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I watched the rest of the video in horror. "Damian reached out to me a few weeks ago" Karen continued. She was lying. Every word was a complete lie. "He said he made a mistake choosing Bella over me. That he realized during their separation what he really wanted. We've been taking things slow. Seeing where this goes. I don't want to jinx anything but......I'm hopeful. Some people are meant to be together no matter how many obstacles life throws at them." The video ended with Karen blowing a kiss to the camera. Within an hour it had a hundred thousand views. Within two hours every tabloid was running stories about Damian leaving me for his former mistress. Within three hours my phone was comp

She kept her hand on his chest, her fingers playing with a button. I forced a smile that felt like plastic. “Nice to meet you, ma’am,” I said, even though my voice sounded far away. Damian nodded at me. “Could you make lunch for three? Elena’s staying a few days.” A few days? I nodded, turned, and walked to the kitchen on legs that didn’t feel like mine. ‘Girlfriend.’ He had a freaking girlfriend. All this time, with his mouth on me, his cock inside me, and his hands everywhere, he had a girlfriend?

His fingers dug deeper into my waist as he pulled me closer into his chest. His eyes flickered to Henry, and the grin widened just a bit before he dropped the grenade on them, voice calm, like he was talking about the weather. “I’m Damian,” he said. “Cindy’s boyfriend.” What! Damian?! He let the silence stretch, letting it sink in. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you all.”

And who is the woman with him? “Elle. Meet Vanessa. My new girlfriend.” My knees nearly buckle. Girlfriend? “Damien, what are you talking about? We’ve been together for five years! I am your girlfriend!” Damien doesn't look guilty. Instead, he throws his head back and laughs. It is a loud, mocking sound that draws the attention of the surrounding tables. “Girlfriend?” Damien sneers, leaning forward. “Elle, look at yourself in the mirror. Did you honestly believe a man like me would actually date a girl like you?”

“Let me guess sir, you haven’t checked social media today?” Damien glared at him. “Right. You haven’t,” he muttered and then he pulled out his own phone, he searched for a blog and then he turned the phone to Damien. He looked like he was out of air and was being tortured as he stared back at the phone in horror. “What is wrong with the people in this city?” Damien said under his breath as he read the outline for what looked like a million times. “Damien Blackwell and Adrian Hales caught in heated altercation, says ex girlfriend moved on to quickly for him to believe; accuses her of cheating while fiancée stands and watch.”

He wrapped on of his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to towards him. “Good night princess.” He muttered with his eyes shut tightly. “Goodnight Damian.” I answered as I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep. **************************** “Really?? Damian’s really going to Paris with Selina?” The unknown man said with a dark cackle erupting from his lips. “Yes boss. The informant just told me.” Leo answered. “That’s great. It only means that they have gotten really close. Probably in love. Everything’s just going my way. Call her and tell her it is time.” The boss said.

"I thought she had the right to know." “It doesn't matter, Zayn," I said, my voice firm. "The fact remains that Damien has a girlfriend who is heavily pregnant. He's not available." Zayn's eyes went wide with shock, and he stumbled back a step. "What? I had no idea," he said, sounding genuinely taken aback. I nodded, but deep down I was feeling sad that this was a hopeless cause. Zayn stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me in a hug. "I love you, you know that right?"

she says softly, like she didn’t just nuke the universe. Damian doesn’t speak or blink. I smirk up at him, still dazed but victorious. “Excusee brother, my girlfriend needs me.” I say emphasizing on the word ‘ girlfriend’ just to piss him off even more. Kira leans closer, her breath warm against my cheek. “Goodnight your highness,” she waves at Damian but he just stands there gutted with his jaw tight and eyes locked on her like he’s trying to figure out if what he saw was real.

His insistence that this was bigger than business. Damian lifted his glass but didn’t drink. His voice dropped, lower now, as if the walls themselves might be listening. “The person who set the fire in Germany…” He paused. My jaw tightened at the deliberate beat he left in the air. “…and vandalized the containers in Paris…” He finally looked at me, unflinching. “…is Natalie Montgomery.” The name slammed into the space between us. My grip tightened around the stem of my glass. “And,” Damian continued, almost as if driving the knife deeper on purpose, “she’s not just Elisha’s sister. She’s my girlfriend.”

Even Damian was no longer afraid that his father would kick him out of the Tomhiil family. In Damian's heart, he always remembered what his father had done to Damian's childhood. More or less, he was saved by the figure of his father's best friend, who was none other than Joy's father. A friend who had always been anchored in Damian's heart. “Tell me who that woman is?” Damian's father asked clearly, bringing Damian out of his past memories. “She's my girlfriend.” Damian answered without hesitation. It was true that he had set his heart on Sira. But that made Damian a bit worried that his father would go further.