Charlie; a little girl who desperately needed catching.
Leo, Oscar and Atlas; her three older brothers who awaited with open arms.
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Five year old Charlie's life gets turned upside down by the sudden passing of her beloved mother.
The little girl is...
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Damien tightly gripped the glass of whiskey Leo had provided him, bringing it up to his lips in an almost shaky manner.
"My father, was-no is a bad man."
Damien had never looked so vulnerable. His darkly lit eyes were glued to the ground as if his life depended on it.
"He's done terrible, terrible things. Things that I could never bring myself to do. My whole life, it had just been the two of us. My mother passing away during my birth made him see me as scum.
Throughout my life, I've always told myself I am nothing like him, nothing like that monster, yet he keeps drawing me back in."
Another gulp of the burning substance made its way down the boy's throat as he shuddered in pure disgust.
"A little over Six years ago, I had just turned eighteen and was finally a man in his eyes. Finally worthy. To prove this, he had set me a task."
Damien raised his head slightly, looking up to Leo in regret.
"You know as well as I do that my family was anything but wealthy, unlike your father mine was irresponsible, greedy, and selfish.
As soon as he had something, it would fall through his fingers like small grains of sand.
This is why he had ordered me to gain the attention of Delilah Rose Hernandez, heiress to the Hernandez fortune.
A sweet girl with a kind heart, the innocent and naive type.
He told me to capture her heart, seduce her. Whatever it takes, he said.
And then to ask for her hand in marriage.
Once married and in the will, I was to prove myself. Prove my loyalty to my father by slowly and discreetly cutting down the family tree, heading, and trimming until the fortune was left in my name.
But I couldn't do it.
I couldn't bring myself to kill a person, let alone a whole family. So I discarded Delilah, told her she meant nothing to me, threw her away like some piece of trash.
When I broke the news to my father."
Damien's voice hitched as he looked down at his left arm regretfully.
"Fuck, I'd never seen him so mad. He got drunk and then got violent."
Gripping the bottom of his sleeve, Damien brought his shirt up slightly, revealing a gruesome burn scattered across his left arm.
