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Damian left the hospital too and suddenly Damian pulled me, “Fai, can we have a word?” We went to the parking area and I decided to enter my car and he followed me, sat in my passenger seat. “After hearing it from Anna, I was thinking if Olivia might be involved in this!” He started to talk “I just want to make sure, is she showing interest in Anna? If yes, she usually ask more about her,” He added “Besides you, yes she keeps asking about Anna.” I answered him, however I was worried if Damian ask me more “Did she know?” Damian's voice was deep

He was carrying something heavier. “What happened?” Eli asked quietly. Damian didn’t answer right away. He crossed the room, checked the locks again, checked the curtains, then finally dropped into the chair at the dining table. He rubbed his temple with one hand, the other tapping against the wood in a rhythm too precise to be random. “I found Cole,” he said finally. “And?” Lily pressed. Damian looked at her, then at Eli, then away. “He says the leak isn’t him. He pointed to someone else.”

Leo continued, “You seem to think every problem can be fixed with money. New clothes, expensive school, bigger room, fancy food. Maybe you should try talking to me instead.” Damien’s jaw tightened. “I am talking to you.” “No. You’re interviewing me.” “I’m trying to get to know you.” “You should’ve started twelve years ago.” The room went quiet, Damien looked down for a moment, struggling to control his emotions. “I know I wasn’t there,” he said quietly. “But I’m here now.” Leo’s expression hardened. “Congratulations.” Damien looked up. Leo picked up his juice and took a sip. “You showed up. Do you want a trophy?”

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

Leila . . Damien shouldn’t be here. His father was Tony Smith, an American—not Italian. I knew that much, yet here he was standing before me in flesh, cloaked in a name that ignited fear at every nook and cranny of Las Vegas. Leonardo Alvaro. Of every monster in the Alvaro family, Leonardo was the worst. The most brutal. The most feared. There was a saying that you must have committed a grave sin to cross paths with Leonardo.

Damian drove with both hands on the wheel, his focus straight ahead. No music. No small talk. Nothing. I glanced at him briefly. His jaw was slightly tight. His expression distant. Thinking. Always thinking. My chest tightened again. “Damian…” I said softly. He didn’t look at me immediately. “Hmm?” I hesitated. Then— “How bad is it… really?” He exhaled slowly. Still not looking at me. “Bad enough that I can’t ignore it.” My fingers curled slightly in my lap. “And the name?”

“Your office attire shows off your curves while you bend over my desk. You argue with me because you know it turns me on.” Her breath hitched. “I do not—” “Lie to me again and I’ll bend you over right here,” he cut in, eyes dark with hunger. Elena’s cheeks burned. She lifted her chin, trying to be brave. “You’re my boss. This is inappropriate.” Damon laughed in a dirty manner lowly. “Inappropriate? Baby, I’ve watched you squeeze your thighs together every time I give you an order. I know you go home and touch that pretty pussy thinking about me.”

Louis's figure was well known to the public because of his role as a leader of a large company and his past involvement in politics. News of Louis's departure began to spread throughout the country, including Damian, who was now resting from his bedroom activities. The man was sitting on the sofa with Issabella on his lap, enjoying dinner while watching TV. "Finally," Damian said when he saw the news reporting Louis's death. Damian's words caused a faint wrinkle on Issabella's forehead as she hugged him tightly. "Finally what, dear? What's ending?"

I turned and walked out of the room. THE BREAKFAST TABLE The kitchen was quiet. Leo was eating cereal, swinging his legs. He looked normal. Happy. Damian was standing by the coffee machine. He turned when I entered. He was dressed in a suit as well sharp, tailored, and intimidating. His face was composed, his expression neutral. "Good morning," he said. His voice was polite. Professional. It was the voice he used for Council delegates. "Morning," I replied, forcing a casual tone. I went to the cabinet to get a mug. "Coffee is fresh," Damian said. "Thanks." We moved around each other like magnets with the same polarity, repelling whenever we got too close. The air between us was thick with th

Maybe it was because I had freed myself of the burden of that lie. *** *** *** “You won't believe what I'm watching,” Damion said as soon as I picked his call. “What now?” I asked, logging my schedule for the rest of the week into my automated AI assistant. “Dave Whyte is on national fucking televison. And this is not the only channel he's going to be speaking with from the look of things.” I took a second to process what he had just told me. “This shit cannot be happening, Damion. Why are you telling me this? You were supposed to take care of it.”