Novel & Cerita Damien Haas Movies

“This isn’t your fault. Don’t you dare blame yourself.” They sat like that, the silence broken only by Zara’s trembling breaths. In his office, Damian sat hunched over his laptop, his eyes fixed on the grainy footage Christian had sent. The timestamp ticked across the corner of the screen as he watched Jaxon fight—throwing punches, holding his ground like the soldier he was. But then, a brutal blow to the head sent him staggering. In the next moment, masked men dragged his limp body toward a waiting van.

Damian had fooled them all. From the information had been able to gather, Baines learned that Matteo had begun to suspect Damian, and had planted the cameras in the building to catch him in the act. Then he'd confronted Damian who responded by shooting him dead. Then, when Damian had asked to be given time to console his partner's widow, he'd actually gone back to the crime scene and watched what was on the cameras. That had given him the idea to frame Jocelyn Turner and Asher Mason for the crime he'd committed, knowing how everyone felt about Ganghaven gangsters.

“And you know this because…?” Damien doesn’t answer right away. He just leans over, taps a sequence on the keyboard like he’s done it before. The screen fills with strings of code I don’t even pretend to understand. His face is calm, but his jaw is tight, precise, like every movement costs him something. Theo blinks. “You’ve done this before.” Damien finally looks up at him, eyes dark. “I build security lines for hospitals. Do you think billionaires don’t get hacked? I’ve been rewriting firewalls since before you could spell encryption.”

Mom chuckled, exposing me to everyone, "You should've seen her panic at the thought—she was literally freaking out all these days." "Mom!" Heat rushed to my cheeks. "Poor Hailey," Coby laughed. "That wasn't fair, Madison. Why did you do that to her?" "I think she's still freaking out a bit more now," Damien observed, sizing me up as he poured a drink, sipping it slowly, every move of his was majestic, so calm and collected as if he was a man that could never ever make a mistake, perfected to the very way he breathed and there was something in his gaze that made me want to vanish, "She still seems afraid of the demon."

The soldier stared at Cinthye directly, handed her a tablet. Her grip on the tablet tightened. Damien appeared on the screen, alive and smiling. Except it was different, the kind he wore before killing someone. "Little actress, if you're watching this." His smile vanished. "Do not come for me." A gun struck the back of his head, blood splattered across the camera. Someone cursed in the background, Damien was laughing. He actually laughed. He looked at the lens, somehow it felt like he was looking at her. "Cinthye, I love—"

Damian. 'Can I... record this?' ***

A second later, the lights flickered back on. Both of them blinked against the sudden brightness while rain continued crashing loudly outside the apartment windows. Damian let out a breath. “Okay. Storm. Cool. I was mentally preparing for a serial killer standing behind the shower curtain.” Quinn laughed softly, her forehead resting briefly against his shoulder. “You watch too many horror movies.” “I profile murderers for fun, Quinn. My brain isn’t healthy.” The warmth between them returned almost instantly after that. Easier now somehow. Familiar.

Damien suddenly stood frozen on a spot when he heard everything Alex said about Williams killing Layla's sister and most especially, how he vowed to come back for Ariel . Much to Alex's surprise, Damien burst into hysterical laughter. He was laughing so hard that the decorating lights he was holding onto, fell from his hands. Alex was confused because of Damien 's reaction because he expected him to start creating measures and plotting plans about how they could stop Williams from taking Ariel .

Oliver stared at computer screen in front of him with a grimace, etched on his hard face. “What the hell is this?” He asked, his voice tight, and filled with irritation from what he was seeing on the screen. As usual, Damien had not even taken so much time bringing the footages they needed. And although he had suspected what he was now seeing, he hadn’t wanted it to be true. He hadn’t wanted his suspicions to be correct.

Damien didn't hesitate and told her immediately because she was going to find out one way or the other. "What about them?" Scarlett took a step closer to him and asked. "Scar sent me a video and you should watch it" Damien turned on his computer in the study and played the video that he has transfered over. He stood aside and allowed her to watch the video by herself, without interrupting even a little bit. Scarlett glanced at him slightly and fixed her eyes on the computer screen. Soon her eyes turned colder, and the Aura on her body became sharper. Once again! She looked like the powerful Ghost Assassin everyone was afraid of