Rise of the Worthless Son in law

7

The next day, the sun rose, casting a warm glow through the curtains. Damon turned and tossed on the bed, he had spent most of the night tossing and turning; he couldn't help but keep thinking about Vivan—the way she looked at him, her voice, her presence—they all made Damon blush.

There was something about her—something he couldn’t quite pin down—and it left him feeling restless.

He slowly rose from the king-sized bed in the suite. He needed to take a bath so he would look presentable at the very least.

As he grabbed a towel, ready to enter the bathroom, he heard a knock on the door.

He wondered who it could be and slowly walked over to open the door. When he opened it, a young man stood there holding a familiar black bag.

“Your bag, sir. I was instructed by my boss to give it to you,” the man said in a curt tone.

Damon's eyes lit up with joy. Vivan had remembered to deliver his bag—she indeed was a lifesaver. He quickly accepted it, murmuring a quick “Thanks” before closing the door.

Placing the bag on the table, he unzipped it. He smiled, realizing that everything was still intact and untouched.

He let out a sigh of relief as he inspected the bag's contents. Inside were his essentials—his wallet, ID, Passports, documents, and a small velvet box that held an heirloom ring he rarely took out. He held it for a moment, a soft smile touching his lips before placing it back in the bag.

Vivan was thoughtful and reliable, and that only deepened his intrigue.

Before he could understand what was going on, Another knock on the door sounded and this time, it made him smile. That was definitely Vivan—a perfect timing.

He slowly walked over to the door and opened it with a grin. Without looking at the person, he uttered, “Oh! Vivan. Thank you so much, you really are a lifesaver.”

But the low growl from the person at the door startled him.

Standing there was a man in his late-sixties, who looked sophisticated and was impeccably dressed in a tailored suit. His salt-and-pepper hair was slicked back, and he scanned Damon with a mix of confusion and disdain.

“What are you doing here?” the man demanded authoritatively.

Damon's voice caught in his throat. Who the heck was this man, and what was he going to say to him? Before Damon could articulate a response, he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind the man. He glanced past him and saw Vivan walking quickly, looking panicked.

“Dad?” she called incredulously. “What are you doing?”

The man turned sharply towards Vivan. Even though he was in his late sixties, it was obvious he was full of authority and commanding. “What am I doing? The better question is, what is he doing here?” He jabbed a finger in Damon’s direction, clearly disapproving of his presence.

“Dad, stop,” Vivan said, stepping between them. “You need to calm down.”

Damon could barely process what was happening. *Dad?* He stood frozen as his eyes darted between the commanding older man and Vivan, who looked equally flustered and exasperated.

“Calm down? Do you even know who this man is? Why would you bring a man to my personal suite?”

It was at this moment that Damon realized what was happening. Vivan had not only booked him into their family’s suite but also made him stay in her father's personal room.

Vivan sighed in frustration. “Dad, please stop making a scene. It's nothing serious. Damon is just a friend.”

“A friend?” her father repeated in disbelief. “Vivan, you know better than to invite strange men into places like this. What would people say if they found out?”

vivan walked closer as her face flushed he held her ground. “I don’t care what people think, Dad. Damon needed help, and I was there for him. You’re making this into something it’s not.”

Damon shifted uncomfortably, feeling like an intruder in the heated exchange. “Sir, I understand your concern, but I assure you, I’m not here to cause trouble. Vivan was kind enough to help me out of a tough spot.”

The older man narrowed his eyes, sizing Damon up as though trying to find faults in his story. “Tough spot, huh? You seem like the type to make a habit of tough spots.”

“Daddy!” Vivan snapped with irritation. “What is wrong with you? Damon isn’t some charity case or a con artist. He is my friend, do you understand? my friend!” Vivan hissed.

“The same way you claimed Tyler was your friend but was actually something more? Don't you have any shame, Vivan? Now he is your ‘friend’? Unbelievable!” The man, whose name was kalus, said.

Vivan's face burned in anger. She couldn't believe her father was saying all those things to her.

A few years ago, her father Klaus had arranged for her to marry John Lockwood, and since then, Vivan and her father had never been on good terms.

When her friend Tyler came back from New York, Klaus had made sure to send Tyler away from his daughter, making sure they were never in touch even though they were just friends but somehow Klaus believed there was something more.

Vivan clenched her fists in anger as the memory of those days came rushing back. “I've had enough, Dad. So what if he is my boyfriend? What business of it is yours?”

The room fell into stunned silence. Damon’s eyes widened, and his breath caught. Boyfriend? what the heck was happening?

Her father’s eyes burned in anger as she turned to Damon and if looks could kill, Damon would be dead “Your boyfriend? This… this man?”

“Yes,” Vivan said defiantly, lifting her chin. “This man. And I’d appreciate it if you treated him with respect.”

“I won't accept this. You would never be acquainted with a man of this caliber,” he said in annoyance before turning to Damon. “Young man, I will send you 300 million dollars to stay away from my daughter.”