The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 167: Family(2)

Chapter 167: Family(2)

The moment he stroll inside the familiar room. He was greeted by the tension-filled, unwelcome atmosphere of the living room.

The baroque style of the sofas, chairs and ceiling gives it an elegant aura that’s was stained with the invisible splashes of blood.

Three pairs of eyes stared at him in pure contempt. The first belongs to the woman who had married his uncle after getting rid of his first wife. She was his mistress but as they said fear a woman with an agenda and a big ambition. She would do anything to climb to the top.

The other two malicious stares that could get someone accidentally killed belongs to his dearest cousins. Who are both younger than him.

They had mutual hatred and that’s fine with him because both of them are on top of his hit list right now.

"Looks who is done playing mind games with us and decided to finally show us his ugly face. I heard about the burns I didn’t know there were quiet this ugly cousin. I have to admit it’s such a shame. You’re quiet easy to look at. Now you look like a monster."

His elder cousin, Nathan spoke. Damien has always hated how he spoke. He spoke like everyone was underneath him and he hated that fake British accent he has always been faking ever since they were kids. It has started when he had met Rhys once.

A little obsession with British accent and it always get on his nerves.

"Wow... now I know why even death didn’t want you. You look ugly as fuck. Is this why you’ve been hiding like the sour loser you’re?"

The second one, Alex spoke.

Damien rolled his eyes, if he had to kill one of them first it would be this one. It’s like he was begging to be shot every single time he spoke. Damien wished he could silence him forever.

"Missed you guys too." He smiled,, matching their provacative tone with his own before nodding at their mother. Gloria.

She rose, her posture stiff and walked in his direction.

When he stopped in front of him, he was gutted by the smell of her strong perfume that could literally kill someone.

"What are you doing here, Damien?"

"Yes cousin," Alex stood beside his mother like a good puppy.

"You’re supposed to be dead. I was going to take over the family business since you’ve made quiet a mess. You’re not deem fit to lead us anymore."

"I have called the various elders of the family. Informed them about your death and the mess you’ve caused. You’ve always hated being part of this dark world right? Remind you of your filthy father. This is the perfect time for you to board the next plane and disappear forever. Live your life."

Gloria announced as if it was a given. "You’re neither wanted or needed here."

Damien’s lips curled up. This woman had always treated him as if he was lower than the filth beneath her shoes. She had made his time living in this house absolutely hell.

Now she wants to give his throne to her lousy sons? Unless he is dead.

"How about no?" A smirk graced his lips.

"I don’t know what type of plan you guys have but you’re not touching my throne. Unless of course you want a bloodbath and wants to watch your sons die before your eyes slowly and painful you would not dare to cross me."

"You!" She spits out, her fists clenching together.

Damien knew she was yearning to hit him but after that one time she knew better than to raise her hands on him if she wanted it intact.

"Nice to see you again, fam. But I’m tired and I need to rest. If you have anything to say you know where to find me.

With that, Damien turned around and walked out of the living room. He could feel their eyes following him, filled with anger and resentment. But he didn’t care. He had bigger problems to deal with.

Speaking of problems, he sighed. It’s been almost a week since he had spoken to Beatrix. Hopefully she is okay. He didn’t want any distractions and loopholes in his plan.

But damn he missed her. Very soon, they would be together. He had everything planned so well. As long as everything goes according to plan, they are going to get their happily ever after. That they all deserved.

As he walked down the hallway towards his room, he couldn’t help but think about the mess they had to create in order for everything to fall into place.

He entered his room with Xavier behind him and locked the door behind him. He walked over to the mirror and examined his burns. They were ugly, but he had learned to live with them. They were a constant reminder of his mistakes, and a reminder that he needed to be better.

He sat down on his bed and pulled out his phone. He had some calls to make, and some plans to set in motion. He knew it was going to be a long night, but he was ready for it. He was ready to take back his throne and make things right.

The tension-filled living room would soon be a distant memory, and he would be the one in control.

"Shouldn’t you call Beatrix first? She might probably be scared of the constant packages her father had been receiving."

Damien looked at his friend and sighed, "As much as I want to call her, I can’t bear the guilt. Also, Rhys would be visiting her soon. I’m sure she would be preoccupied with him."

Xavier frowned, "Are you guys sure about this? You want him to be that close to the person who caused all those traumas?"

Damien nodded, "if you want to be strong, you need to face your demons. Also it would be a perfect opportunity to plan this revenge.

I want everything to be over quickly."

Xavier nodded, "What are you going to do about the Russians? I heard the man is pretty pissed about what you’ve done to his daughter."

Damien smirked, "Find their common enemy and be friends with them."

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