Damian's POV
The flashes of light on my face. The provocative questions, my palpitating heart. I wanted everything to stop.
"Is it true your wife committed suicide because she could not give you a child?"
"Sir, the case of the exploit had been brought forwards, what do you have to say about it"
"Sir, is it true you made an agreement with the winsleys and you had a share in the loot taken from the state,and in order to seal the deal you have to marry one of their daughters?"
"Studies show the winsleys have grown financially and also economically ever since you married their first daughter miss Lisa winsley, and to retain such contract you had to marry the second immediately after her death"
"Sir—"
"Sir"
My heart was beating really fast now, the light blinded me, I gulped a bulb of saliva bubbling in my mouth, my eyes scanned the desperate crowd, I hated it, I hated myself for letting myself get persuaded to do this.
