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“Got it, we'll lay low.” “Another thing, Damian is a trickster,a master manipulator. Don't trust anything he offers, in fact,try not to talk to him, unless necessary.” Just then, another maid burst into the study. They both fell silent, Leah quickly flipped open the book and Rachel continued wiping. Leah took a stroll to the garden, later that day, trying to clear her head. Not quite long after she arrived, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned and her breath hitched when she saw Damian dressed sharply again in a dark coat, leaning against the stone railing.

Damian said with amusement in his voice and on his face. “Me? Do you think I have your time? I would have sent you to your father yesterday for doing this to her,” Louis glared at Damian. I was surprised, it was very rare for Louis to speak like this. Damian balled his hand into a fist, “Don't you dare drag that poor man into this,” Damian warned in a low tone, “You should stay away from my wife, so my reputation could be safe.” I almost smiled when he said wife , at least he showed me some respect but that smile immediately crashed, I should have known this was about his reputation.

This should have been the moment for Hayley to be fraught with anxiety, but instead, She was expressionless, anticipating what would happen next when Leonardo and Adrian meet. Hayley watched as Adrian turned his head to face Leonardo. "Him?" He asked skeptically. "Yes," Clara replied. Without hesitation, Adrian extended his hand towards him for a handshake. "Thank you so much for finding my daughter and her friend. I owe you one," he expressed his gratitude. "I'm Adrian. Adrian Lewis. May I know your name?" Leonardo shook his hand, stealing glances at Hayley before returning his attention to Michael. "I'm Damian. Damian Logan."

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

he whispered, his tone smooth, comforting. And just like that, she drifted into sleep. But Liam? He had work to do. Silently, he slipped out of bed, reached for his phone, and moved into the hallway. The weight of Mrs. Osmond’s confession was heavy in his mind as he dialed Damien’s number. The line rang once. Twice. Then— “It’s done,” Liam murmured when Damien picked up. “Got what you need.” “Good,” Damien replied, his voice calm but laced with anticipation. “What did she spill?”

"You know, I don't know why I didn't join to beat him up. He deserved it," We laugh, recalling these stupid memories. "Damon was a bit weird though," I think back of the mysterious man. "Something was off. He just seemed out of this place. Out of this world, even." Juliet chuckles, "Because he's too damn attractive?" "Haha, very funny. He's just different,"

“Dam!” Avery followed her best friend outside, but she couldn't catch him. Damian started his car and left as quickly as he could. “Dam,” Avery watched the black car until it left the parking lot. She sighed heavily and came back to their loft. She took a shower and sent an assignment to her professor. The loft was unusually quiet as Damian would be watching his favorite tv show or would be listening to music in his room. Avery was not used to this calm. The two roommates she ever had, Emma and Damian, never let her feel alone

The Mafia King even had the police eating out of his hands and was untouchable. Whereas Damien was the techy business survey one. An expert in all things business and the money generator of the family. Both were the pride of joys to their Father for their accomplishments and talents which had made his legacy grow to what it was now. “IS it about Ava,” Upon hearing say her name, Damien quickly turned and glared at his brother. Wondering how he already knew about her, Was it Ben? Had his assistant ran his mouth, Damien could not help but wonder,

“Aaron’s been on fire lately. Guy’s unstoppable when he’s pissed off. You two talk much?” The question landed like a stone in still water. Leon’s fingers tightened on the camera again. “Not really,” he lied. “We… ran into each other a few times. That’s all.” Damian studied him for a moment, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes. “He’s not as bad as people think, you know. Loud, yeah. Cocky as hell. But he’s got shit going on at home. Rich parents don’t always mean easy life.” Leon almost laughed. ‘If only you knew.’