Novel & Cerita Damiano David Fiance

Little blondie bitch must have been stunned because she just came hobbling out on her 8 inch heals yelling incoherently. "Friend of yours?" I ask Damian and he just smirks as he drives off. Yea, I didn't think they were together. Looks like I made my first enemy here.

‘What can he do? Sophia knew exactly what he could do. And she knew he wouldn’t hesitate to do it. ‘How do you even know there are photographs?’ Please let him be wrong. ‘Show them to me.’ Unsmiling, Damian reached for his phone and accessed the internet. A few taps of his fingers later he was showing her photographs that snapped the leash on her panic. ‘Oh, no...’ Her voice was a whisper. ‘It’s you and I. Kissing. And it’s a close-up. He’s going to go wild. Who took that photo?

It was still early. I didn't know what possessed me, but on a whim, I opened "SimonLovesClaire" profile again. Sure enough, there was a new post. It was already gaining traction, and the title alone made me laugh out loud. [My fiancée found out I donated to my true-love streamer. She got jealous and threw a tantrum about canceling the engagement. Urgent, need advice. [By the end of the year, I'm supposed to get married to my fiancée. Our relationship has always been stable.

A power play to show him who really needed him. "I'll be right back," he promised. A promise I knew he wouldn't keep. Then he swept her into his arms and was gone. In a moment, my phone buzzed. Sophia's number. I answered. There was no sound, just heavy, repressed breathing. "Damien…" Sophia's voice was syrupy sweet, trembling with victory. "Do you like my new tattoo? Right here on my collarbone… your initials… just like the one on your wife's wrist."

“Ambush? No, no, Emily. If anyone should do the explaining, it’s Damian.” Damian hesitated for a split second—just long enough for the smile on my face to tighten. He reached for my hand and gently tugged me toward the hallway leading to the back garden. “Come with me.” Once we were alone in the corridor, framed by oil paintings of Augustus ancestors and the distant clink of cocktail glasses, he stopped and turned to face me. “There’s someone joining us tonight,” he began carefully. “An old friend. A former family business partner... and... my ex-fiancée.”

“But sir, do you think you and Arya can be… married couples? She still doesn’t know who you are.” Sir Damien stopped in front of the door, his hands already on the door knob. “But I know who she is. My first love. Stop the questions. She’s not home now. Go yourself, get your young master a wife.” As he walked out, his driver, standing outside the Lamborghini pushed the honk button then bowed. “Sir Damien, where do you want to be?” “At Northern Eclipse university.” He sighed, getting in. He saw the Butler leave the room and wave, as his Lamborghini dashed out of the compound.

The two of them smiled at each other and Damian couldn’t contain his happiness . “ Antonio…. “ said Damian with a dreamy look . “ Yes ? “ asked Antonio . “ Will you marry me ? “ said Damian with his head on Antonio’s lap . Antonio looked at him with a confused expression and mostly surprised . “ Isn’t it……a bit too soon ? “ asked Antonio with a smile . “ I have waited long enough . All these years wasted because of a stupid misunderstanding . I love you so much that I want to make you mine right away . “ said Damian with a smile .

I interrupted her and continued, “Wendy, Damiano is dead. I’m as torn up about it as you are. You’ve lost your adoptive brother, but I’ve lost my fiance on what should’ve been my wedding day.” At this, the men all sighed. I moved to touch Wendy’s belly. “How many months along are you now?” Wendy was a little dazed, and she carelessly answered, “Eight months.” Realizing that she had made a mistake, she quickly covered her mouth. Eight months ago, Damiano had been attacked. While I tried to save him, I got shot in the abdomen and lost the ability to carry children. I found everything terribly laughable. “Who’s the father? Once Damiano’s funeral is over, I’ll throw you a wedding.”

Maisy said. Amelia laughs. “I guess we have to,” she said. Amelia went to eat breakfast with Damian and then spent her time with him while they wait for the photographer to arrive. A few hours had passed and the photographer that they were waiting for finally came. Damian greeted him by the main door along with Amelia. “I’m so glad you could make it,” Damian said in his business tone as he shook hands with the photographer. Amelia stares at the man who seemed to be in his 30s dressed in formal attire. “This is my fiancée, Amelia” Damian introduces Amelia to the photographer.

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.”