Damian Priest Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Garrick remembered that 'Damian' was now his name. Dominic saw the angry look of 'Damian', then his gaze turned cold. He wasn't a person who easily let others brag and smug in front of him, but now he had to hold his anger down, for only one reason. It was 'Damian' who was Ms Ambar's boyfriend. If he and 'Damian' got into a fight, their relationship would become very bad.

“Damien... What's wrong? Hmm?” “I don't like him,” he muttered to himself. “Why? Mark is just a friend,Damien” “A friend who likes you” I looked at him in shock. “You don't know that! Besides, Even if he happens to like me, I don't! So,rest assured. You don't have to act like this” “You are mad at me for talking with Miss Smith” he argued, referring to the time I avoided his calls and text when I saw him talking to Miss Smith last week.

Damian wanted to paint me with his own brush: a cheater using the people around them for blatant power grabs. By now, I had thought I was used enough to Damian’s various smear campaigns that his lies couldn’t make me angry. But the blatant hypocrisy of this one was enough to set my teeth on edge, even all these months later. For Damian, who’d been cheating on me with my own stepmother for years, to accuse me of being the one who betrayed our relationship for personal gain…

"Otherwise, we can't even be friends." In my past life, Damian had agreed to marry me, so why had he suddenly changed his mind? As I looked at the certainty in his eyes, I wondered if he had been reborn, too.

The headline said, ‘Damian Steele returns to girlfriend Rebecca Varga. Her eyes closed as that shot went straight through her heart. So Damian spent a full hour demanding she come down to see him last night only to go back to his girlfriend’s house? She’d only managed to sleep after convincing herself that Damian had returned to his apartment and was miserable all night, suffering the consequences of his horrible actions. But she should have known better. Damian Steele had no regard for anyone else’s feelings. He’d gone to get his dick wet and had slept like a baby. “It’s not true, Nicole.”

After all the pep talks from Mum, my sister, and Theo about how Damien was the perfect match for me and how we’d be a power couple, I was still unconvinced. Even after reminding Mum of his scandals, she just said I could “change him” once we were married. I practically rolled my eyes.

I asked. Sophy looked at me with mild surprise. “You don’t watch the news or follow any of that?” I shook my head. “Not really. It doesn’t interest me.” Chloe leaned in slightly, her voice dropping as if the walls themselves might be listening. “That’s Victoria Hale. She’s the CEO’s fiancée.” The words hit harder than I expected. Damian was engaged???

My breath snagged in my chest. Inside, the holy place looked nothing like a sanctuary. Shadows bent beneath the flickering candlelight, stretching long across the polished floor. Damian’s men lined the pews like wolves dressed for a hunt, their weapons gleaming. One stood behind the priest, the barrel of his gun pressed hard into the trembling man’s temple. The sight pierced me like ice. May God forgive them. May He forgive me for standing here. And then I saw him. Damian. He stood at the altar, tall and composed, his black suit cut sharp as a blade. When his eyes found mine, a smile tugged at his lips. It was smooth, confident… wicked. My stomach twisted in revolt. Even the devil, it seemed

There's a flash of anger in Damien's eyes as he grins coldly. "Brandon, let her go or I'll chop off that arm and make you swallow every single piece." Brandon lets go of my arm reluctantly and steps away. To my surprise, Damien takes my hand and interwines our fingers. "You're not the only one who's been cheating, Brandon." He says. "Dani is my girlfriend." ***

She kept her hand on his chest, her fingers playing with a button. I forced a smile that felt like plastic. “Nice to meet you, ma’am,” I said, even though my voice sounded far away. Damian nodded at me. “Could you make lunch for three? Elena’s staying a few days.” A few days? I nodded, turned, and walked to the kitchen on legs that didn’t feel like mine. ‘Girlfriend.’ He had a freaking girlfriend. All this time, with his mouth on me, his cock inside me, and his hands everywhere, he had a girlfriend?