Novel & Cerita Damian Romeo Age

The Wrong that felt Right. Damian's POV My name is Damian Vale. I'm twenty-five years old and the only son of industrialist Maxwell Vale. I'm the heir to a huge fortune that can buy politicians and banks. When people hear my name, they think of power, beauty, and honor. But they failed to see the cage.

"They're happy for us. You don't need to feel guilty at all." "Can I ask you something?" asked Gretchen as she played with the sparse black hair on his chest. "217," said Damien. Gretchen pushed herself up on her elbow. "Are you fucking serious? You're 217 years old?" Damien smiled and nodded. "I am serious." "Well, you look pretty goddamn good, let me tell you." Gretchen laid her chin on his chest and looked in his eyes. "Thank you," he said as he pushed her hair behind her ear.

Damian entered Vincent's ward while Ashton and jack waited outside to give them privacy. Damian looked at Vincent and smiled. Vincent was a man in his late 50s. His build and fit body was hiding his age perfectly but today he was looking tired. He had the same eyes like rose, stormy grey orbs and raven black hair. Rose definitely got her features from her father. Stella was there with them too but damian ignored her. "Damian my boy... How are you?..." Vincent asked smiling. "It should be me asking you that uncle. How are you feeling now..."

All this while, the Damian in question remained quiet, his face still hidden under the hoodie. “I told you I could handle this, didn't I?” he asked with gritted teeth, feeling betrayed. “It didn't seem like you could. We have to do what's best for us.” the English replied and flashed him an annoying smile. Romano knew he was trying to annoy him but he didn't budge. “Nice to meet you, Damian. I'm the famous Romano Rossi you must have been hearing of.” Romano said, extending his hand for his handshake while feeding his ego.

“ Damian , you better tell me . I don’t like putting people to report me on everything that you do so be a good boy and tell me the whole story . “ said madam Diana . “ If I tell you , you are sure to nag me for a very very very long time . “ said Damian . “ I promise I won’t nag you . I just want to know . If it’s something concerning your health , you better go and get checked . I am serious . “ said madam Diana . “ Are you sure ? “ asked Damian with a disbelieving expression . “ I promised you , didn’t I ?…….I know that you are very special with your composure and body structure so you should be extra careful . “ said madam Diana . “ I am fine mother . There’s nothing wrong with me . It’s

"That was the most perfect speech I have ever heard in my entire life someone please give this young lady a standing ovation tell me we are you ever in Theater arts no you are a writer or could it be that you have a thing for poetry I have always wanted to meet a poet but you are truly exceptional forgive my rudeness you may know me but still allow me to introduce myself I am Matteo's friend Damian Russo both of us go away back isn't that right amigo" You have got to be joking was Damian Russo Now talking me why do I always see him everywhere I am even though I was not in love with Mia I didn't want her to get close to the likes of Damien bats man was a devil spawn himself nothing good ever

Alex seemed to be quite shocked by Damien's request, but he didn't bother to show it. Damien on the other hand didn't want anything alcoholic. He wanted to be sober for a while... At least until he was ready to go on his bout against the Rogue Wolves. He knew that if he took any drop of alcohol in his taste, he would end up drinking himself to stupor, and that was the last thing he needed right now. "Okay, then. I'll go fetch Ariel and tell her to make a hot cup of tea. I'll see you in a bit", he said a d with that, he left the conference room... *********

It was him – standing over me with a satisfied smirk, as if ruining my day was his birthright. Damian Hayes. Quarterback of Ridgewood High. Rich, hot, and cruel as hell. “Oops,” he drawled, tilting his head mockingly. His sharp jawline looked sculpted from stone, his messy brown hair falling perfectly over his dark green eyes. “Looks like someone’s too clumsy to even hold a tray.” I swallowed down the lump in my throat. “Fuck you, Damian.” His smile widened into a wicked grin. He leaned down, so close his breath tickled my ear. “You wish, princess.”

"You don't smile like that often." "Oh my God." Damian lowered his head slightly. His voice became quieter. More dangerous. "I don't like him." Enola nearly laughed. "He's twenty-eight." "I don't care." "He's an actor." "I don't care." "It was work." "I still don't care." Enola closed her eyes. Briefly. Trying to remain patient. Damian suddenly pulled her up from the sofa. One arm wrapped around her waist. Firm. Possessive. Enola immediately placed both hands against his chest.

“I know you’re keeping something from me.” Damian exhaled sharply, leaning back in his chair. “Sienna, it’s complicated.” “No,” she shot back. “It’s simple. Either we’re in this together, or you keep shutting me out and let me walk away.” That hit him harder than he expected. His expression darkened. “You’re not walking away.” “Then tell me what’s going on.” He studied her, the fire in her eyes. She deserved the truth. “Luca Romano wants revenge,” Damian admitted. “He lost millions when Morelli went down, and he blames me. He’s coming for everything I have.”