Damian Priest Wife Novels & Stories

Damian woke up when she got out of his hold and followed her behind. "Rose, what's happening?..." She flushed it and washed her mouth. "I don't know." She breathed out. Damian carried her to the bed and called the doctor. The doctor checked her and took her blood for blood test. He gave her some medicines for now and left. "Take rest okay?..." Damian kissed her forehead and she nodded. "I can't believe this... You are my wife now..." He said grinning and she narrowed her eyes at him. "I am not your wife Mister. This marriage is legally null and void as I didn't gave my consent to it, neither I signed the marriage certificate..."

I was Damian Valenti’s legal wife. But to the rest of New York, Sofia Bellini was the woman he planned to marry—and I was the pregnant mistress who refused to let him go. Damian said it was only for show. Sofia’s husband had died saving his life, and he had promised to protect her. She needed the wedding and the title of Donna. I already had what mattered: his love, his fortune, and our real marriage. At least, that was what Damian believed. He was so certain I would understand that he spent our seventh anniversary helping Sofia choose her wedding dress. He never noticed that I was in the fitting room beside them, wearing the dress he had once promised to see me in. As Sofia admired herself

I screamed. “Is that a yes?” Damien was being insistent. I looked down at him again and he was watching me with an expectant hopeful look in his eyes. “Yes, you dofus! I will marry you as long as you don’t die on me.” “It is just a shoulder wound. Now that you are going to be my wife, I am not going anywhere. We have many years ahead of us with our kids. I love you Kamaria Paisley.” “I love you Damien Black,” I leaned down and kissed him.

They take what they need and discard the rest. I couldn't help but think about what Sofia had told me about his background. The current Mrs. Cavalieri wasn't his biological mother—she was his stepmother, a woman who'd married into the family for status and security. Perhaps that explained his cynical view of marriage, his apparent belief that emotional bonds were weaknesses to be avoided. "Gentlemen," Enzo's voice cut through my thoughts, "the girls are ready to serve now." I blinked, realizing I'd been lost in my own speculation about Damian's family dynamics. Carla nudged me with her elbow, and I stumbled slightly, trying to focus on the task at hand.

He walked back to his desk, pressed a button on the intercom, and spoke in a tone I had never heard before. “Mr. Cole. My office. Now.” Three minutes later, the door opened again. The manager stepped in. Smiling. Confident. Unaware. “Sir, you called for—” “Close the door,” Damian interrupted. The smile faltered slightly. The door clicked shut. Silence filled the room. Damian leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed directly on him. Cold. Sharp. Authoritative. “I’ve received a report,” Damian began slowly, “that you behaved inappropriately toward my wife.”

~SIERRA~ No, I couldn't let myself fall for him again; I couldn't betray myself. Damian was my ex-husband, and even if he was changed, I was not going to get back with him. Sure, we will share custody as a parent, but we will never get back together. I cleared my throat, which brought me out of my frozen state. I couldn't let him see that he still affected me, but before I could say a word, my phone started to ring, and I reached for it and picked it up.

On the screen, I was surrounded by a swarm of reporters, microphones practically shoved in my face. "Mr. Moore, did you see what was blowing up online yesterday? Are the rumors true? Is your wife having an affair with rising actor Damian Keane?" "Your wife was spotted meeting Damian Keane late at night. Any comment?" ... Yesterday, footage of Gloria and Damian showing up together at a charity gala had blown up online. In the video, Damian was wearing a red suit while Gloria held onto his arm, glowing beside him in the crowd. But Gloria supposedly hated guys wearing red.

This was the kind of prove I needed from Damian when I first woke up in the hospital, when he took me home, and told me that I was his wife. He didn't have anything to show. Why did he do this to me? All these years I have been living a lie, thinking that I was his wife. Damian ruined my life, keeping me locked up in his house for years, acting as if Mateo De Luca was a bad man.

And now someone else was living her dream. Her heart hurt just looking at it. She turned her eyes to Damien. He stood at the altar, still and quiet, like a man waiting to be punished. His eyes didn’t look happy. They didn’t even look at Katherina. They were filled with guilt. Then the priest spoke. “Do you, Damien Blackwood, take Katherina Rodriguez to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Adrianna’s whole body tensed. Please say no. Look at me. See the truth.

He gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice, “Damian, you have no idea who you have just messed with. I will kill you all! I will kill every damn member of your family, and you will watch me do it! I will make sure that you endure pain worse than death itself!” … Meanwhile, Damian was basking in his wife’s praises as she congratulated him. “Honey, I never knew that you are such a bad person. Why didn’t you tell me that you had such a grand plan?” Damian laughed. He was sitting in his new office as he watched people moving up and down and around the city. “I wanted it to be a surprise. I just wanted them to think that they have the upper hand, and I am nothing but a poor church mouse.”