Novel & Cerita Damian X Marinette

Damian realized he'd gripped too hard. He let go fast. The pain hit sharp through my whole wrist. I looked down at the bruise already spreading across my skin, deep purple forming fast. The dirty work of the Coronelli family had always been Damian's specialty: tracking down debtors, clearing out traitors, the kind of work that built strength and paid well. After years of it, he was stronger than almost anyone, the kind of man who could snap a neck barehanded if he had to.

I couldn’t get a read of his mood. “Damien Whitmore.” He glanced at me as he continued. “Selina’s husband.” Martin nodded and shifted a bit from me . “Nice to meet you. I’m. Martin Sampson. A friend from college.” I quickly recovered from the shock. “Damien what are you doing here?” “I was on my way to a meeting and traffic was rerouted.” He turned to Martin. “I’ve finally met the source of her corruption.” Martin laughed. My ears must have heard wrong. Did Damien Whitmore just make a joke? I stared at him. He continued like nothing happened.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Male, familiar, sharp with frustration. Damien. I froze, my eyes widening. Damien was on a phone call, and his voice was carrying up the stairs, and Darius Kane was definitely close enough to his phone to hear— "Was that—" Darius paused. "Did I just hear Damien Castellan's voice?" Fuck. My mind raced, scrambling for an explanation that wouldn't blow my cover. I couldn't let Darius know I was married to Damien. Miss Andy wouldn't be living in Damien's house, wouldn't be waking up in his bed, wouldn't be—

There’s a hardness in his features that tells me he’s not a man to be easily won over. He jerks his chin in my direction, eyes narrowed as he examines me. “I’m Damian. Dante sent me to show ye the ropes.” I sit up a little immediately, feeling small and unsure of myself under the weight of his gaze. “Hi. I’m Liana.” “liana.” He rolls the name over his tongue with an Italian accent dipped insin. “That sounds like a made up name.” “Well, it isn’t,” I assure him. Even if it is my middle name, it’s still my name. I figured it only made sense to use that instead of my first name Isabella, which the outfits know me as.

In her four years of service to the Nightraven pack, it was only now that she witnessed her master's office in chaos. Damian scratched his nape, embarrassed to admit what happened inside his office. He hadn't expected to lose control of himself, spending the whole night doing what he and Elara did. "Sorry, Marie. I'll just increase your pay this month. Just don't spill the beans on what really went down here because I'll surely get teased by Melody and Calix," Damian replied, letting out a sigh as Marie just shook her head. "If I were you, Alpha Damian, mark Elara already. You need to get a grip on yourself and draw strength from your bond as fated mates," Marie advised, rolling up her sleev

Mara had given Elena a quick squeeze when they’d arrived—the small, human touch that meant more than any practiced encouragement. Damian was already seated at the center table when she walked in. He wore a simple dark sweater and jeans, nothing corporate, nothing designed to impress; he looked like a man trying to be ordinary in a world that kept offering extraordinary accusations. His hair was combed but not precisely; his jaw had a faint shadow. When he looked up and saw Elena, his expression changed immediately—softened, brightened, like someone who’d been holding his breath and could finally breathe. “You look tired,” she said quietly as she took the seat opposite him.

I couldn’t give up—not yet. The back door opened, and Damien poked his head inside. “Mr. Marino, beautiful night, isn’t it?” His eyes gleamed with mirth, like he’d been counting down the days until this moment arrived. I shouldn’t have shot him in the shoulder. I should have shot him in the head. “I’ve seen better.” “Awfully arrogant for the last man standing.” “Just because my men are dead doesn’t mean I’m alone. And so much for that truce, huh?”

He didn't care that he was making things awkward for Marius. Aurora, still standing in the back, was totally shocked. She had been working at Domi Wine & Dine for many years, and yet, she had never seen anyone giving Marius an attitude like this! Was Damian out of his mind? Marius looked embarrassed. He was angered, but he didn't dare to show it at all. He quickly withdrew his hand and shot Damian another smile. "May I know how I may help you today, Mr. Luther? Why did you call me over?"

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.