Here’s the continuation focusing on Damian’s intense
Damian was sitting in the grand sitting room when he heard the sound of car tires crunching on the gravel outside. He didn’t move, his body tense as he waited. The door opened moments later, and his father stepped inside, his shoes echoing against the marble floor.
“Damian,” his father greeted, his tone calm but carrying an edge. “We need to talk.”
Damian’s jaw clenched, his hands gripping the arms of the chair tightly. “Talk?” he repeated coldly. “That’s funny coming from you. After everything you’ve done, now you want to talk?”
Mr. Wolfe walked further into the room, his posture relaxed, as if he wasn’t stepping into a lion’s den. “I came here because Lina called me,” he said. “She told me what happened.”
“Did she?” Damian said, his voice low and dangerous. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “Did she tell you why she’s here? Did she tell you why Aurora is lying in a hospital bed, fighting for her life?”
Mr. Wolfe sighed, unbuttoning his jacket and taking a seat across from Damian. “You’re blaming Lina for Aurora’s situation,” he said, his tone even. “But Damian, you know as well as I do that it’s not that simple.”
“Not that simple?” Damian growled, his voice rising. “You sold her! You’re the reason she’s in this mess!”
Mr. Wolfe’s expression didn’t change. “I made a decision for the family,” he said calmly. “Aurora was a distraction. You weren’t thinking clearly when you brought her into your life. She was a weakness, Damian.”
“A weakness?” Damian repeated, his voice filled with disbelief. He stood up, pacing the room like a caged animal. “You call her a weakness, but the truth is you couldn’t stand the idea of me choosing someone who wasn’t part of your plan. You wanted Lina, didn’t you? The perfect little pawn for your games.”
“Lina is a better match for you,” Mr. Wolfe said, his voice firm. “She understands our world. Aurora didn’t belong here.”
Damian stopped pacing and turned to face his father, his eyes blazing with fury. “Aurora didn’t belong here because you made sure she didn’t,” he said. “You sold her like she was nothing, and now you want to lecture me about what’s best for the family?”
“I did what I had to do,” Mr. Wolfe replied, his tone unwavering.
“No,” Damian said, his voice icy. “You did what you wanted to do. You didn’t care about me. You didn’t care about her. All you cared about was control.”
The tension in the room was thick as the two men stared each other down. Mr. Wolfe finally broke the silence, his voice sharp. “Damian, I didn’t come here to argue with you. I came here to fix this mess before you make it worse.”
Damian let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Fix it?” he said mockingly. “You can’t fix this, old man. The damage is done.”
“You’re letting your emotions cloud your judgment,” Mr. Wolfe said, his tone growing colder. “This isn’t about Aurora or Lina. This is about you losing control.”
Damian’s hands curled into fists at his sides, his rage boiling over. “Control?” he spat. “You’re the one who’s losing control. Do you think I’ll just stand by and let you destroy everything? Do you think I’ll let you get away with what you did to her?”
“Damian,” Mr. Wolfe said sharply, his voice cutting through the tension. “Enough of this nonsense. You need to let go of Aurora and focus on your future.”
Before Mr. Wolfe could say another word, Damian moved quickly. In one smooth motion, he pulled a gun from his waistband and pointed it directly at his father. The room fell silent, the only sound the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.
“Shut up,” Damian said, his voice low and deadly. “If you say one more word, I’ll blow your skull off.”
Mr. Wolfe froze, his calm demeanor faltering for the first time. His eyes flicked to the gun, then back to Damian’s face. “You don’t want to do this,” he said carefully.
“Don’t tell me what I want,” Damian snarled, stepping closer. “You’ve been telling me what to do my entire life. Not anymore.”
Lina, who had been eavesdropping from the hallway, gasped when she saw the gun. She ran into the room, her face pale with fear. “Damian, no!” she cried, rushing toward Mr. Wolfe.
But Damian was faster. He grabbed her arm roughly, holding her in place. “Get back into the room, Lina,” he growled, his eyes never leaving his father.
“Please, don’t do this!” Lina begged, tears streaming down her face. “You can’t hurt him!”
“I said get back into the room,” Damian repeated, his voice cold. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Lina. You’ll regret it.”
Lina hesitated, her eyes darting between Damian and his father. “But”
“Go!” Damian barked, his grip tightening on her arm. He shoved her toward the door, and she stumbled, her sobs echoing down the hallway as she disappeared.
Once she was gone, Damian turned his full attention back to his father. His hand was steady as he kept the gun aimed directly at the older man’s head.
“You’ve pushed me too far this time,” Damian said, his voice shaking with suppressed rage. “You think you can control me? You think you can take everything from me and walk away unscathed?”
“I was protecting you,” Mr. Wolfe said, his voice firm despite the situation. “Aurora was a liability. She made you weak.”
“She made me human,” Damian shot back. “Something you’ll never understand.”
Mr. Wolfe’s eyes narrowed. “And what about Lina?” he asked. “Do you think she’s going to stay quiet about all of this? You’ve pushed her too far, Damian. She’s scared, and scared people do stupid things.”
“Let her try,” Damian said, his lips curling into a cruel smile. “I’ll deal with her if I have to.”
“You’re destroying everything,” Mr. Wolfe said, his voice rising. “The family, the empire”
“Your empire,” Damian interrupted. “Not mine. I’m done living under your rules.”
“You’re not thinking straight,” Mr. Wolfe said, his tone turning desperate. “Put the gun down, Damian. This isn’t who you are.”
Damian’s finger twitched on the trigger, his jaw tightening. “You don’t know who I am,” he said quietly. “You’ve never known.”
The tension hung in the air like a storm about to break. Mr. Wolfe stared at his son, his hands resting on the arms of the chair, but his body tense.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Then Damian spoke, his voice cold and final. “Get out of my house,” he said.