At that moment, hearing what Damien just said, Sophia was taken aback. She wasn’t expecting words like that from him, not this calm, piercing honesty. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. It wasn’t rejection, no. It wasn’t even cruelty. It was just… raw reality from Damien. And that made it even harder to respond.Again Damien’s words echoed in her head—“Can you really handle me, Sophia?”It wasn’t just a question. It was a test.Without being told, she could tell Damien wasn’t asking out of pride or trying to show off. He was giving her a choice. A warning. Maybe even a door out.Still, part of her couldn’t shake the thought that maybe Damien was trying to scare her. That maybe this was a wall, a tall, intimidating wall built to see if she would run. Maybe he didn’t want anyone getting too close. Maybe he’d done this before. Spoken like this. Sounded distant like this. Pushed others away like this. And maybe that was what he was doing now.But even as those thoughts fille

At that moment, Damien leaned back slowly, his gaze fixed on Sophia. There was a stillness in his eyes, like a man who had been searching for sincerity and just found it sitting right across from him. He didn’t say a word immediately. Instead, he watched her, watched the way her hands remained tightened on her lap, watched the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed deeply, as if steadying herself against the weight of her own decision.Then Sophia met his gaze with unwavering eyes. She had already made up her mind, that was clear, and Damien could see it. There was no hesitation anymore, no shaky voice, no stammering. She was certain, even though she didn’t know what the future held or what waiting for him would mean. And for the first time, Damien allowed himself to appreciate the strength it took for her to say that, to choose him the unknown, the uncertain over comfort and ease.“Alright then,” Damien said, his voice calm but serious. “Since you’ve made that decision, I

After waiting for a while, then at that moment, the sharpness in Jessica’s voice cut through the heavy air in the room like a blade. Both Uncle Bernard and Deborah turned their eyes slowly towards her, as if they were only just realizing she was still there with them.Jessica’s face was serious. Her hands were tightly clenched on her lap, her brows slightly furrowed. She was breathing fast, trying to hold herself together, but her voice carried both frustration and a quiet pain.“Are we all just going to sit here,” she continued, her voice trembling, “and pretend as if nothing happened? Are we just going to act like what we saw Damien do in that warehouse was some kind of trick?!” She turned directly to her mother, her eyes sharp. “Mom, are you still going to pretend that Damien is just ordinary? That he’s worthless?”Hearing her daughter words Deborah looked away immediately, unable to hold Jessica’s gaze. She didn’t say a word, but the shame was written all over her face. She wante

At that moment, Jessica just stood there, her hand still holding the phone, but her mind was far gone. She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t move. Her mouth stayed open slightly, her eyes fixed on nothing in particular. She was completely shocked, to the bone. She wasn’t expecting what she just heard. Not even in her wildest thoughts.Her father, who had been watching her closely, noticed how stiff she became. He could see the fear written all over her face, the way her hands were shaking, the way her chest was rising and falling fast, like she couldn’t catch her breath.“Jessica,” her father called gently. “What is it? What’s going on? Who called you? We heard Victoria’s name. What is it? Is Victoria okay?”Hearing her father words Jessica didn’t answer. She just shook her head slowly, her eyes still wide, like she was still trying to understand what she just heard.“Is she sick or something?” her father asked again, his voice a little louder, more worried now.Jessica shook her head agai

Not all of them looked rough or scary, but each of them carried an air of strength.Four of them looked rugged, their bodies broad and tough, some with visible scars on their faces and arms marks that showed they had seen many battles and survived them. Their eyes were cold, their faces set like stone.But the other three men stood out differently. They were handsome, well-groomed, dressed sharply in royal garb that hugged their fit bodies perfectly. Their faces were calm, clean of scars, but the sharpness in their eyes showed they were not ordinary either. Their kind of strength wasn’t in brute force, but in intelligence, skills, and cunning.The room was quiet. The Royal Court didn’t summon men like these unless something serious had happened.The seven men sat proudly, waiting, their backs straight, their eyes fixed ahead on the Royal Families.The tension was growing. The air felt heavy, and it was clear whatever was about to be said, whatever mission or judgment was about to be p