Chapter 5
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"I want Sister Fairy! I want Sister Fairy!"
The sharp wail of a child echoed through the grand study, disrupting the otherwise silent and imposing space.
Damien Vale pinched the bridge of his nose, his patience wearing thin. “Elio.” His deep voice carried a warning, but the little boy remain unfazed.
Elio sniffled, his chubby cheeks red with frustration. "Daddy is mean! You’re the meanest! Waaahhh!"
Damien sighed, leaning back in his chair. He had dealt with billion-dollar negotiations, crushed rivals without blinking, and ruled the corporate world with an iron fist, yet this tiny human, barely reaching his waist, was his greatest challenge.
“Sister Fairy promised to see me again!” Elio hiccupped between sobs, gripping the expensive silk of Damien’s suit sleeve with his small fingers. "You don’t even know her, Daddy! She’s the prettiest, nicest, strongest person ever! You’re just... just... cold!"
A muscle in Damien’s jaw twitched. Who the hell was this Sister Fairy?
His assistant, Nathan, who had been standing awkwardly by the door, finally cleared his throat. “Sir, the boy has been repeating this since he returned. It seems he encountered a woman earlier today—”
"Find out everything about her." Damien’s command was swift, cutting through the air with authority.
Nathan nodded immediately. "Understood, sir."
Damien looked down at Elio, who was still hiccuping but now staring up at him with big, teary eyes.
“Fine. If this ‘Sister Fairy’ is so special, I’ll find her.”
And just like that, the crying stopped.
Elio gasped dramatically. "Really?!"
Damien exhaled. "Really."
The little boy wiped his nose on Damien’s sleeve ,Damien’s silk, tailored, ridiculously expensive sleeve, then beamed. "Then Daddy’s not so mean! But... you have to be nice to her, okay?"
Damien merely hummed in response, but inwardly, he was intrigued.
Who was this woman who had captured his nephew’s attention so effortlessly?
Just as Damien was about to dismiss the matter, a firm knock echoed through the room.
He exhaled sharply. "What now?"
The heavy oak doors swung open slightly, and the butler stepped inside, bowing his head. "Young Master, Miss Selene Whitmore is downstairs. She wishes to see you."
Damien’s expression darkened. "And you came up here uninvited because?"
The butler hesitated. "She insisted, sir."
Before Damien could respond, a high-pitched voice interrupted.
"That bad aunt?! What is she doing here?"
Elio had stopped sniffling entirely, his face scrunching up in pure displeasure. He gripped Damien’s sleeve with both hands and glared at the door like a tiny, furious dragon.
Damien narrowed his eyes. "Elio."
But the boy was too upset to care. He puffed out his cheeks, his small fists balling up. "Daddy, you have to avenge me! It was her! She was the one who sent me to those bad men!"
Silence.
Nathan’s brows shot up in surprise. The butler looked uneasy.
Damien, however, remained still. His sharp, calculating gaze flickered with something unreadable. Then, with a voice as cold as steel, he murmured, "Is that so?"
Downstairs, Selene Whitmore sat gracefully on one of the velvet chairs in the grand foyer, a perfect picture of elegance. Dressed in an expensive white gown, her soft curls cascaded over her shoulder as she delicately sipped from a porcelain teacup, waiting for Damien to arrive.
Her smile was sweet, patient, and warm, but the moment she noticed Elio peeking from behind Damien as they descended the staircase, her fingers tightened around the cup.
The brat was ruining everything again.
Damien’s footsteps were slow and deliberate as he descended the grand staircase, his expression cold, his gaze sharp as a blade. Elio clung to his side, his small hands gripping his sleeve as if the moment he let go, Selene would swallow him whole.
Selene rose gracefully from her seat the moment Damien appeared, her face lighting up with a warm, practiced smile. “Brother Damien, I came to check up on Elio. I was so worried after what happened today.”
Damien’s gaze was ice-cold. "Check up on him?" His voice was as smooth as silk, but with an edge sharp enough to draw blood. "Since when did my son have anything to do with you?"
Selene’s smile didn’t falter, but a flicker of unease crossed her eyes. “Brother Damien, you know I care about Elio.."
She turned to the child, her voice soft, coaxing. “Elio, come to Aunty.”
Elio huffed loudly, crossing his arms and glaring up at her with pure disdain. Then, in an undertone only meant for her ears, he muttered, "Aunty? Tsk. I should call you grandma."
Selene’s entire body stiffened.
For a split second, her carefully controlled expression twisted, her eyes flashing with hatred. But just as quickly, she masked it, returning to her sweet, concerned façade.
Damien caught everything.
His patience had already run thin, and at Elio’s words, he no longer saw the need to entertain her presence.
His voice was calm but carried an air of finality. “Butler.”
The butler immediately stepped forward.
"Throw her out."
Selene’s eyes widened in shock. “Brother Damien?!”
Damien didn’t even spare her a glance as he turned and began walking away, Elio trailing beside him with a smug expression.
Selene’s face paled as the butler gestured for the guards. "Wait! Brother Damien, I.."
Before she could finish, firm hands grabbed her arms.
"No! Let go of me! Brother Damien!" she shrieked, struggling as the guards dragged her toward the door. "I came here because I care! You can't treat me like this! Brother Damien! Damien!"
The heavy doors slammed shut behind her with a resounding bang.
Inside, Elio smirked. “That was satisfying.”
Damien didn’t respond, but his gaze was distant,.
Selene Whitmore…
It seemed she had finally overstepped her bounds.
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