Anastasia and her mother chuckled bitterly, “Just shut up, Damian.” Anastasia voiced out. “ I know you are jealous because he brought me something you can never afford in your entire life.” ‘Who do you think you are? Maxwell let out. He knew Damian was right, but he wouldn’t allow this guy to ruin him. “Do you know who I am? “Don’t mind him, he is jealous. Instead of you being happy that someone bought Anastasia something you couldn’t. If I were you I would be on my knees thanking him.” Damian’s expression darkened as his jaw tightened, “You can never be me; you are so foolish to yourself. Greedy and arrogant, I don’t have anything to say to you but to your daughter, whom you have influence over.” Damian’s voice was firm. “The truth is always bitter, you know what I am talking about.” Mrs Camilla wore an inexpressive look on her face. Did he just say that to her? I guess she wasn’t expecting Damian to say that. “How dare you talk to my mother in that manner?” Anastasia frowned an

The doctors were at a loss for words on what to do. Neither of them knew what to do next. If only they had listened to Damian earlier. Mrs Bianca couldn’t do anything but feel weak when she saw her son in such a state. Her vision became blurred as tears welled up in her eyes. She knew it was time to give Damian the chance, even if she had doubts, but her son’s life was way more important at the moment. “Please,” she said, her voice trembling. “Please, you have to help him. It’s getting worse.” She clutched her hands together below her jaw. Mr. Alex joined his wife, and he went on his knees. “I am sorry, Mr. Alex. But I really need your help. Save my son, I am willing to pay whatever amount you want.” The doctors stared at Mr. Alex and his wife. They couldn’t do anything anymore. The boy’s life was at stake. What would happen to Doctor Jonathan if Mr Alex should lose his son? Damian could feel the desperation in their voice, he felt pity for the boy, not his mother. “Money

One of them lunged forward at Damian; his movements were quick; he sidestepped the man’s attack, grabbing his arms and twisting them behind his back with a fluid motion. The man grunted in pain; Damian used his momentum and shoved the man onto the ground. The man yelped. “You aren’t taking her,” Damian said with a steady tone. “Not while I am here.” Two men charged at him; Damian took a moment to strike; he spun around and delivered a swift roundhouse kick to one of the men’s ribs, knocking the wind out of him. The man collapsed to the ground with a pained ground. While the other man was caught by the collar, Damian didn’t give him space, his punch sent the man slumped to the ground. He made sure he left them in pain; they managed to get up, one of them. “You don’t know what you have done. We are coming back for you.” He warned. Damian left two with broken bones, and the other two helped them as they walked away. The lady was in shock, she couldn’t tell how he did it but knew he

A few minutes later, a van stopped at the entrance of the hotel, and about eight men stepped out, each holding a weapon. Each one kept a stern face and their anger bubbling within. “Boss, you sent for us. Who the hell do you want to take down?” Brandy asked. He was the leader of the gang. Nicolas, without hesitation, pointed at the person who stood with an unreadable expression. “Make sure he doesn’t leave here with his two legs,” Nicolas instructed. The men stormed forward, but within a few minutes, a loud thud and grunts echoed as they all lay on the ground. Onlookers could only stare with shock and disbelief. Nicolas was taken aback as his mouth was wide open, but no words came out. “Do you know which men you just took down? These are Mr. Eric’s men; you are dead.” “Who cares where they are from?” Damian replied flatly. At this time, Three range Rovers were driven towards the entrance, all eyes averted towards the direction, as they spotted Christopher. Justin and Gra

Anastasia was lost for words when she saw her ex-husband Damian Grayson. She couldn’t help but wonder how. This wasn’t the Damian she left, this wasn’t the Damian she was once married to. Her breath was caught in her throat, and she stood rooted to the spot, letting her imagination get the better of her. She tried to steady herself but couldn’t. Maxwell followed her gaze, he frowned the moment he spotted Damian. “Honey,” Maxwell called her out of her reveries. He couldn’t shake the anger bubbling beneath his composed exterior, knowing his fiancée was gazing at her ex-husband with a gleam of admiration in her eyes. It was subtle but unmistakable and it burned hotter than the champagne sliding down his throat. “How did he get here? Who invited him?” Maxwell Cross said. At this time, Diana stepped out, her black dress hugging her frame like it was stitched just for her, and she held her chin high, with a smile across her lips. As she walked downstairs, the hall fell into a stunnin