She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

Damian’s POV

That’s my mom’s necklace.

The one and only in the whole world.

Mom died in a car crash twenty–some years ago, along with my baby sister. Or so they told us. But they never found my sister’s body. I mean, sure the car fell off a cliff and burned, and sure there might have been some wild animals. Even Mom’s body was not intact.

But I never believed them. They all think I’m doing this because I blame myself. I do blame myself, and Mom’s death was on me. But that’s not the reason.

A person doesn’t just disappear into thin air. Nor would a sapphire.

And I’m looking at both of them right now, with my own eyes!

“What are you doing?!” I grunt at Jack Fuller, only to realize it’s not my place to yell. Sure it’s his daughter- – well, adopted daughter –but it doesn’t mean he has the right to do such a thing!

Seriously, I barely meet people who doesn’t know their place in the world holding such wealth still. They usually

is Damian Venderbilt, heir of the Venderbilt Empire, the one in the capital! You know, the real deal…” Gabriel Fuller laughs awkwardly at his father, “Also, He is the brilliant lawyer you were meeting today. You came home all of a sudden, and Damian came here

partly for my mom and my baby sister. I entered law school early and finished faster than any of my classmates because I knew what I needed to

every city that Mom had been to, and I searched for my sister

the fourth city, I hit

Mom’s blood was very special, and so was mine and my sisters. It’s like the birthmarks that Mom gave us. I knew she was alive,

for this arrogant man who took a rain check at the last minute. Now I’m only grateful

The old man finally snaps out of it, glancing around with an apologetic look, “I left my daughter in charge, but I didn’t know she would hold a party. My apology for

buy his bullshit apologize. He might

of a “surprise of a party“. He is

sister? I don’t know if I’m too paranoid, but I feel like his weird attitude is caused by my comment and a simple outburst. Did he realize my identity just

don’t mind a party, but maybe we can have our talk in a quieter

certain direction, and I follow his sight. A room on the second floor that

headache today. I thought I could tough it through, but I don’t think I can do it