It had been twelve years since he last set foot in this mansion. The whispers of the servants reverberated through the walls of the vast estate, making it hard to believe he was the prime minister’s son.

Most assumed Anthony was the only son of the Prime Minister, soon to be president.

Damian ran towards him, his face filled with surprise. “You were serious?”

Ranya nodded slightly, ignoring him as he entered the house. “I’m not like you,” he breathed, head held high, walking with regal grace into the long hallway leading to the main building.

Damian chuckled, understanding the sarcasm. “My playful aura made me unique, Ranya.”

“It made...