Damian Priest Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sophia's POV “Wait…” I said slowly. “You know Kyle’s ex-wife?” Damien’s silence was louder than an answer. He just kept his eyes on the people buying gas, his expression unreadable, but that silence told me everything. I swallowed hard against a hard lump, my mind reeling. Damien had known this the whole time, and said nothing? Damien didn't even flinch. He remained calm, but his eyes were more piercing than usual. "Yes. Turns out his first wife is an attorney. A bitch attorney. And his second wife? She's friends with one of my clients."

The camera zoomed. The man they referred to as Liam, looked like he’d crawled out of hell and forgotten to shower. Even under a clean button-down and combed hair, the damage was obvious…swollen left eye almost shut, purple bruises blooming across his cheekbone and jaw, split lip, limping slightly on his left leg. He kept his head down, but the cameras caught every wince. And walking beside him…head high, expression steely…was none other than Carlos Osmond’s wife. The woman I’d pulled from the brink of death. The woman the whole world thought Damien had murdered.

Luciana shot back. “Grandma!” “What? Have you changed your mind? Are you finally planning to get married and give me a great-grandchild soon?” Luciana suddenly turned around, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she looked at her grandson. “I have no intention of doing anything that ridiculous,” Damian replied coldly. “Why? I heard rumors that you’re going to marry Leah Sinclair soon.” “Where did you hear such cheap gossip, Grandma?” “What do you think?” Luciana challenged him right back.

Damian was apparently having the same thoughts as me, because as soon as I was safely inside the car, he turned to the paparazzi. "It’s not the public’s business to know about what we're doing or what's going on in my personal life. But I do want to address one thing, as my wife’s name is being dragged in this entire situation. It's not fair for my wife to be treated harshly for decisions I've made in the past. Just to make things crystal clear. My first wife and I have been separate for a few years, and we are currently in the process of finalizing our divorce, so no, I do not have two wives! My one and only wife is Bianca- Salvatore Moretti."

Seth reminded as Damien was about leaving. Damien turned to him and nodded. “Yes, my wife told me. If I can’t make it, I’d let you know. I’m actually here to keep my family in a hotel due to the recent attack in my home.” Seth nodded understandably. “Good luck with that then. I hope to see you on Monday. And congratulations on your marriage, I didn’t see the media carrying that.” “They didn’t know.” Damien winked before walking off. Meanwhile Seth watched him leave. Did he just share a confidential message with him? If the media didn’t know, then the marriage was done in secret?

Damian said and got up to leave. Damian walked into the ward and saw his wife kneeling on the floor, her face red from all the crying she had done. He just couldn't bring himself to tell her what the doctor said. He walked to her and and pulled her up on her feet before hugging her letting her cry her heart out. "I want to find the person responsible for my dad's condition. I want to pay for it," Maya sobbed. "Don't worry wife.... I will find whoever did that," Damian assured her whiles patting her back lovingly.

“My child is dead.” Damian’s mother sighed softly, the sound almost bored. “She served her purpose. The tragedy is that it ended prematurely.” That was when Damian moved. The sound of his fist striking marble echoed like a gunshot. The table cracked. Everyone froze. Damian turned slowly, eyes blazing, something feral rising behind them. “Say her name properly,” he said, voice low and lethal. “Seraphina Vale was my wife.” His father frowned. “Watch your tone.” “No,” Damian snapped. “You watch yours.”

Oh no and he will soon be my husband, I wondered to myself as my eyes flicked everywhere but at Damian's face who gave me a nonchalant look. I nervously fidgeted on my stance as I managed to control my breath which was coming with heavy and loud gasps. The priest cleared his throat, “Do you Sophia Davies, take Damian to be your lawful wedded husband in pain and laughter, in happiness and sorrow, in health and sickness?”

Knowing that Selena is running towards his son, and that his son is bringing her to him, feels good, being able to be involved in the life of her son again who has long antagonized her. His second marriage was something Damian hated, his current wife having died of age. Until Damian grew up, Damian immediately separated himself from his father, forgetting everything Hendry had worked for him. And he 'collected' women, which he said was to keep him away from the diseases out there. He gets these women from unexpected places and in weakened conditions.

I said. "I hope so. I want to be a good father to her. To both of them. Liam and Elena." "You already are. You show up. You're present. You love them. That's what matters." We sat in comfortable silence. Elena sleeping. The hospital quiet. "We did it," Damian said. "Got married. Had a baby. All in one day." "We did. Quite a day." "I love you. Both of you. All three of you including Liam." He looked at me. "Thank you. For giving me another chance. For trusting me again. For this family."