Damian’s POV

“The mean girl? Who’s married? Whose blood type is registered as AB?” I blink at Oliver, can’t quite process what he said, “How much did you drink tonight?”

He rolls his eyes

eyes at me. He rolls his eyes at ME when he is the one being ridiculous?!

“Uncle Johnny always says that I saved your life, when in fact I hesitated about helping you,” Oliver suddenly blurts, coming to sit by my side, “I felt bad taking your help becauseI don’t know if I would have saved you, if it wasn’t my team member that hurt you in the first place.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Oliver raises his glass, giving me a mysterious smile, “the world is a dark place.”

What does that mean?!

in, his voice low and his look heavy, which is very rare, if you know him. “A car crashed into him, but it wasn’t an accident. It was

hell didn’t you say anything?! We can look

a cold snort calmly, a shade of darkness in his eyes, “Long story short? My dad sold his blood for a living. You

amount of

it’s the amount of people who would help that is small, and there is always a need for rare stuff, no matter what

didn’t know any

a shade of red at the corners of his eyes, giving his smile a

at fault. He kept raising the price because the buyer was rich and had a daughter in the hospital. Dad thought he could live

is smiling at me, but I see only sorrow in his eyes, I never knew his world was so different than mine. I thought

a secret. Don’t let people know, hide. yourself in darkness, so the real

feelings? I always thought that money was more of a burden to me than treasure – it makes people around me all put on masks. They lie, they suck up, they target me. It’s overwhelming and I hated it. But now I know, it did give me privilege, in ways I didn’t even

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