Damiano David Net Worth Novels & Stories

The fact that he didn’t satisfy Dani’s need explained a lot about what kind of man he was. I studied him for a moment. “And here I thought Deck Humphries wasn’t involved with mobs.” I stood up and buttoned my suit. “It’s disappointing, really. Your father must be proud of you.” “I know who you are. You’re a mob, too. That’s why I agreed to this meeting.” I laughed and shook my head. “So you want a more powerful mob to invest in your nightclub, is that it?” “Three million, Damian.” “It’s Damiano. And no. I’m a legit businessman.”

Damian said, his face and voice void of any emotion. Just like one of those strict billionaire boss stories you probably have read about. "Wait, are you firing me?" I asked "No sweetie, why would he do that? I pleaded with him, to give you a month left so we can plan the wedding together" she said with a reassuring smile. "you will have twenty million dollars transferred to your account, ten million upfront, and ten million after the wedding. Any questions?" Damian asked, finally lifting his head to look at me. Is he trying to pay my retirement pension as his ex-lover or what?

The ray of sunlight shone on his face, and he squeezed his face, before opening his eyes, then he rolled himself on the bed, before getting up. He was just waking up from sleep, but it didn’t look like he just woke up, because his handsomeness was something anyone will write home about. His name is Damian Walter, he is just twenty-six years old and yet he was already a billionaire of his own. He has a sugar company and it’s growing abundantly.

He carried no laptop, no files, just himself. And somehow, that was enough. “Ms. Whitmore,” he greeted with a smooth nod. “Mr. Adams.” Ryan stiffened. “You know my name.” Damian smiled slightly. “I make it a habit to know the names of those who protect people I’m interested in.” Ryan’s eyes widened. “Interested? In what sense?” Damian looked at Aria. “In the business sense,” he said with a calm that didn’t fool anyone. Ryan reluctantly sat. Damian pulled out a chair opposite Aria and sat down. “I assume you’ve heard by now. I own Blackwood Holdings.”

Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking dangerous and hungry. “Close the door,” he ordered. She did. “Damon, about last night—” He moved fast. In two strides he had her pinned against the cool glass, her back to the city. His big hand yanked her skirt up roughly around her waist. “Shut up,” he growled. “I’ve been hard all day thinking about this dripping cunt.” Before she could argue, he dropped to his knees right there in his expensive suit. His strong hands ripped her soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

The photo showed a man with dark hair silvering at the temples, sharp features, eyes that looked like they calculated every variable in a room. DAMIAN CROSS (39) — The charming one, at least in photographs. Tech entrepreneur, founder of CrossTech Industries. Net worth $5.7 billion. Several high-profile affairs before he apparently disappeared from public dating. The dossier described him as "seductive," "possessive," and "theatrical." The photo showed a man with blonde hair, blue eyes that crinkled at the corners when smiling, the kind of face that could convince you to do things you'd regret.

Sophia said quietly. "No. He doesn't talk about painful things. Never has." Catherine touched the photo lightly. "After David died, Damon just closed off that part of himself. Threw himself into school, into work, into being perfect. Like if he was perfect enough, it would make up for David being gone." She looked up at Sophia. "You knew that about him though. You understood that drive." "I tried to," Sophia said. "I didn't always get it right but I tried."

i asked and he nodded "Damien!!" I whispered-yelled at him "Eating here looks like it would cost a fortune and not to talk about renting it out, that’s too much for me" i said still surprised by the fact that he did that "You are worth every penny princess, besides it doesn’t cost much, at least I didn’t feel it, so you have to stop worrying about anything princess, besides Richardson enterprises isn’t just one, i have shares in some top hotels you know and i have three hotels too, some restaurants and two construction building, a few estates in California, i have enough to last the third generation after me" he says nonchalantly

David grabbed his right forearm in a vice grip as he shouted, "Do you even realize what you're saying? How would I be able to confront the world? As I said I have no problem with Emma but you aren't fit for marrying someone? You haven't even completed your graduation neither you have acquired the age of taking this huge responsibility. That Damien is a business mogul while you are nothing, Matt. You have just begun crawling on the path which he had already conquered." Matteo turned silent. His father's words stabbed his heart. David noticed the hurt in his eyes but still, he continued, "Truth is always bitter, son. I supported you to protect Emmaline and started the war with Knight Corporati

Like they both knew this was no longer just stolen moments in offices and conference rooms. Damian spoke first. “My engagement to Sophia was never about love,” he said quietly. “It’s a merger. Her family controls the ports and shipping routes I need to expand internationally. In exchange, her father gets a piece of every major development I touch for the next ten years. It’s business. Cold, calculated, and completely empty.” Alex turned the wine glass in his hands. “And you’re okay with that?” “I was.” Damian looked at him. Really looked. “Until a twenty-four-year-old with too much attitude and my biggest rival’s last name walked into my office and made me question every choice I’ve ever mad