Damiano David Fiance Novels & Stories

"I'm here to support my wife at her commendation ceremony." "That's impossible!" Damian's face twisted in fury as he stormed forward, trying to tear us apart. "Evelyn is my fiancee! She's here to marry me!" Before he could even touch me, the bodyguards standing behind Sebastian stepped up and pinned him to the floor. Damian had been out of the military for four years, and his fitness was nowhere near what it used to be. His cheek rubbed against the carpet, his suit wrinkled, leaving him looking thoroughly pathetic.

“I believe this dance is mine, Ms. Reyes.” Damian’s expression went rigid. “Adrian,” Elena said warmly, sliding her hand into his. “Damian, this is Adrian Voss. My fiancé.” The word landed in the space between them like a dropped glass. Damian’s gaze snapped to Adrian’s hand on her back, then to her face, searching for a lie he wasn’t going to find — because there wasn’t one. Adrian’s grip tightened, subtle and deliberate, a silent message aimed entirely at the man in front of them.

I was Damian Valenti’s legal wife. But to the rest of New York, Sofia Bellini was the woman he planned to marry—and I was the pregnant mistress who refused to let him go. Damian said it was only for show. Sofia’s husband had died saving his life, and he had promised to protect her. She needed the wedding and the title of Donna. I already had what mattered: his love, his fortune, and our real marriage. At least, that was what Damian believed. He was so certain I would understand that he spent our seventh anniversary helping Sofia choose her wedding dress. He never noticed that I was in the fitting room beside them, wearing the dress he had once promised to see me in. As Sofia admired herself

I rolled my eyes. "Do you know whose wife you are? “ My Dad asked, without looking at me directly. The awkward silence between us again, bothered Madison. " Yes Irene, Damien is Cabin's prince. It will definitely attract the attention of the government. Moreover, the Governor was Damien's business partner for a while before he joined politics” Madison added.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

A knock interrupted us before I could sit with that thought any longer. Damian stood in the doorway, tie loosened, that same exhaustion carved into his face lately. His eyes moved from me to Sophia and back, something unreadable behind them. “I didn’t realize you had company,” he said. “Sophia Bennett. My best friend since college.” I gestured between them, watching Sophia’s eyes light up with obvious, unrepentant curiosity. “Sophia, my husband.” “The infamous Damian Blackwood.” Sophia stood, extending her hand with confident directness. Damian shook it without flinching. “I’ve heard a lot about you. None of it from Evelyn, she’s been suspiciously tight-lipped.”

David asked curiously as he parked the car and turned off the ignition. “Through Marco,” Tamara answered as a small smile graced her lip. She released her seatbelt and turned fully to David. “Marco Donatelli is my best friend. That’s my connection to the Donatellis. Of course as expected Maria is a sweetheart,” Tamara chuckled lightly. “Her only son? The diamond tycoon? Isn’t he engaged to be married?” David’s eyes watched Tamara. “Yes he is! He’s engaged to the most beautiful woman. We’re also friends. Her name is Franscesca,” Tamara put on an act. Making sure to smile extra happily.

“Honey! This is Adrian Damien’s fiancé!” The man raised a brow. “Fiancé?” My heart skipped a beat. Wait Damien hadn’t told them? Bianca clutched her chest dramatically. “Can you believe he hid it from us? Our son is engaged and didn’t say a word!” The man crossed the kitchen and shook my hand firmly. “Daniel. Damien’s father. Good to finally meet you.” I tried not to melt under his intense gaze. But then Bianca leaned in, grinning. “So… did you two use protection last night?”

Alexander's POV Damien looked like he wanted to bolt. Christian looked like he was calculating how much longer until Damien got disowned. I looked like I always did: calm. “You’re engaged?” Damien said again, like repeating it might change the answer. “To Eliana Rivera,” I confirmed, sharp and unbothered. Christian’s brow ticked up. “Wow. So it’s officially that kind of day.” He didn’t sound surprised. Then again, he’d been in on the damage control meetings. He knew exactly what was at stake.

A female reporter asked Bianca who was trying to shield her face from the rays of the sun in the garden. “My fiance and I prefer to keep our relationship private.” She replied. “I'll never cheat on my fiance, that lady is a liar. I can prove everyone wrong whenever I see her.” “That is indeed correct Mr Damien. With money on the line, who knows? She may show up. Let's keep our fingers crossed and wait for calls to pour in.” “Yeah, we should.” Bianca nods in agreement. “I bet this wedding was fun. A wedding with drama? Sign me up.” She joked. She had gotten her spark back briefly. Ariel laughed.