Chapter One: Lost and Loveless
Being all alone in the world on Christmas Eve is never a good thing, having nobody to give you an X-mas kiss, nobody to hold, nobody to share that special moment with. All he wanted was for somebody to love him, but there was no such luck for Drachmar Despard. He had so much love to share, yet nobody seemed to want it. He had spent his whole life living up the standards of others, being in the constant shadow of his siblings, building up his estate, but what was the point when no woman would take him? The only women who took in interest in Drachmar weren't the kind of people to settle down; he tended to attract the gold-digga type. He sighed; he'd probably die here, all alone in a huge house, with nothing but a distant echo to watch him suffer his last minutes in silence. He cursed the house, everything he had worked for was trash, it was worth nothing to him now. He spat violently at the once ornate picture frame of his father, Dragomir, strewn in with the mess that had inhabited his desk – once, his idol, his mentor, now, his worst nightmare come true. Drachmar stared into the eyes of Dragomir Despard with such hatred; it was unbelievable that the glass didn't shatter under his furious gaze. Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, Drachmar flung the frame with extreme force out of the oversized window with an unbreakable vow – never again would he waver under somebody else's rules, he was prepared to do anything, anything at all, for love.