Novel & Cerita Damian Vance

Vance’s primary revenue streams crumbled in a single bloody night. I listened to the reports with my heart in my throat. Damien had abandoned all corporate diplomacy. No more meetings. No more careful strategies. He had become unchained. A one man war driven by the image of his daughter with poison on her pacifier. The thought terrified me but I understood it completely. I would have done the same if our roles were reversed.

"Don't cry." The whisper was faint and gentle, and everyone present knew that such tenderness was a luxury he only ever afforded one person: Vivian. "Go home now. I must prepare." "Will we… will we not see each other again soon?" Vivian's voice was nearly shattered. "I don't know," Damian answered bluntly. "War is unpredictable. I might die… or I might live." Vivian's body trembled. She bit her lip, stifling her sobs. "I will come again tomorrow, before you depart."

I point at Cassandra, “then threw me into the woods to die. Now you want me back because I returned with power?” Damon’s golden eyes looked pained. He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “I was wrong. Cassandra lied to me. She fed me stories about threats to the pack. I let pride and fear control me. I take back the rejection. Annie is not an Omega. She is my true mate.” Gasps spread through the crowd. Scarlett smiled through tears. Cassandra looked ready to kill. I turned to Kael. “You found me when I was broken. You gave me safety and pups. But you left me alone in that cave. You marked me without asking.”

Every step forward had felt like a battle against an invisible weight. ​Now, sitting in this bright, beautiful room surrounded by love and genuine success, that weight was entirely gone. ​Damian Vance was nothing more than a memory—a broken, ruined man who had finally realized his own mistakes too late. He was somewhere out there facing federal charges, broke, isolated, and completely powerless to touch my life ever again. When I slammed the phone down on his pathetic, tearful apology weeks ago, I hadn't just ended a conversation; I had cut the last remaining thread connecting me to his mess.

Damien didn't take his hands out of his pockets. He remained by the closed trailer door, shoulders squared, his gaze fixed on me as though he were waiting for a confession. "What did Vance say to you?" His voice was flat, carrying that controlled edge he used whenever a contract was going south. I pulled my hands from my coat pockets, keeping my phone safely hidden inside the lining. "He was asking about the south elevation layout." Damien's jaw tightened. "He was standing close enough to breathe on you, Ariana."

"I'm not going anywhere." Damian smiled jt was a brilliant, genuine, unshielded smile that lit up his entire face, erasing every dark shadow of the past. "Good," Damian murmured softly, his eyes sparkling with a playful, arrogant spark that I had missed so desperately. "Because once I get out of here... we've got a lot of lost time to make up for. And I plan on giving that niece or nephew of yours plenty of cousins to run around with." A loud, sudden gasp escaped my throat, a f blush exploding across my face as I slapped his shoulder playfully with my free hand. "Damian Vance! Serena hasn't even had her baby yet!"

She squared her shoulders, lifting her chin high, her spine turning to absolute iron as she stared directly back into his piercing, calculated eyes. "I am not ashamed of these scars, Damian," Vivienne whispered, her voice cutting through the quiet room with an intense, fierce depth of emotion. "Every single mark on my skin is a receipt for a debt that Julian Vance is going to pay back in blood. If you are looking for a fragile woman who is going to cry in the corner over her lost family, turn the limousine around right now." Damian did not blink. A slow, dark smile touched the corner of his lips as he watched the absolute fire return to her eyes. He walked across the plush rug, his heavy, de