Damian Wayne Birthday

In der Nacht unseres neunten Hochzeitstags brachte mir mein Ehemann – Damian Grant, der Mann, der am Tag die Mafia beherrschte und einst bei Nacht mein Herz regierte – keine Rosen. Er schenkte den Strauß, der mir hätte gehören sollen, Serena Lane, seiner persönlichen Assistentin. Unter dem Kronleuchter, bei dem wir einst an unserem Hochzeitsabend getanzt hatten, wandte er sich mir zu – mit demselben kalten Charme, mit dem er mir früher süße Nichtigkeiten ins Ohr geflüstert hatte: „Sie ist schwanger.“ Endlich ergab alles Sinn. „Sie ist wählerisch beim Essen. Von heute an wirst du ihr drei Mahlzeiten am Tag kochen. Und keine Wiederholungen. Außerdem ist sie sensibel und hasst es, allein zu schlafen. Du wirst also deine Sachen ins Gästezimmer bringen.“ Der Raum verstummte. Ich erhob nicht die Stimme, vergoss keine einzige Träne. Ich nahm einfach meinen bereits gepackten Koffer und ging zur Tür. Der Butler versuchte, mich aufzuhalten, doch Damian blinzelte nicht einmal. „Sie kommt zurück.“ Er schwenkte träge den Wein in seinem Glas. „Sie kommt innerhalb von drei Tagen weinend und flehend zurück.“ Ein Gelächter brach unter unseren Gästen aus. Sie schlossen direkt vor meinen Augen eine Wette über eine Million Dollar ab. Sie wetteten darauf, ob ich noch vor Ablauf der Nacht zurückkommen und Damian anflehen würde, mich wieder hereinzulassen – wie ein erbärmlicher Straßenköter mit eingeklemmtem Schwanz. Doch sie wussten nicht, dass ich bereits das Familienerbstück meines leiblichen Vaters erhalten hatte. Ich hatte meinen Flug gebucht, weit weg von allen, die ich je gekannt hatte. Dieses Mal war ich wirklich gegangen.

My wife, wanting to spend a romantic birthday date with her first love, added a dose of sleeping medication to the milk bottle of our sick, crying daughter. The medicine took effect, and our daughter drifted into a deep sleep, which allowed them to enjoy a romantic, undisturbed date together. When I came home, I found our daughter still sleeping. By the time we arrived at the hospital, it was too late. I called my wife, but she answered with irritation. "Is it because I'm celebrating Shawn's birthday that you must ruin it? I'll go home after the celebration is over." Then, she turned off her phone. Little did she know that, for the sake of one romantic date, she had taken our daughter's life.

Sirella, the bastard daughter of a powerful Alpha, possesses Moonbane, a curse that tricks wolves into thinking they’re mates. It binds her to a mission, often involving assassination. Her first target: Damian, the Alpha’s son, who betrayed her after professing love. To complete her mission, she must work with a deadly Gamma who turns out to be her mate. But with two mate bonds in play, Sirella must decide which one is real. But one thing was certain, this Gamma will destroy her before he lets her destroy him

On my fifteenth birthday, I begged my mom to teach me how to make a cream cake from scratch. We only had cream at home. No flour. So we went out to buy some. When we came back, we didn't walk into a birthday surprise. We walked in on my father pressing a strange she-wolf down onto the dining table. Cream was smeared all over her bare body. That night ended with my parents signing the Mating Dissolution Agreement. From that day on, cake became my nightmare, a taboo I could never touch. The night I mated with Alpha Kaelen of the Shadow Pack, amidst the pain and pleasure of his marking bite, I whispered in his ear. "Honey, if you ever want to end our mating, just bring me a cake." He frowned, his eyes burning with possessiveness, and kissed the words away. "Don't talk nonsense, Seraphina. You are my fated mate. How could I ever let you go?" Later, on his birthday, his intern secretary Elena ordered a three-tier luxury cake. Kaelen went into a rage, throwing both the cake and the intern out the front door. Back then, I was moved, even telling him not to be so harsh on a low-ranking wolf for my sake. But six months later, Elena had been promoted to Kaelen's personal assistant. On my birthday, she walked into my laboratory, swinging her hips, holding a burnt, homemade cake. I called Kaelen, asking him to remove the provocative item. On the other end of the line,his tone was casual. "Elena put her heart into making that for you. It would be cruel to throw it away. Be a good girl, don't be so sensitive. Have the grace of a Luna." The phone slipped from my hand. It turned out my mother wasn't wrong. Cake really is best served with a side of rejection papers.

The day my son is born, my husband holds him tightly, looking overjoyed. However, while I'm asleep, he secretly swaps my son with the child next door—his first love's baby. I act like I know nothing and arrange for someone to switch the babies back. My husband wants me to raise someone else's child as my own but has no idea he's not even the father of my son. Ten years later, I transfer all my assets to my son's name as a birthday gift. That's when my husband's first love, Amanda Larkin, crashes the birthday party. She looks at me smugly and says, "The son you've treasured for the past decade is actually mine!"

On her birthday, Vicky Shaw's beloved husband, Tyler Hart, was found to be having a candle light dinner with his childhood sweetheart. The birthday present he gave her was a text message requesting a divorce.During their three years of marriage, she did everything she could to keep him with her, throwing all the beds in the other rooms when he was not in the house so he had nowhere else to sleep other than with her.After a fateful car crash, however, she had amnesia and was no longer the woman who loved him deeply. When Tyler finally visited her in the hospital, the first thing he asked was to get her to agree to the divorce. The new Vicky agreed immediately.Everyone knew how much the old Vicky loved Tyler. Only Tyler knew he had loved her dearly.

One drunken mistake, one signed contract. And now, Noelle has to spend one year in the billionaire’s bed. Noelle's world comes crumbling when she walks into her boyfriend of three years fucking her best friend. Betrayed by her ex and suffocated by her parents’ demands, she takes her mother's advice , a blind date with a match she found on a dating app. Noelle walked into a bar looking for revenge, what she found instead was Damian Blackwood: sin in a tailored suit, the man every tabloid loved to hate. A night of whiskey and bad decisions ended with neon lights, a priest’s collar, and a marriage certificate she doesn’t remember signing. Now, she’s Mrs. Blackwood,and the billionaire isn’t letting her walk away. Damian offers her everything she thought she wanted: freedom from her family, payback against her ex, and more money than she’s ever dreamed of. But in exchange, he wants a polished wife on his arm,and a submissive partner in his bed. Noelle thought she was making a deal. Instead, she signed herself into his world of power, pleasure, and rules she never knew existed. And the fine print? It might ruin her, or awaken a desire she can’t escape.

Stripped of her birthright. Betrayed by her twin. Rejected by her mate. Laura Gilbert once destined to be Silvermoon packs luna is casted aside for lacking a wolf. Branded a traitor. Sold into slavery. Her life shatters.. until a rival Alpha sees what others don’t in her: Power. Alpha of Blackmoon pack. Damian Blake. He wants Laura’s fury not her love. Laura must decide to rise from the ashes and reclaim her fate or stay broken. Revenge has a cost… but love demands even more.

Elena Voss, the heiress to the world's largest media conglomerate, steps out of a private jet looking unassuming but is instantly mobbed by paparazzi. "Ms. Voss, what ended your four-year marriage to Mr. Black?" She flashes a confident smile. "Time to claim my trillion-dollar empire." "And the whispers of you seeing multiple suitors?" Before she can reply, a deep voice cuts in from the crowd. "All lies." Damian Black emerges, eyes locked on her. "I've got a fortune too, Elena. Why not take mine instead?"

On my 22nd birthday, my uncle Scott discovered my diary. After he found out about my secret love for him, he sent me overseas. He then spent hundreds of thousands, marrying the love of his life.