Damian X Marinette Mga Nobela at Kwento

Martin hated how much he noticed. “This isn’t sustainable,” Damien said quietly. Martin let out a bitter laugh. “You think?” Damien turned to face him fully, elbows braced on the railing. “I’m ending it.” Martin’s head snapped toward him. “What?” “The contract. The marriage. I’ll find another way to protect the club—new investors, restructuring, whatever it takes. I’m done pretending.”

He met Elijah in a place neither of them liked—an old industrial dock that still smelled of oil and salt and forgotten deals. “You’re sure?” Elijah asked. “No,” Damian said. “But I’m certain.” He handed Elijah a folder. “What’s this?” Elijah asked. “Everything,” Damian replied. “Every shell, every holding, every back channel I never burned because I thought I might need it.” Elijah’s eyes widened. “This dismantles you.” “It frees her,” Damian said. “If Marrow retaliates—” “They will,” Damian interrupted. “But they’ll aim at me.” Elijah swallowed. “She’ll hate you.”

“Damian.” Marcel frowned slightly. “You believe he’s still that obsessed?” “I know he is,” Stefan replied darkly. “He never got over the rejection. Rose humiliated him in front of his entire pack, and when Kavian defeated him, it shattered what little pride he had left. This is retaliation—his way of clawing back power, of making her suffer through me.” Marcel’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “You’re making a valid point, Alpha. So what’s your next step? Do we inform Kavian about this? He deserves to know if his mate is being targeted.”

Marcus quickly stood from his chair. “Mr. Cassel.” Damian walked inside calmly before closing the door behind him. Click. The sound made Marcus’s throat dry. Damian’s expression remained unreadable as he slowly approached the desk. “I heard you’ve been working at Spark Winery for eleven years.” Marcus forced a smile. “Yes.” Damian nodded once. “That’s a long time.” Silence stretched. Marcus tried to steady his breathing. Then Damian placed both hands casually on the desk and leaned slightly forward. “Tell me something, Marcus.”

“Were you starved of attention as a kid?” “Probably mummy issues,” Marcus piped in and we laughed. “So I have mummy issues,” Damian says, grinning. “So what? It made me the man I am today.” He scans again. “Hey, Marcus. Check out that redhead. Damn. She’d be perfect for you.” Marcus signals the bartender to fill his glass. “Not for me, thank you very much. I’m a married man who is madly in love with his wife.” “Ugh,” Damian groans, squeezing his face in disgust. “Love is for suckers, right Alex?”

I have spent two years with him in this marriage. But as much as I loved him, there were cracks in our perfect marriage. Damien didn’t want children. He’d been clear about it from the start, even though I had always dreamed of being a mother. He’d smile that charming smile of his and say, “Pups will tie us down, my love. You’re so beautiful and vibrant and pregnancy would change that. I want you to stay just as you are.”

“Paperwork’s been prepped and signed for weeks. I figured you’d try to sink the ship, what you didn’t expect is that I rebuilt the entire foundation with someone far more competent by my side. As you might know, the last thing that I would want is to find myself lead into something that I do not want to cope with. And mind you, there are closures that you're going to need to pay. If you think that we are going to end this with me being financially affected, then you are very wrong. Your lawyers should explain this to you. Mine will attend the meeting as well. Things will be settled. If you want us to be there to sign papers, we are more than welcome. Otherwise we have other things to take ca

KATERINA CLERKS I walked into my husband's company with a wide grin plastered on my face. I am very excited and eager to share the good news with him. This was what I had been praying for throughout my three years of marriage to Damian. Damian, as the Alpha of Mars Pack, one of the largest and most powerful packs, was a man you couldn't resist. He was tall, dark, and handsome- a typical description for a guy, and when he fixed his icy yet irresistible gaze on you, you were forever trapped in his charm.

"My answer is the same as yours, because what I want is never fulfilled by my lover and can only be obtained from you. You... are my perfect bed partner." Damian laughed. "Well then, let's spend tonight together." He poured a drink and handed it to the woman. The woman was none other than Fanny. Fanny Marthania, the fiancé of Marvin Dameer. Fanny took the glass from Damian's hand, then they both toasted and downed their drinks in one gulp. "Want another one?" Fanny asked. "Of course," Damian replied. *** From another direction, a man was watching Damian, then he made a phone call.

My screams turned to sobs, my body trembling as I stumbled back toward the darkness of the palace. As the doors closed behind me, I caught one last glimpse of Damien standing alone on the platform, his face shadowed but his posture unyielding. For a moment, I wondered why he had intervened—why he had spared me that final, damning sight. But the answer didn’t matter. House Muller was gone. And I was truly, utterly alone.