Damian Priest Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Damien lit his cigar and looked at Mahoney, who was looking at an open folder. "Well?" Damien asked. "You would be pleased to know that I've got a lot of dirt about your little girlfriend there," Mahoney smirked. "She is my fiancée now and you better address her respectfully if you know what's good for you," Damien said firmly. "Chill, bro. I didn't mean to sound disrespectful," Mahoney quickly said. "Tell me," Damien urged him. He was starting to feel impatient.

the Priest said. Damian unveiled his bride. Seeing her teary eyes, his heart sank. He looked into her eyes and captured her lips. It was soft and tasted like candy, which he savored. It was Layla’s first kiss and this was not how she had planned for it to happen. At the same time, a lady stood at the entrance. She arrived late and her eyes met a heartbreaking scene. It wasn’t a mistake. Damian was about to kiss Layla the first time the priest asked him to do so but was Interrupted by

Shame and guilt. Damian wasn't going to go to Brylski's room, he wanted to talk to him through the balcony, so he put his phone down on the night table. When he returned to his room after the intoxicating moments, he reflexively checked his phone and saw that someone had tried to contact him. And it wasn't anyone. It was Justyna, his fiancée! Damian, the biggest moron and scoundrel in the world, had a fiancée and slept with a guy! And not once, but twice in one night!

But before he could reach me, Vivian caught his arm. “Damian,” she said sharply, her eyes cutting toward me. “Is something going on between you and this girl?” He didn’t even flinch. He smirked, then glanced at me. “Yeah. Lila’s my girlfriend.” The air shifted instantly. Gasps rippled through the room. My stomach dropped. I froze, unsure if I should be horrified or honored. Brandon leaned in, his voice was low and furious. “What the hell are you talking about? Girlfriend? Since when do you do girlfriends?”

“That’s what I thought. No matter what I said, you wouldn't believe me. She is your beloved sister, someone you trust so much, even more than your own mother. You repeatedly told me not to inform anyone of our arrangement, yet you told her. And me? Who am I to you? A contractual fiancée, a contractual Luna. What we have is fake. Everything is fake. I’m just another she-wolf who needed your help and in turn could help you too, and more than that, an easy toy you could use whenever you needed to fuck so the Elders wouldn’t see you fucking others and found out whatever we have is just a sham.” I knew my words were harsh. I knew I shouldn't have said any of those words, but I couldn’t keep them

"Tell me this is a misunderstanding, tell me you haven't been stupid enough to get involved with a man of the church." "It's not a misunderstanding." I leaned against the wall, suddenly exhausted. "His name is Damien and I love him and tomorrow morning there's going to be a story about his past and our relationship." "His past?" Suspicion sharpened his tone. "What past?" "Before he became a priest he killed someone." The words came out flat. "He worked for criminals and murdered a teenager and then found God and came here to atone. And I fell in love with him knowing all of that."

I asked, rolling my eyes at him. What he said next killed my confidence in an instant. Damian used his gun to point at my private region and said, "Your body and that untouched hole of yours. That's the only weapon that can kill Diego for sure." "Excuse me? What are you talking about?" I questioned, acting confused. "Did you just call my V untouched? Goodness!" I laughed, swaying my head at Damian. "You still think that I'm a virgin? Grow up, Damian. Let go of your crazy fantasy about being my first because that plan has sailed and sunk. The prize has been taken by Diego, and you can't get it back."

Chloe said, kissing him. Brian kissed her back, but he stopped kissing her when she began unbuttoning his shirt. "Don’t seduce me, you need to take your drugs" "I don’t want to" She whines, dancing on his lap and Brian laughed. ****** •LOUNGE, LATER THAT NIGHT• Damien sits with his friends in their private lounge. He has just two friends; Philip and vinson. They have been friends since childhood and they all have their own companies, but Damien is the richest one among his friends, cuz he is a billionaire.

She nodded slowly, but her eyes lingered on me — too perceptive, too knowing. And I couldn’t shake the feeling that the message wasn’t entirely wrong. Because in that moment, staring at her — at the woman who made my house feel like a home again — I realized something that chilled me to the bone. I loved her. But I didn’t know her at all. Damian walks to his study later that evening. He reopens the anonymous message. Beneath it, a single photo loads — blurry, grainy — showing Vivian, wearing a staff badge from his own company, dated months before he ever met her.

Damian Cross was my father's most promising lieutenant. To earn the right to marry me, he swore he would take over the Golden Triangle. Before he left, he kissed my forehead. "Wait for me. The whole Golden Triangle will be your wedding gift." I waited for him for three years. Three years later, he returned covered in scars, with a fragile-looking girl following behind him. By then, he had become the "Mad Dog," a man whose name struck fear into everyone in the underworld. He went down on one knee in front of my father. "She took a bullet for me. I owe her my life, and I owe her my name." My father put the black-and-gold whip in my hand. Everyone in the room was waiting for me to make h