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I said to distract her and because she smiled. She gave me a small kiss on the cheek. “That sounds like a plan.” *** “We found more information on Damien. Apparently, he is in the States. He lives in a small town in Wyoming.” Lorenzo said, showing me the screen to show me a file with the information that he had on Damien. “He looks like any normal guy,” I muttered. Now, I understand why his face was so familiar to me. He looked like my father and, by default, shared some features with me. I hated him so much.

They were the type that broke women's heart with their charming faces and slept with them only to dump them afterwards. "Well, well, well, if it isn't my little cousin",Damian said and crossed his legs as he sipped his tea. He had short spiky dark hair and silver eyes. He was as handsome as the devil and he knew it. His older brother Alexander was more matured and reserved. He had long dark hair, reaching his shoulders and identical silver eyes. He had an aristocratic face and there seemed to be a permanent smirk stamped on his face. They were both in their early twenties. "Why do you care what I do with the maid?" Damian continued. "She's just a serving girl, even though she's incredibly se

Damian stuck his hands in his pockets and looked at Orpah, saying in a calm manner, "My name is Damian Luther." When Orpah heard his name, her expression changed at once. She exclaimed, "You're Damian Luther? The person who killed Black Bjorn and Albin White?" Damian nodded indifferently at her and said, "Yes, I killed them. So what?" Orpah's expression wouldn't stop changing. In the end, she grinned cynically at him and said, "You killed two out of the Four Fighters. You're pretty ruthless, aren't you?

Wayne bows deeply and retreats, the door clicking shut behind him. Damian stands alone for a moment, the plan solidifying in his mind. He strips efficiently, shedding his clothes until his skin is bare to the air. His cock hangs heavy between his thighs, already thickening with the anticipation of the hunt. He pulls a silk robe from the wardrobe, sliding the smooth fabric over his broad shoulders and tying it loosely at the waist. It hides nothing, the slit gaping open to reveal his muscular legs and the shadow of his manhood. He does not believe there is an omega alive who can resist him when he decides to make a move, and he intends to prove it tonight.

Damian was already there, his figure silhouetted against the shadows. “You came,” he said, his voice echoing in the vast space. “I want answers,” I said, stepping closer. He smirked, gesturing to a chair across from him. “Then sit. Let’s talk.” I hesitated but finally sat, keeping my distance. “Start talking.” Damian leaned back, his expression almost amused. “You’re direct. I like that about you.” “Don’t waste my time, Damian,” I snapped. “What do you know about Ethan? And why do you care about me?”

“Damian… please.” His touch paused. Then his lips brushed her ear. “He’s not just anyone. He’s my half-brother.” Lydia’s entire body went still. Damian’s hand still lingered between her legs, warm and maddening. But her blood turned to ice. “He—what?” “Not my father’s son,” Damian said darkly. “My mother’s. Born from a man no one dares name in this house.” She searched his face. “Is he the reason Vivienne left?”

It has been less than a year and Damien is looking like a Greek God already. "wow this guy is terrifying, Luca said" I agree with him, we all command power but this guy at his age, I bet after his training none of us can compete with him. "He is the son of Maria and a dangerous mafia leader, do you think he will look weak," Mrs Andriano asked. I hugged my wife and kissed her, you got me worried. "I am here now" Don't ever repeat that "yes sir" Damian shakes hands with his uncle first then Mrs Andriano pulled him to her side and hugged him.

I wasn’t to gather any information, just pick up any red flags during my interview. Oh, what else? Right Damien is left-handed. He had a sweet tooth, he loved watching football. He even played in high school, until a knee injury. His knee pains when it’s raining or cold. Damien makes a mean sandwich but can’t cook to save his life. He loved eating Mia’s food the most. I’ve also learnt Mia isn’t the help, more like the protector of all the Priest secrets. Damien has degrees in business, finance, and sports administration. He’s lifelong goal is to buy a football team. He’s looking into Phili or the Chief’s.

She paused at two names:Wyatt and Damian. Wyatt was a surgeon, but he knew Marvin. It wouldn't be safe to involve him. “I'll call Damian. He studied medicine and did an internship in his family's hospital. Plus, he's unaware of who Marvin is,"Renee told Sarah. Dialing Damian’s number, Renee remembered that he had once blacklisted her, but it appeared that he had now removed her from the list, giving her a chance to reach him.

A reminder etched into me, linking us together. I swallowed hard. “So tell me. Who are you, really?” He hesitated, as if the question itself was dangerous. Then, slowly, he turned toward me, the fire in his eyes dimming into something more vulnerable. “My name is Damian Blackthorn. I was born before your world had names for gods. I have walked through empires that crumbled into dust, through wars written out of your history books. My existence is bound by law—observe, never interfere. And until you, I obeyed.”