Novel & Cerita Damian X Marinette

"But I'm curious, is that the extent of the issue between you and Miya?" Damian took action in response to the question. He swiped at the red icon on the screen without saying goodbye to the person he was talking to on the phone. Damian thought to himself, "This is useless." He drove back to his vehicle quietly, his hands quickly searching for the contact he needed. Marcus Whitney.

This was Damien's chance to troll her. "Oh, guess what? My wife made all this!” Damien voiced with a smirk planted on his face and a shock planted on her face. He loves being petty. “Oh…really!” Marie tried to cover her disappointment with a fake smile. “I mean, who else is better at planning?” Damien responded and walked off. He still couldn't believe he went as low as picking Marie over Aella. “She's got some audacity for calling me by my name!” He muttered to himself. Aella stood still, watching the crowd from the top of the stair passage as she sipped on her drink.

" This is the best plan for us without getting involved in murder or being chased as a fugitive “ I continued, angrily. Patrick bowed his head coldy. He tried to speak but he couldn't. Few minutes later, he opened his mouth. " Ma, all I am saying is that Mr Damien cannot leave his wife unprotected. The plan will take too long and we might get noticed by her husband. According to the news in the media, Mr Damien is crazy and obsessed about his new wife. He has never been married in his life ma'am. Miss Swift is his first wife. I do not think he would allow any harm to come to her” he suggested.

He was beginning to understand the gravity of the situation, and the danger that Marah posed. As I finished my story, I knew that Damian would take my warning seriously. Marah wasn't just a woman with a misguided crush; she was a force of manipulation and destruction. Her obsession with power and status had turned her into a formidable adversary. I clinked my glass against Damian's, a silent toast to our enduring friendship and our shared understanding of the treacherous world we navigated. In a world filled with Marahs and hidden agendas, having a friend like Damian was a lifeline—a reminder that we could face any storm together and emerge stronger on the other side.

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"Damien Moretti and Lady Natalia St Dumas." The applause that followed drowned my confusion as the spotlight flashed on Damien and his so called business partner.

the man bowed. "Pius, have you gotten what I asked you for?" Martin asked. "Yes sir" the man, Pius replied. "So what did you get?" "I found out that Damien has a girlfriend, her name is Sylvia Jones" Pius said and gave him a file. "So they are dating" Martin thought, smirking. "And I also found out that there is a lady, her name is Mia, she seems in love or rather obsessed with Damien" "Really? Did you get her info?" Martin asked.

"Juliette, open the door please," asked Kyle, and she lazily went to open it. "Eden! Hey!" "Hey, Juliette! I thought I got the wrong address." "Who's here?" Damian asked. "Dam, that’s my friend, Eden. Eden this is Damian, my best friend." "Oh, the friend who helped you a lot?" the blond smiled widely and shook Damian's hand. "And this is Peter, our main dancer, and rapper."

"Please, Luigi. My name is Isabelle. And I don't give a flying fuck about your rules, and your honour, and all that horseshit. Your leader just killed someone, and you idolise him?" He turned around to look at me, eyes fierce. "Mariano is one of the best leaders we've ever had. You're our Donna, I can't say much to you. But you should respect him." Sweet, saccharine Luigi's fierce persona was scary. "I'm not your Donna." I bit out. "I don't want anything to do with a murderer." "Buon. Don deserves a better woman. One who doesn't walk away when things get rough. Not some weak-ass little girl."

Tom turned around to show off. “Sexy!” Avery exclaimed. “And who's this cute guy?” Tom pointed at Damian. “Your boyfriend?” “What?” Avery widened her eyes. “No! He's my—” she stared at Damian, not sure about what to say. “My best friend?” Damian raised an eyebrow. “You don't look so sure.” “I'm Damian Foster,” Damian shook Tom's hand. “Thomas Peterson, but you can call me Tom.” the model smiled. “I hope he was good to you, Ave.”