Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress

Chapter 215: Deadly Sins and Heavenly Virtues 4

A corner of Damien's mouth curled up as he tilted his head, his eyes sweeping towards the door to the utility room where they just came out. He looked so smug and playful when he teased the five people in front of him, "Yeah? Did you find me in that small closet?"

Alianna bit her bottom lip and skipped to Damien's side, hooking her arm in his as she ushered him back to the party. "Oh shush. You can't get mad at me. I'm only looking out for you."

Damien snorted, flicking Alianna's forehead and making her whimper. "Does 'looking out for me' involve eavesdropping?"

Alianna rubbed the sore spot on her forehead, glaring at Damien as she bit out, "You and that floozy left the party together. What was I supposed to think? I couldn't just let you"

"What? Did you really think I would get back with her?" Damien was exasperated. He knew that all of them were keeping an eye on him for weeks and he was starting to get annoyed.

"No" Alianna's shoulders slumped. Of course, she believed Damien wouldn't do that. But he was in a pretty bad state and with Margaret in the picture, she feared that he would not be able to think straight. "Sorry," she whispered.

Damien squeezed Alianna's hand before letting her go and entering the event hall once again. He couldn't really get mad at his cousin. He knew that she meant well. However, that night, he just wished that they would step back and leave him alone. He was getting tired of receiving their concerned gazes. He didn't like the feeling of getting pitied at.

While Alianna and Lexi were looking for Jeffrey's potential woman, Caleb and William went to Damien who was standing just right in between the section of 'Pride' the deadliest of all or the root of all evil or the beginning of sin and the section of 'Humility'. How ironic that the two sections were right next to each other and Damien was found in between where he cannot be both because Pride and Humility were two opposite states of being.

William slightly shook his head seeing where his brooding cousin was standing. Damien looked somewhat lost. Caleb handed a glass of champagne to Damien, trying to keep him away from the harder stuff that evening.

"Thanks," Damien said before taking a sip of the sparkling wine; not the whiskey he was looking for but definitely better than the vodka water from earlier. He scanned his eyes across the room and saw how people were enjoying the End of the Summer Party they were hosting. He had to give it to Markus for being able to pull it off even without the original event planner.

"So what did Maggie want to talk about?" Caleb's voice interrupted Damien's train of thoughts and pulled him out of his trance.

"What? You didn't hear it clearly earlier?" Damien shot Caleb a look that made the latter chuckle but he answered anyway, "She wanted to make sure that we will still consider their family's company despite our history." 

William snorted and swirled the red wine in his hand. "What, that you knocked her up?"

"I didn't. The child wasn't mine." Damien cleared up William's misunderstanding. He had enough getting ridiculed for something that wasn't even true. He thought that finally telling his cousin the truth would shut him up.

"Ah, so you were cuckolded?"

He was wrong. Of course, even the truth wouldn't shut him up.

Caleb shook his head. William's past time was annoying people. "Anyway do you think she's back because of that bidding?"

"I wouldn't know. She said she arrived a couple of months ago."

"But who is she here with?" Caleb turned to the side and started searching for Margaret, curious to see who made her a plus one.

Damien also scanned the room and his eyes moved so quickly then did a double-take when he caught sight of a woman's familiar figure across the room. His body stiffened and he craned his neck to check but found the spot at the far corner of the room empty. 

"She's here," Damien muttered.

"Hm? Who brought Maggie?" Caleb mindlessly finished his drink, not understanding what Damien was actually referring to.

"Katherine. She's here." Damien shoved his empty glass to William who was surprised by the sudden reaction.

Damien dashed forward and sprinted across the room, knocking a few people out of the way as he hurried to look for the woman who was just standing at the corner. He turned his head from side to side and noticed a swinging door that headed towards the kitchen.

Without hesitation, he pushed the door open and saw the chaotic kitchen with a crew of chefs busy on their feet with their duties. His foot was quicker than his eyes as he found himself already striding through the greasy floor, pushing the back door open and going out the dark alley.

The sound of a motorcycle engine revving several meters away caught his attention and before he knew it, Damien started running towards the street.

"Wait!" he yelled.

He heard his name being called from behind but he was too busy trying to see who it was until he stopped in his tracks when the motorcycle sped off into the traffic. He didn't get to see the person as it was dark outside and the latter was wearing a helmet and a black leather jacket.

But his heart raced so fast as he had hopedfeared that it was Katherine. It could be her. Why else would she be running? He was sure that it was the same person who just came from the party and a woman because of the figure. But was she really Katherine?

"What's going on?" Caleb and William caught up with him.

Damien opened his mouth but he didn't know what to tell them. "I I thought I saw Katherine," was all he could say.

Seeing the distressed look on Damien, William turned to Caleb and said, "Could you give us a minute?" 

Caleb glanced from William to Damien before nodding and heading back to the party, giving the two of them some privacy.

When they were alone, William stepped into Damien's view and his expression turned serious. "I know you're hiding something from me. It's about Katherine. And her identity. She's a 'Young', isn't she?"

Damien's gaze turned dark and his jaw tensed upon hearing William's guess. If he admitted, what would William do?