Chapter 120

• Damian looked at Nikolas and started narrating the events of the past.
• It was four years back when I was eighteen years old and my father Jarrett Jacob-at sixty-seven years old was recovering from his third massive heart attack an inch from death, but it did not make him any weak he was up and around with the same ferocity with which he had ruled the Jacob’s empire for the past forty-four years.
• It wasn't love that brought his entire brood rushing to his bedside. When his estranged wife, three sons-one legitimate, one bastard and, yes, even his former lover dropped everything at his beck and call serving him and it was not out of devotion but rather sheer disbelief that the man who had made an entire business empire and Paved way for so many lives might turn out to be a mere mortal like the rest of them and have a weak heart.