Novel & Cerita Damian Wayne Girlfriend

"But you've had heart problems yourself. You know how bad it can get. Nina's just my associate's little sister, and that man took a bullet for me. I couldn't turn my back on that." I turned my head and looked at him. "Just your associate's little sister?" I said it quietly. "The kind of friend’s little sister you promised to marry?" "What are you talking about—" Damian's brow furrowed. "Would you stop making things up? I'm never going to marry Nina. I'm looking after her for a few days and you're this jealous? Do you know who her brother is? He saved my life." I smiled slightly and held up my phone, the screenshot I'd saved.

I could have waited for him to come home but I was too nervous to do that…we actually needed to talk. Fifteen minutes later, the car pulled up in front of the club and I hastened towards the entrance. The man stationed at the door saw me and he immediately bowed. Everyone knew who I was, Damian’s wife. Walking past him, I sauntered into the club and my eyes began to wander round, looking for my husband. I finally saw him, the two of them. He was saying something to her and she was smiling like a Cheshire cat. My anger skyrocketed but I kept my cool. He has a wife but he thinks it’s better to hang out with his ex-girlfriend instead. Damian was holding onto her waist, they looked so close thus

“Killian made us swear, Ryker. He made us swear to protect her.” Damian’s voice was loud, and his breath was heavy and uneven. But he couldn’t tell if he was raging because his brother had crossed the line or because she was crying over a man. So she had a boyfriend? And they had probably had sex? The thought of another man touching her tormented him more than the fear of never finding his parents’ killer. Damn it! He was going crazy. But why wouldn’t he? When she walked around with those perfect pearl shapes that seemed to be calling his fucking name.

She asked and damian rolled his eyes at her questions which he didn't like her asking at all. Bella looked at rose confused and smiled after that. "Oh my god how stupid am I. I am sorry Jackson. Arie Why didn't you tell me that Jackson is your boyfriend, ofcourse it's his shirt. I don't know why I thought that it belonged to damian." All of them looked at her in shock. Jackson was quick to compose himself. "Yeah, you are right. She is my girlfriend isn't it obvious..." He smiled at her. Damian balled his fist and stepped towards him but rose interrupted.

"But I thought you had a boyfriend?" Oh god, someone was definitely going to get implicated today, Amelia before now Ryan. Shooting him a tight smile, I quickly said. "Oh, he's talking about Damien. Ryan knew me when I was dating Damien." "I see. Well in that case, let me put your mind at ease..." Mom looped her arm through Ryan's as she leaned in. "Ella and that Damien fellow are very much broken up. So you're good to go!" Ryan's eyes widened as he glanced between us. "Uh...wow, that was...quick? It was just yesterday that I saw you two togeth--"

I shifted in my chair uncomfortable for the second time tonight wondering if women were falling for his words. A familiar laugh made me turned my head. Of course… “Best friend, what a surprise seeing you here…”Damien said approaching the table. “Carter” he said not moving his eyes from me. “You guys know each other?” Carter finally asked surprised. “Yeah, Jo is…” Damien pause for a second looking at my terrified face. I shook my head nervously so he can get the hint and rethink what he wanted to say. “ My girlfriend best friend” Damien continued. I could see in his eyes he was not happy with my dinner choice.

Damien looked at Wayne, who was standing in front of him, and did not understand what he was going to do. "If you go back, does it mean that Stella is not pregnant? Does it mean that you are called Stella's sister-in-law?" Hearing Wayne's words, Damien stopped, turned to the sofa, and fell directly. "Wayne, tell me, what should I do?" "Do I have to watch the woman I like and the child I give birth to call me cousin?" Damien's muffled voice reached Wayne's ears.

I could imagine this Damian guy would stroll into a nightclub to indulge in a drink; a single glance, a faint smirk, and women would flock to him like moths to a flame. There was a strange rumour I’d heard: if Damian Lee set his sights on your girlfriend, just give up. She would leave you and your nine-year relationship for the sake of a single night with him; a night he would likely forget by morning. If you ever saw a man sobbing hysterically over his drink at a club, chances are he was one of Damian's casualties.