"Where is he?"
The butler flinched at the sharp edge in Damien's voice. "H-He's in his study, Master."
Without another word, Damien strode down the long hallway. He pushed the heavy oak doors open without knocking.
Walking into a dimly lit room, sitting on the chair facing the old man
The old man smirked. "I'm glad you honored my invitation."
Damien didn't bother sitting. His patience was thinner than the glass of whiskey in Alessandro's hand. "You know I don't have time for these games. State your reason for calling me here."
Alessandro tched, swirling his drink. "Well, figlio mio, I wouldn't waste your time or mine." He hesitated for a beat, then leaned forward. "Don't you think it's time you got married?"
Damien didn't hesitate. He stood up immediately, already walking toward the door. "Don't waste my time like this again."
Alessandro's voice was calm, but his words landed like a gunshot.
"Then, I guess you'd want all your inheritance gone." He leaned back in his chair, watching his son with sharp, assessing eyes. "I'm confident Dante would be more than willing to broaden his empire."
Damien stopped mid-step. His jaw tightened, but when he turned back to face his father, amusement flickered in his cold, calculating gaze. "That's great, actually. I'll finally have a reason to kill that bastard."
Alessandro exhaled, a smirk ghosting his lips. "I know you're not stupid, Damien. You know the reason I divided my empire between you and your brother—to prevent war."
Damien scoffed. "Correction—stepbrother."
The old man waved his hand dismissively. "Same thing." He studied his son for a long moment before speaking again, his voice dipping into something more serious. "All your life, I never asked you for anything because I knew you were capable. But I've given you time, ragazzo. people are starting to ask questions. Investors are worried. They want to know if there's a successor in place. They're questioning whether we still have the stability they need."Damien's expression remained unreadable.
Alessandro continued, "Alessio Santori is willing to increase our imports by fifty percent. He's also offering his daughter for marriage."
Damien looked surprised. 'That's bullshit Alessio doesn't have a daughter
'Well he does, she's beautiful I'll give her that'
'That fabulous you can marry her ' Damien said sarcastically
'What am trying to say is, you are getting married on Saturday '
'That's absurd, I'm not doing that'
'Non hai altra opzione, think of the opportunity this brings , I didn't say love her, just marry the darm girl
Damien smirked, his fingers drumming against the armrest "so this is about business '
'It always about business son'
'Why now, why did he choose to tell you all of a sudden that he had a daughter?'
Since Alessio made an enemy to Beyaz Kurtlar."
'What'
His father nodded. "He's out for blood. Apparently, the foolish man crossed the wrong people, and now he's desperate. He knows his days are numbered unless he secures protection." Alessandro took another slow sip of whiskey. "And that protection… is us."
'That's not my problem his not one of us' Damien said with a straight face
Well we agreed to help him
'Correction you agreed to help him '
'But don't you think it's high time we get revenge '
'I'll do it on my own terms besides am not helping that foolish old fool'
Alessandro chuckled 'when did you start allowing your emotions take advantage of you, think of it as killing two birds with one stone securing Alessio increase imports, will'll recover what we lost and 20% more before the end of the year and also take care of that b***** little boy'
Damien exhaled slowly, considering. His mind worked like a machine, calculating the risks, the advantages, the inevitable consequences.
Damien's eyes mirrored his father's, but there was no humor in his eyes. "How desperate he must be."
Alessandro's gaze sharpened. " Very, and desperate men do dangerous things, Damien. But smart men? They take advantage of the situation."
Saying that Damien left. The joy in allessandro heart could not be contained cause he knew he won
Immediately a man came in 'did he agree'
'Of course he had no choice ' he said with a broaden smile sipping his whisky