Damiano David Relationships Novels & Stories

Although he wasn't certain if Damian would change his mind or not. "Dad, Damian isn't in any relationship. I know him and see him visit the town's hospital. He is not in any relationship except for the women he hosts at his club house," Maria complained as she frowned, seated in the back seat of the car with her father. She was his only daughter, and her father assured her, "Don't worry. Just be patient, and Damian will be yours." Maria smiled with relief, as she wanted Damian. She had rejected several other men in the business world in their developed town for Damian. She wanted Damian and no one else.

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."

It felt good that I had my own little family that loved and supported me. “Shit. It would have happened sooner than later. I didn’t want to pressure you. It’s been a while since I have done this whole relationship thing.” “True. Dax was my first and only relationship.” Damian nodded like he knew that. His mood suddenly took a turn and his face darkened. I was about to ask why, but I realized the lights up ahead. The restaurant is close. I didn’t bother to ask which one we were going to, but by judging from Damian’s reaction; it was just around the corner. “Show time.”

I had no idea why she felt that way but I knew there was nothing I could do other than try to be there for her. Damien was always around Dominic, it seemed like they had suddenly become best of friends and were making the most out of everything that was happening, they spent most of their time strategizing on how to take David down. David was still in the country because somehow, Dominic had managed to drag back the funds he was supposed to take out with him so he was greedily staying back because he wanted to take every penny.

The Chiaramonte family was one of the most influential in the world. Damiano was talking to a petite brunette, but he looked so annoyed by the woman. Thea took a little step back into a shadowy corner. From there, she could spy on Damiano. He was breathtaking… Thea recalled seeing him for the first time exiting his private elevator, followed closely by David, his right hand. He looked so powerful, so dangerous, and so damn sexy. Every single fiber in her body responded to his presence. Every single inch of her skin craved his touch.

She thought she was ending the conversation as she put her cup down and stood with him. Damien had a different idea. “I don’t care about your failed marriage. I want you to understand unlike David, I’m not playing games.” Damien said this as he stepped close to April, his dark blue eyes never leaving hers as he cradled the back of her head. His other hand brought her close to his hard, muscular warmth.

Damian called him and he turned towards damian, he smiled at damian which damian returned and they hugged. Rose looked at their reunion and understood they are close. She observed Massimo and even if he was smiling his aura was still screaming dominance and danger, his amber eyes were reflecting the darkness of his soul. Anyone could tell that he is a powerful man and one not to be messed with. "After long time brother..." Massimo patted damian's shoulder and he nodded. "Yeah..." "Meet my girlfriend, rose... Rose he is my friend and the Italian Mafia's boss Massimo Marino..." Damian introduced them.

I grunted and stood up abruptly, forcing Neymar to let go, his eyes were hot and sweaty and I weirdly craved a taste. “I'm sorry” “It's okay, just know I won't stop trying” He said and moved into the bathroom and returned shortly,his bulge still engorged in the tiny fabric of his pants. Immediately after I got outside, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and scrolled through the internet, and just as I suspected, this is far beyond my imagination. Damian's video is flying with mixed reactions from users, he's indeed the lord of controversy, why have I got entangled in this mess?

“We can’t prove it yet… but the money was funneled through a trust connected to Lawrence.” My chest constricted. “Your half brother?” He nodded, eyes burning with betrayal. “He’s been playing the long game. This isn’t just about disapproving of you. This is personal.” Our relationship started to fray at the edges. Damian was consumed—obsessed—with finding more proof. Every night, he was buried in calls, files, strategy sessions. I felt invisible. Like I was just another name on the PR damage list. One night, I finally broke. “You barely look at me anymore,” I said, arms crossed as I stood in the kitchen.

“Should I prove my strength to you?” “No,” I cut in. “David… there'll be no need for that.” “So talk to him, I don't want war. He'd better fix his oversized ego and clean up his mess.” Damien sucked in air through his teeth as he tried to go to David, I held my hands on his chest. “Damien,” I purred. “You are not thinking straight, I could help you.” I cupped his neck, pulled him down and I started to kiss him. “Don't you want this?” I moaned against his lips. “To just relax.”