Chapter 2

"You won't apologize?"

"That's not your choice to make!"

"Someone grab Damien!"

Seeing my refusal, Fiona sneered and ordered the security guards nearby, "Hold him down!"

The guards stepped forward and forcibly restrained me.

I'd almost forgotten—these past few years, I'd shown such dependence on the three of them that everyone secretly believed the White family fortune would belong to them. They'd long since stopped respecting me.

A chill ran through my heart as I looked at the three of them with increasingly cold eyes.

"What's with that look? Apologize!"

"Listen, Damien, don't think we won't do anything just because you're a White."

"You're going to need the three of us in the future!"

Rachel shot me a glance and spoke mockingly.

She looked absolutely disgusting. Who the hell made them think this way?

I couldn't understand it. I tried to struggle free, but the grip on me only tightened.

They didn't release me until I was forced to bow my head to Marcus in apology.

"Today's just a little punishment."

"Behave yourself, or you'll regret it!"

After issuing their threat, Fiona and the others left with Marcus, surrounding him like he was royalty.

I collapsed on the floor, watching clearly as Marcus shot me a provocative look.

I clenched my fists in rage.

Just then, my phone rang.

It was Vivian calling.

I answered, forcing myself to calm down.

"What is it?"

"Nothing much. Just reminding you not to forget to select the wedding venue and pick out your suit."

Her low voice sounded in my ear, making me momentarily dazed.

By the time I snapped back to reality, she'd already hung up.

That woman was quick!

I had no choice but to pick myself up, quickly clean up, and head out.

I went to redesign the wedding venue I'd originally prepared for the three of them.

I just didn't expect them to be shameless enough to rush over after being notified.