Celia stood frozen, watching the scene unfold before her. She couldn’t believe how obedient Anthony was to Damon’s commands. The way he listened and did whatever Damon said, without hesitation—It was unsettling. With just a single word from Damon, the big shot-CEO of Vespera Corporation followed his orders, a flicker of fear in his eyes as if he was terrified of offending him.She couldn’t shake the question that kept repeating in her mind—who was Damon, really?Serena, however, remained defiant. Her chin lifted, her eyes blazing with anger. She refused to believe she had done anything wrong.Anthony took a slow step forward, his cold gaze locked on her. “You’ve overstepped your boundaries, and after everything, you still refuse to listen or learn,” he said, his voice like ice. He turned to his men and gave a firm nod. “Throw them out.”Gasps rippled through the crowd. The guests stared in shock, their eyes darting from Serena to Anthony, then back to Damon.Serena’s breath hitched.

Serena stormed into the house, her heels clicking loudly against the marble floor. Michael followed close behind, his face tight with frustration. Their faces were still marked with bruises. The air between them was thick with unspoken anger."I can't believe this!" Serena threw her handbag onto the couch, pacing back and forth. "All our hard work, all our efforts—wasted! Just because of Damon!" She spat out his name like it was poison.Michael rubbed his temples, sighing. "I don't understand what Anthony sees in him. What did he do to get Anthony Williams on his side?"Serena’s parents, who were just coming down from upstairs, were puzzled by their daughter's outburst. Tessa was initially angry about Serena and Michael’s decision to leave the restaurant rather than fight for her to enter. Since Michael was wealthy, she had expected him to put those who embarrassed her in their place.Instead, they had let those people humiliate her further. She had boasted that her future son-in-law

Celia’s face flushed with anger, but before she could open her mouth, Damon spoke—calm, but with a quiet force that silenced everything around him.“Funny,” he said, eyes locked on Serena’s with cool expression. “You’ve always had a talent for talking down to others. But that won’t open any doors for you.” He took Celia’s hand gently, then added, “Let’s see who really belongs here.”Then, without another glance at Serena or Michael, he turned and walked forward with Celia by his side.Serena crossed her arms smugly, She watched them go, expecting security to step in at any moment. Surely, they would be stopped just like she and Michael had been. Surely, they would be turned away.But that didn’t happen.The security guards—who had interrogated Serena and Michael just minutes ago—didn’t even blink. Without hesitation, they stepped aside with respectful nods, opening the path without a word. The sleek glass doors slid open smoothly, almost ceremoniously, bathing Damon and Celia in a war

The club was buzzing with energy as Serena’s birthday party kicked off. It was her birthday—the day she had been waiting for.The private room on the second floor was packed with friends, their laughter and chatter filling the air. Tables were loaded with drinks, snacks, and a huge birthday cake glowing with candles. Streamers hung from the ceiling, and music pulsed through the speakers.Everyone seemed to be having a great time, handing Serena gifts and offering warm birthday wishes.Celia and Damon sat in a corner, not too far from the others, though Damon felt completely out of place. He found himself attending the birthday party of his ex-wife—the woman who only knows him as worthless and useless. The woman who had betrayed him and divorced him.Despite knowing that the divorce was for the best, since she was never truly the person he thought she was, Damon still didn’t want anything to do with Serena. He had no desire to be here. Yet, here he was, with no choice in the matter. It

Upstairs, Albert stood, grabbing Celia by the wrist. She tried to pull away, but her limbs were too sluggish, her mind spinning. “Please… let go…” “No one says no to me, bitch,” Albert growled, yanking her up. Something snapped in Celia. Drunk or not, a surge of adrenaline cut through the fog in her mind. Her eyes darted to the table in front of her, where empty bottles and glasses were scattered among the snacks. Without thinking, she grabbed the nearest object—a heavy glass bottle, half-full of some dark liquor—and gripped it tightly. “Get away from me!” she shouted, her voice louder than she expected. She swung the bottle with all her strength, aiming for Albert’s head. The bottle connected with a sickening 'crack', striking him on the forehead. Albert grunted in pain, stumbling back and clutching his head. The bottle didn’t shatter, but liquor splashed everywhere, soaking his shirt and dripping onto the floor. The room erupted into chaos. Someone screamed. A few people b