Chapter 100 The Breaking Point

• Damian paced in his study, his heart pounding in his chest. his father’s words, Lina’s smugness, and the image of Aurora haunted him. His hands shook as he grabbed the decanter of whiskey on his desk and poured himself a drink.
• The glass shattered against the wall moments later, the fiery liquid dripping down like blood.
• “I can’t take this anymore,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. His mind was a storm of rage and frustration.