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slapped by her husband’s ex just one day into the marriage. She watched the cameras click and Damon push the woman in question aside as he grabbed her hand

ecoming a playboy, sort after by all women and owned by none. When his ex had seen that he had gotten over her so fast, she had tried coming back to him, calling him incessantly with him ignoring her most of the time and now this scene in front of his father’s house? He was going to have a talk with her sooner rather than later. “Have you briefed the girl on what she is to do and how she is to behave?” “Not yet, the wedding was yesterday and we haven’t had the chance to talk properly.” “We’ll do so, I want her to host the party and I want it to go without hiccup.” “It will, I just brought her by for a formal introduction.” “Have her sign the contract I have drafted out immediately. If she chooses to divorce you, she gets no penny at all and she is not to discuss anything that goes on in this family to the outside world and even her parents, she is to visit them once every month and must not sleep over.” “I know all of these father. Can I go now? I have something to attend to.” “You mean you have someone to attend to, make sure to keep your mistress away from public glare. Have all the fun you want but do not allow the media catch a whiff of it. I have prided myself in always keeping pleasure away from business and you should do the same.” “That is very well understood.” “I believe in you Damon, you will make me proud.” His father said patting him on the am. Damon exited the Den and met his wife observing a painting by the hall, she looked enraptured by it and from that angle he could see that it was the painting of his mother in her prime. He stood where he was for some time watching her, she looked so small in the big hall and he had this sudden urge in his chest to protect and shield her from the harsh realities of his world. He cleared his throat