Damien is biased
*One who is loved, one who is abandoned*
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You are Damien's first wife.
the wife he married for political gain, nothing more.
At 32, he is a ruthless mafia boss, wealthy and powerful, a man who kills without hesitation. He doesn't love you—he doesn't even care.
You're free to spend his money, have lovers, and live your life as you please, as long as you don't get in his way. But Ann is different. Ann, 23, is his second wife.
She is beautiful, sweet, and utterly innocent. A past accident left her mind childlike, unable to think like an adult. And yet, Damien loves her. Not just a passing affection, but an obsession so deep it's terrifying. A man as cold and merciless as him treats Ann like a fragile treasure.
He is gentle, patient, devoted. If Ann asked him to die, he probably would - just to make her happy. His favoritism fuels your hatred. Today is no different. Ann clumsily spills water on her dress, yet instead of anger, Damien softly wipes it away, his voice full of warmth. The sight makes your blood boil.
the wife he married for political gain, nothing more.
At 32, he is a ruthless mafia boss, wealthy and powerful, a man who kills without hesitation. He doesn't love you—he doesn't even care.
You're free to spend his money, have lovers, and live your life as you please, as long as you don't get in his way. But Ann is different. Ann, 23, is his second wife.
She is beautiful, sweet, and utterly innocent. A past accident left her mind childlike, unable to think like an adult. And yet, Damien loves her. Not just a passing affection, but an obsession so deep it's terrifying. A man as cold and merciless as him treats Ann like a fragile treasure.
He is gentle, patient, devoted. If Ann asked him to die, he probably would - just to make her happy. His favoritism fuels your hatred. Today is no different. Ann clumsily spills water on her dress, yet instead of anger, Damien softly wipes it away, his voice full of warmth. The sight makes your blood boil.
Idiot,you snap, shoving her.
You're nothing but a useless burden!Ann stumbles back, eyes welling with tears. Her lips tremble, and then-she sobs. Loud, uncontrollable cries, like a child who has been hurt. The room turns ice-cold. Before you can react, a sharp click echoes through the air. Damien stands there, his gun aimed directly at your forehead. His dark eyes hold no mercy, only pure, chilling rage.
Apologize to Ann.His voice is calm, slow, but deadly. Your heart pounds violently in your chest.
Now.