Damiano David Net Worth Novels & Stories

“I would pay you three million pounds for it, and also assist in recovering your father's company.” “I can't agree to this. I've always wanted to build my career and marriage is not part of my plan, not even a contract marriage…”. Sophia said Damien cut in, “I'm not asking you to agree” I frowned, “what?” “I'm asking you to think about it”. Damien paused before he continued, “you don't have to answer today”. He opened a small drawer in his desk and brought out a small business card. “My direct number”, he said, placing the card on his desk. “Whatever your answer is, call me”.

It was my choice to be his slave and I couldn't go back on my words even if I wanted to. Went straight to my desk and decided to do a little research on Damian… There has to be something about his parents on the internet.. After typing for a few minutes I finally found a few interesting things about Damian.. There was so much about his success in dominating the business world but there was little on his family history.. There was nothing about his parents, not even a picture and it turns out Grandma Vanessa and Grandpa Narciso are actually his maternal grandparents.. Apparently there's nothing on his other grandparents and his family too.. it's more like they never existed…

I smiled sweetly. “Too bad,” I muttered, brushing past him. “Boring.” He grabbed my arm again. “What do you want, Arianna?” “Buy my time.” “Never.” “Then move.” I turned. “Jayden…” I was walking towards him when Damian said, “Wait.” He exhaled. “How much?” I smiled sheepishly. “Not much. Five million. Non-negotiable.” He stared at me like I’d lost my mind. “Arianna—”

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

Avery smirked. “Well, my songs were bought and streamed by a thousand people on music platforms, and it pays pretty well,” Damian shyly rubbed the back of his neck. “Whoa, you're becoming a real star.” Avery laughed. “We can even eat at such fancy restaurants now.” “I'm willing to make each of your dreams come true,” Damian said with a smile. “But it makes me feel bad,” Avery pouted. “I should get a job as fast as I can so that I can offer you things with my own money. I can't always depend on you and the large sum I inherited from my dad.”

He leans backwards in his seat and smiles. $250 million,” Damien counters. The heck! “$300 million.“ I gape at them both. They're completely out of their minds. Especially Liam. This man is so obsessed with winning and being in control. It's scary and mind-boggling. This painting isn't even worth half the price of his ridiculous bid. But that's not the point, is it?

"Then why are you still here? Why haven't you run?" "Because I'm tired of running." Damian turned the computer monitor so Roman could see it. Account balances, transfer screens, offshore routing numbers. "Look at all of this. All the money you've made. All the success. All the power. I could take it all. Transfer it somewhere you'd never find it. Destroy you completely." "Is that what you want?"

All I have to do is sign. But my hand doesn't move. Six months of seeing Damian's face across conference tables. Six months of him watching me, breathing the same air, and probably trying to make my life difficult. Six months of keeping Charlie hidden from the Sterlings. "Something wrong?" Damian's voice cuts through my thoughts. "Having second thoughts about taking my money to build your little company?" I look at him. "Excuse me?" "You heard me." He leans back in his chair. "Five million dollars from my mother bought you a nice little consulting firm, didn't it? And now you want to sit here like you built it yourself."

It was war smelling the mate bond. I thought the bond was dead. “You smell like power now,” he growled. “Like storms and the moonlight. What really happened to you?” I stood tall, refusing to hide my body. “I survived. I was what you tried to kill.” Damon’s jaw dropped. For the first time, I felt pain appear right in his eyebrows. “I was wrong, Annie. Cassandra lied to me. I only allowed pride and fear to make me throw away the best thing in my life… my coming Luna.”

Damien was a Moretti, son of one of the most powerful crime lords in Italy. "My father knows where I am?" The question came out quiet. "Not yet." Enzo examined his nails casually. "But he will soon because I'm going to tell him. Unless you give me a reason not to." "What do you want?" Damien's hands had curled into fists. "Information. Names. Details about certain operations you were involved in before you ran." Enzo's smile widened. "And maybe a little compensation for my silence. Say, fifty thousand euros?" "I don't have that kind of money." Damien's voice was tight. "I'm a priest, I own nothing."