Damiano David Fiance Mga Nobela at Kwento

Damien lit his cigar and looked at Mahoney, who was looking at an open folder. "Well?" Damien asked. "You would be pleased to know that I've got a lot of dirt about your little girlfriend there," Mahoney smirked. "She is my fiancée now and you better address her respectfully if you know what's good for you," Damien said firmly. "Chill, bro. I didn't mean to sound disrespectful," Mahoney quickly said. "Tell me," Damien urged him. He was starting to feel impatient.

He answered the young beautiful journalist flirtatiously, ooh no this guy is more shameless than Luca, the young girl's face turned red, and he took her hand and kissed it. " Baby girl I am Damien Andriano, now that you know my name you have become my girlfriend automatically if you already have a boyfriend, tell him I said he should stay away from you because you will soon be my wife" the girl opened her mouth to speak but the word got stuck in her throat.

I said collecting my keys and phone. "Emerald there is something I think you must know."David said in a very serious tone before I get up. "What is it David?"I asked in curiosity. "Davian is planning to marry Emeliana.Emelia's daughter."He said. I felt someone had given me a four hundred watt shock. The nicest of Morretis. "David what are you saying?I am not getting your point.She lives in Italy.How is it even possible and she knew who is Davian no it's impossible.Someone gave you wrong information."I denied believing his words.

Damien remained standing for a moment without removing his gaze, before he finally settled into the armchair across from us. His eyes shifted to Liam, sizing him up like a hawk studying its prey. “And who is this?” he asked smoothly, but with a sharp edge beneath it. “This is Liam,” I said in a steadfy voice. “My fiancé.” Damien’s eyebrows lifted slightly, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. “Fiancé, you say?” He leaned back, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “Hmmm.” Liam extended a hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

"No, sir, his fiancée is a psychologist." "That's good. Prepare the house I promised him as a wedding gift." "Yes, sir." Entering the Alexander Group building, Damian passed by David for the first time. The intern stopped and bowed politely. Damian stopped right in front of him, making David look up anxiously. "Mr. Alexander? Why did you stop in front of me?" "You can come to the house to visit your sister." David looked shocked at the unexpected words. He quickly replied with several bows as thanks. "All right, sir. Thank you very much."

Everyone turned to see who had entered, interrupting us. There stood Damian. I couldn’t believe my two eyes. The ruthless and untouchable billionaire, the very man I had shared that one night with, was now standing in the doorway, his dark eyes only fixed on me. “Damian?” I whispered, my voice shaking. His presence filled the whole room like he owned it. He walked toward the table with a confident and boosted stride, totally ignoring the stunned expressions around him. “Everyone,” Damian said coolly, his voice steady with arrogance. “I’ll be marrying Amara.”

"But you've had heart problems yourself. You know how bad it can get. Nina's just my associate's little sister, and that man took a bullet for me. I couldn't turn my back on that." I turned my head and looked at him. "Just your associate's little sister?" I said it quietly. "The kind of friend’s little sister you promised to marry?" "What are you talking about—" Damian's brow furrowed. "Would you stop making things up? I'm never going to marry Nina. I'm looking after her for a few days and you're this jealous? Do you know who her brother is? He saved my life." I smiled slightly and held up my phone, the screenshot I'd saved.

He picked up his phone and called his assistant: "Contact the private hospital in Chicago. I need a paternity test. Now." Only then did Vivian realize he'd heard everything from start to finish. With nothing left to lose, she dropped the act entirely: "You say I destroyed your love? You were drunk that night, Dominic, not dead. You knew perfectly well that nothing actually happened between us. Let's be honest—you just couldn't resist the thrill of something new, could you?" "All I had to do was crook my finger and you came running. Doesn't that make you pathetic?"

I looked at him calmly and shook my head. When I asked for a wedding photoshoot, he did not make it happen, and by the time he wanted to make it up to me, I no longer needed it. At dinnertime, Joanna knocked on my door and walked in before I could allow her to do so. She was holding a bowl of steaming noodles and staring at me smilingly. The design of the diamond ring on her finger was familiar. Seeing that I kept staring at her ring, she showed it off smugly.

In truth, I should probably thank Dennis. If he hadn't lied to me, I wouldn't be who I am now. Just then, my phone rang. It was Raymond McMillan, Dennis's father. "Anna," he said, his voice warm and familiar, "are you coming back to Veldere soon? Once you're back, you can finally become my daughter-in-law." My heart skipped a beat. For him to say something like that… it meant he didn't know. He didn't know that Dennis was already with someone else.