Mafia and his bride

Surprise

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Damon was seething with anger, his mind filled with thoughts of revenge after losing his partner. As he sat in a meeting with his undercover agents, his phone rang. He ignored it at first, but when it rang again, he glanced at the screen and saw it was his father.

He stepped out to take the call.

"Damon," his father's voice came through, calm yet concerned, "I want you to come to the mansion. Meet me here at 5:00 p.m. sharp."

"Alright, I'll be there," Damon replied before hanging up.

At 5:00 p.m., Damon arrived at the mansion. He knocked on the door, and from inside, his father’s voice called out, "Come in."

Damon entered and found his father, Henry, seated by the fireplace. He sat down next to him but kept his eyes on the floor, unable to meet his father’s gaze.

"Are you alright, Damon?" Henry asked, his voice gentle. "I heard about what happened. You lost someone who knew everything about your past... someone important."

Damon’s voice was hard when he responded, "Yes, Father. But I’ll take revenge. They’ll pay for what they’ve done."

Henry nodded slowly, then asked, "Damon, do you ever regret the life you've had to live? Do you... do you hate me for it?"

Damon looked up, meeting his father’s eyes. "I’ve never hated you, Father. I’ve always wanted to be like you—strong, brave. I’ve always wanted to make you proud."

Henry’s eyes softened, filling with tears. He reached out and placed a hand on Damon’s shoulder. "You are already a great man, my son. Better than I ever was. You have the strength to rule this world, and your presence in my life is the greatest gift. I’m so proud of you."

Damon felt the weight of his father’s words, emotions stirring inside him. After a moment, Henry stood and gestured towards the door. "Let’s go for a walk."

As they strolled through the gardens, Henry began to speak again, his voice filled with nostalgia. "I remember the day you were born, Damon. It was the happiest day of my life. I fed the entire mafia kingdom to celebrate your arrival. You were... you are the blessed gift of my life."

Damon listened quietly, absorbing his father’s words. Then, Henry stopped and looked at him with a gentle smile. "Today is your birthday, Damon. Happy birthday, my son."

Damon’s eyes widened in shock as the realization hit him. "It’s... it’s my birthday?"

Henry nodded. "Yes. Is there anything you want?"

Damon shook his head slowly. "No, Father. I don’t need anything. I’m blessed to have you, Mother, my sister, and Violet my...my wife in my life."

Henry’s heart swelled with pride, and he pulled Damon into a tight embrace. "That’s my boy," he whispered.

After their walk, father and son returned to their homes, the bond between them stronger than ever.

Meanwhile, Violet was planning a surprise for Damon’s birthday, working secretly with his mother, Oliver, and his sister, Rose. Once everything was ready, they gathered in the living room, excitement bubbling as they waited for Damon to come home.

When Damon arrived, he found the house unusually dark and quiet. Confused, he thought to himself, *Is everyone asleep already? Did they forget my birthday?* Feeling a bit sad, he turned to head to his room.

Just as he was about to leave, the lights suddenly flicked on. "Happy birthday, my husband," Violet’s soft voice called from behind him. Damon turned around to see Violet standing there with a warm smile, and Oliver, and Rose, holding a birthday cake singing a birthday song for him.

Damon’s heart filled with surprise and joy. His initial sadness vanished as they all wished him a happy birthday. He realized they hadn’t forgotten—they had planned something special just for him.

Oliver and Rose hugged him tightly, while Violet watched lovingly. When it was her turn, she embraced him gently, and Damon held her close, grateful for her love.

"Let’s cut the cake!" Rose suggested, and they all gathered around.

As Damon blew out the candles, he made a silent wish: *To keep Violet by my side forever.* They spent the evening laughing, sharing stories, and enjoying the cake together.

Later that night, Damon and Violet went to their bedroom. As they lay in bed, Violet broke the silence. "Do you need anything, Damon?" she asked softly.

Damon turned to her with a tender smile. "I already have everything I’ve ever wanted," he replied sincerely.

Violet blushed, smiling back at him. She noticed his eyes closing as he drifted off to sleep.

"Damon?" she whispered, but he was already asleep. She sighed softly and whispered to herself, "You’ve fallen asleep… that’s good."

She gazed at him with love, gently brushing her fingers across his forehead, down to his eyes, nose, and finally his lips. "How handsome you are," she murmured softly, her heart full.

With a content smile, Violet cuddled closer to Damon and soon fell asleep, feeling incredibly lucky to have him by her side.

The next morning, as usual, Damon woke up first. He glanced at Violet, remembering her whispered words from the night before—how she called him handsome. A smile crept across his face as he watched her sleep.

Violet slowly woke up, her eyes meeting Damon’s. She realized he had been staring at her for a while. They held each other’s gaze for a few moments, and then she blushed when she noticed he was smiling at her.

“Why are you staring at me?” Violet asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and embarrassment.

Damon grinned playfully. “I was just admiring how pretty you look when you’re asleep.”

Violet’s eyes widened. “You heard me last night?”

Damon nodded, his teasing smile growing wider.

Mortified, Violet quickly hid under the blanket, trying to escape her embarrassment. Damon chuckled, getting out of bed. “Come on, it’s just the truth. What’s there to be shy about?” he said, his voice full of self-assured charm.

Peeking out from under the blanket, Violet shot him a mock glare. “You’re so dramatic,” she said, rolling her eyes.

A little later, they both dressed in matching outfits and headed to the kitchen for breakfast. They joined Olivia and Rose at the table, enjoying a pleasant morning meal together.

After breakfast, just as Damon was about to leave for a meeting, Olivia stopped him. “Could you drop Rose and me at the mansion?” she asked.

Violet’s face fell. “You’re both leaving?” she asked, her voice tinged with sadness.

“Yes, Violet,” Olivia replied gently. “Your father, Henry, is alone there.”

Damon nodded and escorted his mother and sister to the car. After dropping them off at the mansion, he headed to his meeting with his assistant Micheal.

As Michael drove, Damon sat in the back seat. Violet’s call came through, and he answered with a smile. “Missing me already?”

Violet, feeling a bit shy, replied, “Stop teasing me. Just come back soon, okay? It’s too quiet here.”

Damon chuckled. “I’ll be back soon,” he said, then distractedly ended the call—unaware he hadn’t actually hung up.

Michael, noticing Damon’s smile, asked, “So, are you catching feelings for her?”

Violet overheard this and held her breath, hoping to hear more. Damon replied casually, “Nah, it’s just a contract marriage. We’re only pretending to be a couple for our families.”

Hearing this, Violet’s heart sank. She quickly ended the call, feeling hurt and disheartened.

As the call ended, Damon continued, still unaware Violet had overheard, “But I do like her. The way she smiles, her eyes, her lips—everything about her is so different. She completes me.”

Michael asked, “So, do you love her?”

Damon, with a blush, admitted, “Maybe... maybe I do.”