Novel & Cerita Damage Control Book

He has to get to his child. We can push the door open far enough for me to slip into the opening. It is handy to be small sometimes. I enter the room, seeing the cause of the obstruction is a bookshelf. It must have tipped and lodged itself against the door during the earthquake. I tip the bookshelf back against the wall, letting Brixtius have access to the room. A room with furniture strewn all over the place. "Eurydice!" I yell out, hearing her cries from under a fallen dresser. Brixtius moves with speed and lifts the wooden furniture like it weighs nothing.

"Why did he have to do all that." "Relax, Jane." She pats my back. "You shouldn't be crying over that asshole. You deserve someone better. Someone who will treat you right and make you feel worth keeping and fighting for." She brushes my hair. "I didn't expect this but it happened and there is nothing to be done about it. So, gather yourself." "It's more than just cheating, Clara. Collins strive for money has made him go mad." I sit up. "I mean. Collins is giving me out to some stranger in exchange for money."

The bookshelf started to shake and the books on the upper drawers were about to fall on Charlotte . " Aghhh ! " Charlotte closed her eyes and raised her arms to protect herself . Damien rushed over to her and prevented the books from falling by using himself as a shield . When Charlotte saw above her , preventing the books that kept falling from hurting her , she remained surprised . She would have never expected that Damien would actually protect her .

Before I could say a word, Damian kicked the door shut with a loud bang. I stood frozen in place with my fingers tightening around the book. "Carla! Your hand!" Blood was gushing out. It turned out that my favorite book held an even sharper razor blade. Like before, Heidi still saw me as her rival in love, but it was so unnecessary. This time, I wouldn't fight her for Damian. After Damian's scene, the book club was dismissed on the spot. Ryder carefully bandaged my fingers and wrapped them in so much gauze that he meant to turn me into a mummy.

And it would give me too much time to think about things I didn't want to think about. Like that dream. Like the way my body had responded to it. Like the way I'd barely been able to look at Zade during breakfast without blushing. No. I needed a distraction. Something to occupy my mind. I remembered seeing a library yesterday when I'd been searching for Zade. Books would be good. Reading always helped me escape when things got overwhelming. I opened my door carefully, listening for sounds of Zade in the hallway. Nothing. He was probably still outside, or in that security office he'd mentioned, or doing whatever mysterious bodyguard things he did when I wasn't around.

It’ll be about a tragic accident in the Hamptons. ​Damian, the floorboards, I whispered. ​He looked at me, and in that split second, we communicated more than we ever had in the contract. We weren't a billionaire and a debt-bride. We were two people who had found a reason to fight for something real. ​Damian didn't give her the books. He threw them. Not at her, but at the massive, floor-to-ceiling glass wall behind her. The heavy leather hit the glass with a sickening crack, and the entire wall shattered into a million shards of diamonds.

It took some minutes to get me to finally calm down and when I did, Damien once again made me sit on his lap as he gently brushed my hair to the side. “What do we do now?” I asked, impatient because I knew my shares were dropping by each passing moment. “First, we need to try to control the damages that have been done.” He said. “My teams are already trying to keep the rumors down but it’s really hard because the whole net is crazy, with everyone believing everything they see.” “Oh no.” I whimpered as more tears threatened to spill. “I have explored a lot of options and only one of them will give us the expected result and even help us in return.”

“You were a victim. But Damian doesn’t read between the lines. He reads headlines. And right now? You’re one.” She left me with that. — Downstairs, the penthouse was buzzing with activity. PR staff. Mark. A tech guy pulling up data like it was war. Damian stood at the center of it all like a general in tailored black. He didn’t look at me when I entered. “Damage projection?” he asked someone. “Twenty-eight million if this affects the investor meeting next week.” “And if we spin it as youthful rebellion?” A pause. “Maybe half.” He turned then.

"Find everything you can about Prime development, training methods, and historical attempts at control. Bring it all to me. We use every piece of information we can get." "Understood." After Silas left, Damien and I stood in the war room looking at the ancient book he had left behind. The pages were yellowed and fragile, the text written in a language I could not read but that carried weight even without understanding. "Do you think he is telling us everything?" I asked. "I think he is telling us what he believes is important. Whether that is everything, I do not know." Damien closed the book carefully. "But the information about Katrina is valuable. It gives us a template for what to avoid.