Damiano David Fiance Novels & Stories

He felt the man must be mistaking him for his father but it didn’t seem so. “ I know, I’m David Black, a partner of Kendra Wilson’s fashion, a subsidiary and my company produces most of the textiles you use. I wasn’t at your inauguration ceremony because I was out of the country but I watched it live on TV. It’s an honor to meet you before the stakeholders’ meeting, so what brings you here?” The man extended his hand to Damian who shook it firmly. Though his voice was very polite, he still emitted ice. “ My wife and I got married yesterday and we are here for our honeymoon.” when he lifted Layla’s chin and stared into her eyes, his gaze softened. “ Sugar, meet a business acquaintance.

We all turned to him. "David, you've been jealous of me ever since Loreine introduced us in Italy," Damian said with a beaming face. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hit on Loreine and even though Loreine is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, I'm not romantically interested in her. I already have a lover." "Are you serious?" I asked, happy for him. It meant I wouldn't have to comfort David every time he felt jealous of Damian.

Whatever history they had, it was not good, there was anger and it was deep. I noticed Damian’s hands, they were clenched into fists. Before he could do anything, I slowly reached out and slid my fingers into his. He looked at me, our eyes met. I saw the anger slowly fade from his face, his shoulders relaxed. He turned back to Grey and smiled. “Do your worst,” he said. “Lena is my fiancée, we’re getting married in a few days. That’s all the proof you need.” Suddenly, Damian wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him.

I asked trying see if I would be able to get anything from him about jaden Armstrong, his anonymous fiancee which no one talked about. " Let's go inside and talk." said, pulling me into my room. He harshly placed me on the bed sitting beside me. "I will tell you the truth now and listen carefully to what I have to say." said as I nodded positively Damian began to speak, "jaden Armstrong was my anonymous fiancée, and she looked exactly like you. Our marriage was arranged by our families, but we ended up falling in love with each other. We had planned to get married, but she died in a car accident before we could do that." Damian 's voice was filled with sadness and pain as he spoke about jade

The app opened directly to a new post. Vanessa Crawford. Damien's fiancée. The photo had been posted an hour ago. It was taken inside what looked like an expensive boutique. The picture only showed Damien from behind. Black shirt. Broad shoulders. One hand tucked into his pocket. Even from the back, I recognized him immediately. My eyes went down to the caption. Counting down the days until forever. Every fitting feels more real when it's with the man you're going to spend your life with. #FutureMrsValmont

Damiano finally speaks up. "Okay, what is going on here? Do you two know each other or something?" "Yeah. Damiano fucking Venturi is my boyfriend. I sent him to keep an eye on you but he went and fell for that bitch he was pretending to date. Can you believe him?" **************************************************

Shrugging it off, for now, he took a step and snaked his hand around her waist, pulling her closer. "Let me introduce you to future Mrs. Etheridge." At Damien's voice, the entire place got silent for a moment and then questions got bombarded at him. Eden looked up to see him staring at her already. He added, "She is Eden McBride, my fiancee, and my future wife." His voice was solemn and it only got Eden dumbfounded. None of them had a ring on to go with his words but the question remained unasked with the journalist's gaping mouth hearing him. Damien had never said about a girl being his girlfriend let alone his fiancee in front of the media. It was for the first time.

And then, suddenly, an arm slid around my waist, pulling me against a wall of unshakable strength. I froze. It was Damian’s. He held me close, his expression unreadable as he turned to face the sea of cameras. The crowd hushed for a moment, sensing the gravity that seemed to follow him like a shadow. “She is not Adrian’s anything,” Damian said, his voice carrying like thunder, smooth and commanding. “She is my future wife. And she carries my heir.” The world went still. The reporters gasped, then exploded into chaos, voices overlapping, flashes blinding.

DAMIEN'S POV The air in the room was thick, every reporter was a predator, their cameras like hungry eyes. The murmurs swirled around me, growing louder, turning into a roar as one voice, then another, broke through. "Damien, one of the hottest bachelors, denied the wedding rumors with famous dermatologist and model, Vivienne Dubois." The words bounced off the walls, then came the real dagger. "Moreover, he just dropped he is in a relationship with his long-time best friend, Adrian Gabriel Raines."

Damien’s POV I sat in the rented Peugeot, the engine off, headlights dimmed, the estate glowing faintly under the porch lamps ahead. On my phone screen, Amaya’s perfectly composed face smiled back at me — poised, luminous, and utterly fake. “Yes,” she was saying sweetly to the interviewer, “Damien and I just spoke recently. He’s handling business in Europe for now, but once he’s back, we’ll start planning the wedding. It’s been such a wonderful, private engagement — we just wanted to enjoy it before sharing the news.”