Damiano David Relationships Novels & Stories

Isabella's voice trembled but was full of venom, "you will lose everything. Your reputation, your name, even your company. I know too much about what you do." Damian just stared at her for a moment, then turned away. "You can destroy me, if that's what you want. But I won't stay here anymore. I've been dead too long in this marriage." Isabella was still sitting, chest heaving, her face burning. David's picture fell on the floor, the glass shattered. Damian had turned to look at it. "We've lost David," he said quietly. "Let's not make that an excuse to destroy each other."

Damian walked closer to Roman with a slow, deliberate stride, his smile still firmly in place. “Congratulations, brother,” he said calmly. Then he turned his attention to Ava. His eyes swept over her before he smiled again. “Congratulations, sister-in-law.” Ava stiffened. Damian continued, his voice steady and loud enough for those closest to hear. “Even though you are my sister-in-law, it does not change the fact that you are my enemy’s daughter. And even though my brother has become so foolishly in love that he could forgive something as unforgivable as the killing of our parents, I will never forgive.”

Whatever that they would touch will be spoiled. Damian was an actor and model. He liked to travel a lot and only comes back home when he didn’t have a project to work on. On the other hand Devin was a journalist, he was doing good and he was happy. But the beauty of it all was that these two loved their younger brother. Whoever wronged him will not have it easy.

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.

My brothers suddenly sit up straight. “Fans flooded social media, shipping the pair under the trending couple name #Damena. However, according to a statement released by his agent, there is no romantic involvement between the Reaper rider and his best friend’s little sister — or any other woman for that matter. Damion Grimm is reportedly leaving his wild ways behind to focus on racing.” The reporter smiles, sharp and hungry. “But here at Channel 1, we always dig deeper.” The screen splits. On the left — me and Damion, standing on the beach. Very close to each other.

The brothers collided, evenly matched at first. But Dominic had always been the stronger of the two, and years of relentless training had only widened the gap. Damian went down quickly. Damian lay sprawled on the ground and lifted his head to look at me, anguish twisting his face. "Grace, I searched everywhere after you left. I tried so hard for you, and you betrayed me." I looked down at him, my expression as cold as my voice. "You know exactly who betrayed this relationship first. I always knew how little your devotion was worth."

Chloe said, kissing him. Brian kissed her back, but he stopped kissing her when she began unbuttoning his shirt. "Don’t seduce me, you need to take your drugs" "I don’t want to" She whines, dancing on his lap and Brian laughed. ****** •LOUNGE, LATER THAT NIGHT• Damien sits with his friends in their private lounge. He has just two friends; Philip and vinson. They have been friends since childhood and they all have their own companies, but Damien is the richest one among his friends, cuz he is a billionaire.

But before he could get close, Damian immediately stepped in front of me, blocking his path. “Oh, you got the almighty Damian protecting you?” Kason mocked. “Are you fucking him, Captain?” Why does everyone keep assuming I’m sleeping with Damian? I saw Damian’s shoulders tense, his fists clenched tight at his sides. “I swear to God, Kason,” Damian warned, voice low and dangerous, “if you don’t fuck off…” “What? You gonna beat me again?” Kason sneered. “How’s your father gonna take it if you end up behind bars…again?”

"Men like Damian Voss don't suddenly spend every day with junior event planners." My expression tightens, was he trying to imply that I was sleeping with Mr Voss. That was just absurd, we may have had a thing in the past, but that's where it is, in the past. Damian has maintained a professional relationship with me so far, so how dare he insinuate some thing like that. He leaned closer. "Just make sure you remember your place." Before I could answer, another voice cut through the tension. "Mr. Donovan." He straightens instantly.

I said, pushing the image of both of them in bed away from my head. Cleo chuckled. "Well, you were right about one thing. He did worship me, if you know what I mean," She muttered, winking. Now that made me cringe and look away. My mind was starting to get the best of me. I also couldn't help but wonder what kind of person Damiano was. If he stuck to one girl or kept sex... buddies too. As if he had read my mind, Damiano leaned forward slightly, that infuriating smirk deepening. “If it makes you feel better, piccola, I don’t mind either arrangement—a sex buddy or a serious relationship. I’m quite open-minded.”