She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

Damian's POV

I try to keep the search for my sister a secret.

Vanderbilt's name attracts too many impostors as it is. Just because of the news about how they found my mom's car under a cliff but without a trace of the baby, we have been dealing with all sorts of people coming to us over the years, claiming that they raised my sister who they found near the crash site. Some of them even came for the reward with a dead baby's picture. Basically, they were selling their kids, dead ones, too.

It's fair to say that I have seen the darkest part of humanity.

Most of them are easy to spot though -- we have never revealed the fact that Mom's blood type is RH-, as well as the baby. Even unable to make a DNA test, a simple medical examination report from any period of their life could pick out most of the fake ones. But they still do damage--

Every time such a claim reaches Dad, it takes his heart for a rollercoaster ride with an almost definite disappointing end.

Dad loves Mom too much to even consider another marriage. He poured all his heart into me, and whatever spared he put in the company -- the empire he built together with Mom. He never blamed me for the accident, not even once. He loved me just as much after the accident, if not more.

I have to protect him.

That's why I'm doing the search under the cover of law firms. It's not just a personal dream. It's my cover story to shield my father from this. I have always decided that if one day I found out that my sister died, then Dad would never hear about it. He doesn't need to live through the death of his daughter twice.

But a alive one just might hurt more.

Her identification aside, there is too much uncertainty. I don't know what happened to her, don't know who she is, and I don't even know if she wants to be back. I mean, few would say no to the amount of wealth waiting for them, but that's exactly the risk-- If they want to come back for the wrong reason, then I won't let Dad go through with that kind of dirty shit.

Oliver is a lot of things. He is a womanizer, a jerk taking advantage of good appearance, a talented actor, and also happens to be one of my longest friends, and the only friend I have in this city that knows about my secret.

And he is Ava Fuller's friend, too. Apparently they shot a movie together, and they ended up friends. Friends, friends in bed. No difference to him. And this makes him my best option this time.

But I don't like his attention on Lilith.

He doesn't like Lilith. He thinks every woman around rich people is after their money. I mean, that's the kind of woman he sees the most in his life. Well, that's the kind of woman I see the most in my life, too. But I know not all women are like that. I know because my Mom was not like that.

But it's hard to get Oliver to see that. And that's why it's hard to get him to like Lilith.

Lilith is not like that. I think that's why she attracts me so much, ever since I met her the first time. She has that unique kind of cleanness in her eyes. She lives in the same world as the rest of us, but it's almost like she doesn't see the same thing. She lived in a poor neighborhood, but she had only kindness in her heart; she suffered from a father who abandoned her and a mother who committed suicide, but she became a lawyer because "people like her could use cheaper legal help". The moment I saw her, I fell for her.

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I open the door to the manager. I didn't know this city yet, but money is a common language. Lilith chose to get money this way because she doesn't want help, then I'll just help without her knowing.

"I'm here to talk about an anonymous donation," I pull out a name card that says Vanderbilt to the manager, "How much does it take to triple the prize for the player in the ring right now, without her knowing?"