and information about the situation and the group behind the operations.“This is Don Castro El Salvatore, he is the leader of the Salvatore Cartel, the leading mafia clan in Rome. They are one of dozens all across the country, and they are known for their ruthlessness and brutality. They deal in drugs, sex, human trafficking, and money laundering. Their MO includes violence and terrorism, and we've branded them as

Damon's press release made waves across the globe, sparking several conversations and discussions among people of interest. He had just declared his stand with Italy and his resolve to solve their problems.Many didn't find it worthy at all, and some of those who opposed him were gathered together back in London in their usually secret and mysterious settings to deliberate on the matter.The leader of this group, the same group who made their plot during the Whitmores Exclusive Elite Auction, sat down with his team at the office. They didn't seem surprised at Damon's resolve, they just didn't like it. They knew he was going to prove stubborn but they had other plans.“So this boy insists on carrying out this foolhardy task of his? Our welcome package wasn't enough to deter him,” the leader of this unholy group said to the rest, “Well, that was just a beginning and that was well executed. Grandmaster praised us for it.”“Thank you, sir,” the members of the group responded to their lead

Damon and Brandley went into the president's bunker where Juan Matteo was locked up in a cell, they hoped to interrogate him and get as much valuable information as possible.“Leave us,” Brandley said to the security agent positioned by the door of the cell. The young man walked away, leaving the Prince and Brandley alone with the prisoner.They entered the cell and Juan immediately stood up to beg for his life.“Your Highness, please forgive me. I was forced to do it.” Juan cried to him.Damon and Brandley stood there watching him plead and plead. They waited for him to complete his act before responding to him.“So, who do you work for?” Damon asked him, his voice gentle but serious.Juan hesitated to answer the question, fear coating him all over. With his head bowed and his mouth mute, he said nothing but just stood there.“Let me paint the gravity of your deeds to know and am sure as the head of intelligence, you are pretty much aware of it,” Damon said to him, “You conspired to