Novel & Cerita Damiano David Fiance

I took nothing extra—just a few changes of clothes, my passport, and the documents Professor Clark had sent. My phone buzzed again. Evelyn had sent a photo—Damian was kneeling, tying her shoelaces in front of a luxury boutique on Fifth Avenue. The caption: [He said I will always be the woman he loves most. Selena, you should have never tried to compete.] I stared at the photo for a long time. Then, I sent a single reply. "Since you’re the one he loves, you can have him. I’m done." Sent. I placed the phone on the coffee table in the living room.

“And I see the Vale family is still showing up where they aren't welcome.” Matteo coughed softly, trying not to laugh. Damon finally looked at him. “And you are?” Matteo offered his hand. “Matteo Bianchi.” Damon shook it once. Firm. Controlled. “Elena’s fiancé,” Matteo added. For a brief second, Damon’s gaze returned to Elena. Something unreadable flashed across his expression. Then it was gone. “Congratulations,” Damon said calmly. Elena didn’t miss the faint sarcasm in his voice.

Of course, River has to check in on Liam once or twice until mom and Sharon tell her to back off. River is in the middle of the floor dance with the girls, and fuck, she looks beautiful. “Damn bro, I haven’t seen you smile like this in forever. I say everything’s going great with you and your little family?” Damion comes up and sits down beside me. “Yes, it really is, man. How’s shit with you and Sydney going?” I ask him. “Great, I’m thinking of asking her to marry me soon.” He tells me. “Fuck man congrats.” I tell him, slapping him on the back.

Williams day dreamed about how they will be a perfect couple when they meet again. He imagined that she was there in his room and he hugged himself, with the idea of him hugging her tightly. He moved his lips forward and he started practicing how he was going to kiss her anytime he sees her. He couldn't just wait to see her and make her his soon. He continued seeing her picture in his head, but Damien suddenly appeared in his head too. He opened his eyes and a huge frown landed on his face immediately. For him to get Ariel, he has to get Damien out of the way first. He knows that Damien wouldn't want to make things easy for him not just because they are enemies, but mainly because he had wha

“Please, go ahead. Ask whatever you want to.” “Err, it is about your personal life. You were once engaged to Ms. Aria Winter, but rumors had it that you were set to marry Ms. Layla. That scandal broke out, and we haven’t seen Ms. Aria, and Layla’s career was destroyed. Was it your doing?” Damian straightened his back a little after hearing the question. His brows tensed, and his lips formed a thin line. “The only person I have ever loved is Aria. Actually, we were already married even before I proposed to her. I only saw Layla as a friend and a sister, nothing more. I was never meant to marry her; those were just baseless rumors that she came up with.”

At least there hadn’t been an offer to introduce him to one of the bridesmaids. Silently, Damiano had counted his blessings as he went along the receiving line, congratulated Count Jaime Felipe de Rivera, the groom, and kissed the glowing bride, wishing them only love and happiness on this wonderful journey together. After the dinner organised in the ballroom of the ‘Nirvana Hotel’, one of the jewels of his hotel chain, Damiano had propped himself against a wall near the dance floor where conversation would be difficult, and no one would suggest that he dance. He’d been counting the minutes until he could politely leave the room and retire to his private suite when an eager young brunette ha

Victor said coolly, offering Damien a stiff nod. Damien didn’t bother standing. He leaned back in his seat, a relaxed smirk playing on his lips. “I am. And you are?” Victor let out a tight chuckle. “Ah, forgive my manners. Victor Maddox.” Then he pulled Lyriel a little closer. “And Lyriel here… is my fiancée. Soon to be my wife.” Damien raised an eyebrow, mildly amused. But he didn’t look at Victor. His eyes drifted past him right to Sophia, who stood not far away, pretending she wasn’t watching.

I thought you were married to the job. "I was," Damian replied with a half-smile, pulling out his ID and logging on to the mainframe. "Then I met someone worth getting a timecard for." "Daaaamn," someone moaned. "Wolfe's got lines now." Tyra, one of the team's sharpest shooters, leaned forward, smiling. "Okay, but proposal specifics. Did you go down on one knee or go all dramatic with a helicopter and fireworks? Damian chuckled. "Beach. Dinner. Dessert. Ring in the ice cream. No drama. Just us. Just real."

Damien looked at the portrait, then back at the woman beside him, his fingers tightening slightly around the prayer book in his lap. He didn’t pause. “Adrianna was my fiancée. We were supposed to get married that day.” Amelia Stone nodded slowly, like she already knew but wanted to hear it from him. She turned her gaze back toward the altar. Behind the veil, her eyes sparkled. “Tragic. And now you’re married to her sister?” She clicked her tongue quietly and looked back at the altar. “That’s really messy.” Damien turned to look at her, his mouth slightly open, but before he could say anything, the music started.

"I can't believe I chose to be with a loser like you, David! You're the chairman of the company, but you can't even decide who gets to be the factory manager?" Fiona screamed before throwing a pillow at David. They were both standing in a lavishly decorated place situated in a high-end neighborhood. "I don't care!" Fiona continued shouting. "If you can't do it, then forget about getting in my bed!" David had a placating smile on his face as he said, "That punk Damian is close with the Eckharts, Fifi. I'm afraid they might not agree to replace him."