Damien's POV
"Auntie? Uncle?"
I stood by the doorway, my mouth hanging open as I watched my parents ignore me and flash bright smiles at my wife. How did they even know each other?
"Mr. Starkov, everything okay, sir?" my parents' chef and housekeeper, Mr. Jeffrey, called out to me. Only then did I notice that they had gone in and left me outside. I shook my head, walking into the house.
My parents' house was a cozy three-story building. Anyone who passed by this place would never think of it as the home of a billionaire family. Unlike the elegance and radiant beauty of my own mansion, my parents loved simplicity. They preferred to live in a place that reminded them of their humble beginnings rather than the luxurious lifestyle my money could afford.
My mother, Charlotte Starkov, is a
