Damiano David Fiance Novels & Stories

‘I know what you want to talk about, Damian! ‘Me and Fai, right?’ As I guessed, we’re talking about my relations with Fai. I was happy for a moment but then it hit me when he said he is supporting our relations and he has someone else. ‘Wait! This is not what I meant!’ I was panicked It didn’t stop there, I was shocked when I heard from him that his girlfriend is pregnant and he planned to get engaged to her. ‘After all of this……...Damian will end up with someone else?’

With impatience etched on his face, he downed a glass of whisky and muttered something. “What did you say?"Renee leaned in, unable to hear clearly. She drew near Damian, causing him to lean back with a twitch of his eyebrows. "Why are you so close? Trying to seduce me? I said happy birthday. Are you deaf?" Renee wondered why Damian used the word "seduce". Didn't he know she was married to Marcelo? Plus,she planned on staying very committed to Marcelo. Both Damian’s brother and mother were aware of her marriage to Marcelo, yet Damian remained oblivious. How distressing.

“I haven’t seen you in a while, Damian.” The stranger’s smirk widened. “Little Alaric, always so serious, how are you doing?” “I’m fine,” Alaric bit out, his jaw clenched. “What do you want, Damian?” Damian either didn’t notice or didn’t care about Alaric’s barely concealed hostility. His gaze flicked to me, his sharp eyes practically gleaming with interest. “I just wanted to introduce myself to your lovely fiancée.” He stepped forward smoothly, his hand outstretched toward me. “Damian Ashford. My family is quite close to your fiancé’s here, so I suppose that makes us family too.”

"Eve, this is Richard Grayson. The foundation is his." "Pleasure," I said. "The pleasure is mine. I've heard so much about you." His smile didn't reach his eyes. "The wedding was quite the surprise." "For everyone," I said. "Indeed. Sophia was supposed to...well. Water under the bridge now." He looked at Damon. "How is your sister-in-law, by the way? I heard she's in Italy?" "Europe somewhere," Damon said. Voice flat. "We don't keep in touch."

Damian sat on another couch and asked, "You know her? Interesting." "Well, I don't really know her, but after seeing Jonathan post about her a lot, I got to see her page online and went through her timeline. She and Jonathan have been in a long-time relationship, and they recently got engaged too. Is she the woman you want? She is already taken, bro," Henry spoke sadly, and Damian nodded. "I know. I wanted to use her father to get her. But I just got to realize how stupid I was. So I let all that go," Damian confessed as he folded his legs on the couch and continued smoking.

But what a wrong way of doing that. "Sarah! Tell the chauffeur to get the limo ready right now. We are going to Aga Khan hospital." Mr Riccaforte orders. "My fiance and I are riding in my car." Damian roars, walking to me and holding my hand. Fiance, huh! If only he didn't lie to me... "But, son..." A single glare from Damian shuts his mother up. He is too cold and harsh to this sweet woman, if you ask me. "Let's go, babe!"

Chloe said, kissing him. Brian kissed her back, but he stopped kissing her when she began unbuttoning his shirt. "Don’t seduce me, you need to take your drugs" "I don’t want to" She whines, dancing on his lap and Brian laughed. ****** •LOUNGE, LATER THAT NIGHT• Damien sits with his friends in their private lounge. He has just two friends; Philip and vinson. They have been friends since childhood and they all have their own companies, but Damien is the richest one among his friends, cuz he is a billionaire.

His tone was more severe than before. 'Escort her out.' Although his tone was threatening and his expression was difficult to look at, Loona Richart felt angry, so she wasn't afraid. 'Damian, I am your girlfriend; I...' 'Loona Richart...' Damian Desmond interrupted her, his sharp gaze scanning her beautiful face as he spoke sternly, 'I have never acknowledged you as my girlfriend before, nor have I done anything to give you that impression. So don't make any assumptions, and in the future, don't come to bother yourself unnecessarily.'

Jo wasn’t angry with Nicko anymore, but when things like this were talked about, she would blush, like a young girl who had just been greeted by a boy she liked. “Jo… what are you doing with this guy? Have you forgotten what he just did? He’s already betrayed you with another woman, Jo!” Damian exclaimed in a lofty tone. After all, she wanted her cousin to divorce her useless husband. Actually, Damian had nothing to do with his cousin’s domestic life. They had never troubled Damian financially at all as long as their marriage, but for the sake of the title of savior of a large family and a sports car, Damian will do this.

Heat pooled low in her belly. She cleared her throat. “Do you have a name?” “Damien.” Simple. No last name. No explanation. “Elena,” she offered, though he hadn’t asked. “I know.” Her head snapped up. “Excuse me?” He shrugged, the movement pulling his shirt tighter. “The attendant said it when he panicked about the booking. Elena Voss. Heading home to your… fiancé.” The way he said “fiancé” dripped with quiet mockery, like he already knew Michael could never satisfy the restless hunger radiating from her.