She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

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 because…I 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?!

accident, right?” Oliver leans in, his voice low and his look heavy, which is very rare, if you know him. “A car crashed

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

prison,” Oliver lets out 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

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a need for rare stuff, no matter what it

didn’t know

with his elbow on the back of the sofa, looking at me sideways. The alcohol put a shade of red at the corners of his eyes, giving his smile a bloody shade, “You are rich. The heir of an

wasn’t at fault. He kept raising the price because the buyer was rich and had a daughter in the hospital. Dad thought he could live off the big fish. But no…The

than mine. I thought I had seen the dark side, and honestly believed that being a lawyer could make a difference. How naive

on, more to himself than to me, “What he told me the most was to keep my blood type a secret. Don’t let people know, hide. yourself in darkness, so the real darkness

I always thought that money was more of a burden to me than treasure – it makes people around me all