Novel & Cerita Damian Priest Wife

"Mr. Kingsley, sorry if this is too personal, but we're all curious. What's Mr. Kingsley's status? Are you married?" "I'm a widower." The nurses cheered excitedly, some of them shouting, "That means you're still available, right!" Damian chuckled, but then he raised his hand to calm the crowd. "I'm a widower, yes. But I already have someone in mind for a wife." Everyone turned to look at Damian with curious expressions. I felt my heart pounding hard. Damian looked directly at me. "She's in this room. A woman I love very much, someone I hurt in the past, and who I'm now trying to win back."

Chapter 12 Grace Wilson POV The Priest family is something out of this world. They’re the type of family you see in Hallmark movies. Their mother is loving and very stern with her sons. When Damian gives snide remarks, she glares at him, and he shuts his mouth. When she asks Rowan about planning the wedding and he gives her one-word answers to show he has zero interest in something she glares at him, and he gives her the answers she wants afterward. It’s a family dynamic I’ve only ever seen in movies.

Even though he has proven that he is a good finance manager, I know well enough that none of the men sitting in this chamber, including myself, have a single shred of respect for him as he was easily bent backwards by his wife Emilia. Damion on the other hand is a different man. He married the second sister of the queen Merry and has a beautiful daughter with her called Cilvia. The two women in his life had been nothing but obedient and loving towards him, but it doesn't stop him from beating them. I don't know if my father knew of the fact that he has a very dangerous man sitting in his council. But if it was up to me, I would have had him kicked out or at least spend a few years in the low

Damian answered without hesitation. "Aurora Thorne, do you take Damian as your husband…" Silence. The whole room fell dead quiet. "Aurora Thorne," the priest repeated, "do you…" "I do not." My voice rang out clear and cold, echoing through the chapel and into millions of homes watching live. Damian's face darkened instantly. The room erupted into chaos. Staff tried to cut the feed, but Damian stopped them. He seized my wrist. "Enough!" "It's not!" I yanked free, trying to say more.

But most of all, I remembered the way he had hurt me. I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the present. Damian's eyes locked onto mine, filled with a deep sadness. I knew he was aware of my reasons for marrying him, and I could sense his gratitude. He had probably thought I had think it through enough not knowing I had seen that report on the table when I had visited him that day. "Do you Damian Worthington take Freya Smith as your lawfully wedded wife? To protect and honor her? In good and bad health? For richer and for poorer?" the priest stated to Damian.

he whispered and I also took his hand with a loving smile plastered on my face as I got on the podium with him. “This woman standing right there with me isn't just my assistant..” Damian paused and stared at me with those affectionate eyes of his and I felt butterflies in my stomach. “She's my wife and we've been married for over a year now.” Damian finally dropped the bomb and Soon enough Cameras were already clicking, I felt dizzy from all the flash.. “If she's indeed your wife, why is she working as your assistant instead of being part of the board?” Another reporter asked curiously and I decided to answer that myself.

I opened my mouth but before anything could come out of it, the priest intervened. "Do you, Damien Victor, accept Angel Smith as your wife?" "I do," Damien said without hesitation or wasting a single second. Our eyes were locked and none of us even blinked. "Do you, Angel Smith, accept Damien Victor as your husband?" He asked me. "I do!" "I now pronounce you husband and wife," the priest announced. My heart swelled with emotions held back for years.My attention was diverted when I heard loud claps and whistles from our family members. My eyes were moving over all of them when they stopped on Richard. He was standing there with a wide smile on his lips and small tears in his eyes.

She looks beautiful, I suppose. The priest begins to speak. His words are a low hum in the background of my mind. People laugh at some point—a joke about "newly weds"—but I don't register it. I just want this to be over and go to sleep, and maybe therapy too. "Do you, Damian Sterling," the priest intones, "take Lorraine Belrose to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse-"

“Stupid how?” “He fell in love with a woman like Lira,” she said simply. “I didn’t think she actually loved him, not at first. But the spell worked, so… yes, she must have loved him enough to make the sacrifice possible.” Then she turned to me, “Again, sorry.” I felt a prickle crawl up my spine. “Did Damian have a family?” “Yes,” she said without hesitation. “A wife. Two children. The girl was four at the time. But he chose Lira over them. Chose her over everything.”

We turned toward the priest, and the ceremony began. “Alexander Maverick Damian Sky, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in (holy) matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?“ The pastor asked. Damian smiled at me so sweetly, making my heart beat fast, before saying, “I do.”