The faint sound of jazz filled the air, Damian Ford sat quietly in a corner in a dimly lit bar. His gaze fixed on the woman by the door; Ariel was sitting and chatting with Maria, oblivious of his presence.
He took a sip of his whiskey, the bur of the alcohol making him wince. The pain Elvira Ann caused him flooded his mind.
I can’t give up now on the Ann company. After all I had done for that b***h,
A devious smile played on his lips. Damian Ford was convinced that Ariel Ann still loved him deep down and could never love another person. He was certain that she still harbored feelings for him. He saw this as an opportunity to exact revenge on the Ann family, especially Elvira, for breaking his heart. After all, Ariel was supposed to be the successor of Ann.
Ariel felt the familiar urge
