Chapter 100: Unwanted Knight
Everyone stood up from their seats and stared in shock at the certificate in Damien’s hand. The atmosphere in the room tensed, and Damien’s audacity left everyone stunned.
Jonathan was the first to react, his face flushing with anger as he strode over to Damien and snatched the certificate from his hand. His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the doctored photo and read the names printed boldly: Damien Velanti and Natalie Reign.
"What is this?" Jonathan’s voice thundered through the room. He furiously stared at Damien, his demeanor frustrating him further.
"It’s exactly what it looks like," Damien replied in a serious tone.
"What’s going on here?" Avery who had just arrived after finishing her work asked in confusion. Her voice cut through the chaos as she entered the dining room, her eyes narrowing at the tense atmosphere. She glanced around at the stunned faces before gazing at Damien, standing casually in the center of it all, his expression infuriatingly calm.
She walked to her uncle and glanced at the certificate in his hand. Her eyes widened in shock before glaring at Damien, "What rubbish is this?"
"Marriage Certificate." Damien calmly answered, with a faint smile. causing everyone to groan in frustration.
The group groaned in frustration, Rosalind massaging her temples as Damien continued to play with them. But it was Natalie who was affected the most by everyone. Her legs felt like jelly as she pushed herself to move, her mind spinning in confusion. Step by shaky step, she walked to Avery, her eyes moving to the paper that had, in an instant, rewritten her fate. She tore her gaze from the document to Damien, the man she had spent most of her life despising.
Damien and Zevian had become friends during his five long years of stay in Qubarc, almost inseparable that they shared even their deepest problems, including their sisters’ lives. Whenever she visited Zevian and Kiana, this mobster who was always around her brother mocked her for marrying a mama’s boy and even imagining a future with him. She hated him for always getting on her nerves, though what he said were only mere facts.
"W-what is this?" Natalie’s question seemed to echo in the room, heavy and desperate. Her voice was barely more than a whisper, trembling with confusion and anger.
Damien’s gaze softened slightly as he looked at her, but his voice remained steady. "It’s what it says, Natalie. We are married now."