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?!

lost my parents to a car accident, right?” Oliver leans in, his voice low and his look heavy, which is

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

is still in prison,” Oliver lets out a cold snort calmly, a shade of darkness in his eyes, “Long story

small amount of help from everyone,

rare stuff, no matter what it is.

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 EMPIRE. You will always be on

rich and had a daughter in the hospital. Dad thought he could live off the big fish. But no…The

world was so different than mine. I thought I had seen the dark side, and

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 can’t get you. That’s what he said. Having something rare in

was more of a burden to me than treasure – it makes people around me all put on masks. They lie,

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