DAMIEN WEST ALMIGHTY SYSTEM

Chapter 5

He wasn't going to let that happen again.

This time, he was going to sneak in. There was a blind spot. A way into the house that almost no one knew about. Not even Megan. It was a small door at the back of the house, near the bathroom. It connected to the outside through a narrow alley that most people forgot existed. He'd only used it once or twice, years ago, when he lost his keys.

No one would expect him to come through there.

He moved quickly, staying low, keeping to the shadows. The rain helped. It blurred the streetlights and muffled his footsteps. He made his way around the block, cutting through side streets until he reached the back alley behind his building.

There it was. The door. Rusted. Half-hidden behind an old dumpster.

He pulled out his phone and checked that it was recording. The screen glowed faintly in the dark. He didn't know exactly what he was going to find inside, but this time, he wasn't going in empty-handed.

This time, he was going to get evidence.

Damian moved fast. He slipped through the back alley and found the old door near the bathroom. The same one he'd remembered. It was unlocked, just like always. No one ever used it. No one even thought about it.

He pushed it open slowly, careful not to make a sound. The hinges creaked a little, but the rain outside covered it. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

The house was quiet except for the faint sounds coming from upstairs.

He stood still for a moment, listening. His heart was pounding, but his mind was clear. Focused. He wasn't the same man who walked in here before. That version of him was ruled by shock and anger. This version knew exactly what he was doing.

He moved through the hallway, staying close to the walls. The sounds got louder as he got closer to the bedroom. Megan's voice. His uncle's voice. The moaning. The conversation.

"You deserve everything that's coming to you, Damian. He's not good enough. He never was."

"He's a waste of time. A nobody. Why would you ever settle for someone like that?"

The words hit him, but this time they didn't break him. He'd already heard them once. Already felt the pain. Now they were just noise.

He pulled out his phone and checked the screen. The recording was already running. He'd started it the moment he stepped inside. Good. Everything was being captured.

He took a breath. Then he pushed the bedroom door open.

The scene was exactly the same. Megan on top of his uncle. Both of them naked. The bed creaking. The look of shock on their faces when they saw him standing there.

Megan scrambled off Nathaniel and grabbed the silk nightgown from the chair. She wrapped it around herself quickly, her face flushed. Nathaniel didn't even bother getting up. He just pulled the bedsheet over his waist and reached for his cigar like nothing had happened.

He lit it. Took a long drag. Then looked at Damian with that same smug smile.

"Well, well. Look who's here. You've got some nerve barging in like this. And what do you think you're doing? Recording?"

Damian didn't flinch. He held the phone up so they could both see it clearly. The red recording light blinked on the screen.

"Yeah. I'm recording."

He felt nothing. No heartbreak. No rage. He'd already been through that. Already drowned in it. This time, he was just cold. Detached. Like he was watching a movie he'd already seen.

"Now that I have my evidence," Damian said calmly, "do you think I care what you say? You're evil. Both of you. You're disgusting. And Megan?" He looked straight at her. "I'm done being disappointed in you."

Megan stared at him. Her eyes narrowed. Something was off. This wasn't the Damian she knew. He wasn't crying. Wasn't yelling. Wasn't falling apart. He just stood there, calm and unbothered, like what he'd just witnessed didn't even matter.

"What the hell are you doing?" she snapped.

Damian ignored her. He kept his eyes on Nathaniel.

Nathaniel's smile faded. He sat up straighter, his jaw tightening. "You can't record me, you crazy bastard."

He shouted toward the door. "Guards! Get in here!"

Damian didn't move. He just held up the phone again.

"I've already got everything I need. The video's been uploaded to my cloud. Backed up. And I've shared it with three people. One of them is a journalist. A real one. The kind who loves a story like this. You know what happens when this gets out, right? Your reputation? Your business? Your life? All of it goes up in flames. So yeah, maybe I'm not supposed to tell you this."

Nathaniel froze. His mind raced as he stared at the phone in Damian's hand. The evidence was right there. Clear. Undeniable. If this got out, if the public saw it, everything he'd worked for would crumble. The multi-million dollar contract he'd been chasing for months? Gone. His reputation? Destroyed. His business partners? They'd drop him the second the news broke.

He couldn't let that happen.

The door burst open. His guards rushed in, ready to grab Damian and drag him out. But before they could take a single step, Nathaniel raised his hand.

"Stop. Don't touch him."

The guards froze mid-step, confused.

Damian looked at Nathaniel, then at the guards. "Tell them to leave. Now."

Nathaniel's jaw clenched. His pride screamed at him to refuse, but the phone in Damian's hand said otherwise. He had no choice.

"Step aside," he ordered through gritted teeth.

The guards hesitated for a moment, then backed out of the room without a word.

Damian didn't waste time. He walked over to the drawer by the bed and pulled out a contract draft. One of the blank ones Nathaniel always carried with him for business deals. He'd seen it before, sitting in the same drawer months ago.

He tossed it onto the bed in front of Nathaniel.

"I know you brought one of these with you. Sign it."

Nathaniel picked it up slowly, his eyes scanning the page. His face went pale. Then red. Then white again.

Fifteen million dollars.

And one of his mansions. The one in Sky High Estates. One of the most expensive properties in the city.

His hands started shaking. "What the hell do you think you're doing? This is absurd. You can't be serious."

Damian's expression didn't change. He just smiled. Cold. Calm.

"When you were sleeping with her, when you were taking what was mine, did you think about me? No. You didn't. So I'm not thinking about you either. Sign it. Or this video goes live. Your choice."

Nathaniel's fists clenched around the paper. Every part of him wanted to rip it up and throw it in Damian's face. But he couldn't. The video was real. The journalist was real. If this went public, he'd lose everything.

Reluctantly, he picked up a pen and signed his name at the bottom.

But Damian wasn't done.

"Now write a letter. Say you weren't forced. That you did this willingly. Out of family love. That you're giving me all of this because you care."