DAMIEN WEST ALMIGHTY SYSTEM

Chapter 7

Not long after, Damien got to his parents old home and the moment he stepped through the door, he just stood there for a few seconds trying to catch his breath. He had just come down from the taxi, and his mind was still spinning from everything that had happened today. His chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped a rope around it and was pulling harder with every breath he took. He couldn't believe it. He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that Megan, his Megan, the woman he had loved with everything in him, had actually betrayed him in the worst way possible.

 She had been sleeping with his uncle for years now, years, and he hadn't known a single thing about it. All this time, while he was out there working hard, trying to build something for their future, trying to be the man she claimed she wanted, she was busy warming Nathaniel's bed behind his back like he didn't even exist.

They had been using him this whole time. Megan had been using him like he was some kind of tool she could pick up whenever she needed something and toss aside when she was done. The thought alone made his blood boil so hot that he felt like his skin was burning from the inside out. 

He wanted to scream. He wanted to break something. He wanted to go back to that house and make her pay for every lie she had ever told him, for every time she looked him in the eyes and pretended to care when she didn't care at all.

And he almost died because of them. He almost lost his life because of their schemes and lies, because they wanted him out of the way so they could continue doing whatever they wanted without anyone stopping them. If it wasn't for the system, he would be six feet under right now, forgotten like he never even mattered in the first place.

But the system had saved him. The system had given him another chance, pulled him back from the edge when everyone else had left him to fall. Still, the system had made it clear that he wasn't allowed to deal with Megan right now. It had told him to hold back, to wait, to not touch her for the time being. And Damien hated that. He hated having to stand there and do nothing when every part of him wanted to make her feel the pain she had caused him. If the system hadn't stopped him, he would have crushed her already. He would have drained every bit of life out of her until there was nothing left but regret and tears. But the system didn't want that, not yet, and Damien had learned that when the system spoke, he had to listen.

Still, he knew that the moment the system gave him a mission, the moment it allowed him to act, he wasn't going to hold back anymore. Whenever Megan or Nathaniel came close to him again, whenever they tried to play their games or use him like they had been doing all this time, he was going to make sure they understood that the old Damien was gone. He wasn't going to take it lightly with them, not anymore. He was done being the fool everyone could walk over.

He also knew that Nathaniel wouldn't just fold his hands and let him walk away with the best part of the property. No, Nathaniel wasn't that kind of man. Ever since the calamity happened, ever since their family had been torn apart by tragedy, Nathaniel had taken control of everything. He had stepped in like some kind of savior, claiming he was doing it for the good of the family, claiming he was protecting what was left. But in reality, he had been stealing from Damien this whole time. He had taken all the family properties, all the money, all the power, and left Damien with nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not even a small piece to call his own. Nathaniel had made sure Damien stayed weak, stayed dependent, stayed in a position where he couldn't fight back even if he wanted to.

But now things had changed. Damien had finally gotten what he wanted, what he deserved, and he knew that Nathaniel would fight back. Men like Nathaniel didn't lose something valuable and just let it go. They came back harder, meaner, more desperate to regain what they had lost. And Damien was ready for it. He was ready for whatever Nathaniel tried to throw at him. He was ready to fight, and with the system helping him, he wasn't going to relent. He was going to push back with everything he had until Nathaniel understood that he couldn't be controlled anymore.

This wasn't the Damien they knew before. That Damien had been weak, broken, easy to manipulate. That Damien had trusted too easily and believed too quickly. But this Damien, the one standing here now with fire in his chest and steel in his spine, was someone entirely different.

He was about to walk further into the house when his phone suddenly started ringing. The sharp sound cut through the quiet room and made him freeze in place. 

Immediately his eyes dropped down to the phone in his hand, and when he saw the name flashing on the screen, his entire body went stiff. It was Nathaniel. Of course it was Nathaniel. He had been expecting it. He knew that a man like Nathaniel wouldn't stay silent after losing the best property in the family. He would react, and he would react fast.

So when the phone rang again, Damien didn't hesitate. He picked up the call and pressed the phone to his ear, his voice calm but sharp. "I was actually expecting you to call, but I never knew you were going to call this quickly."

At that moment there was a pause on the other end, and then Nathaniel's voice came through, cold and dripping with anger. 

"Well, since you don't have any respect for your uncle anymore, and since you have the audacity, the nerve, the might, to actually threaten me and take what doesn't belong to you, I'm going to do something that will hurt you. You think you can stab me in the back like this? You think you can walk in here and take my property, and just go on with your life like nothing happened? No, Damien. I'm going to do what will hurt you the most."