Novel & Cerita Damion's Rib Haven

Christopher said. "Is it, Christopher?" Rihanna ran her nails down his sleeve. She sighed dramatically. "Think about it. Damian was at Williams the night she left you. He put guards on her borders. Now he’s getting hurt for her? A man like Damian doesn’t do that unless he’s getting something back." Christopher stiffened. "Watch your mouth, Rihanna."

“Well, I’m sorry to interrupt your morning together. I’m sure he’ll want to finish signing before we have to talk business. Feel free to call me back so we can discuss Ridgehaven.” I suppressed a grin. The mention of our shared work on Ridgehaven had done it: broken down any remaining reluctance Damian had to sign. He wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation of a project like Tideglass that could supposedly outdo both me and his half-brother in one fell swoop. “No need for her to call you again,” Damian grimaced. He swiped through to the IOU document on my phone and signed hastily. Score. Then he passed the phone back to me – still on speaker, so he could listen in, of course – and gestured

Thinking about Damien was dangerous enough without him looking at me like that. “Raven House sits outside the city,” Damien said, his voice steady. “It was originally used as a recovery center.” I blinked. “A recovery center?” “For victims.” The room fell quiet. The pieces immediately started connecting. Trafficking victims. Witnesses. Survivors. People who needed protection. Suddenly the name sounded very different. Much less sinister. Much more tragic. Damien continued. “My father financed it privately.” Nathan finally spoke. “He was proud of that place.”

Damien is great company in the car, I get to listen to his choice of music, which happens to be almost identical to mine and my Noah’s, so I enjoy it a lot. When we get to River’s, the turnout shocks me. There’s barely anyone here, just about three of the workers, yet not a single client. “Damien,” I pause, alarmed by the situation. “What happened? You said River’s was doing great, so why in the Gods green earth is this place empty?”

“You think I’d ever let us fall apart, Kim? No way. I’m not losing you. Not to money, not to Roland, or to anyone else. You're mine, and mine only.” I blinked at him, confused. “I already told you I'm not leaving you no matter what. So why do you sound like our world is about to come to an end simply because we're short on money?” Damien smiled faintly. “I’m not broke,” he said. “Not even close. I’m still a billionaire, Kim. Even if I lost Carter Corp tomorrow, I’d still be fine.” I frowned, searching his face. “What?” He nodded. “I’ve got properties and investments all across the country. Stuff no one knows about except a few of my closest aides. Stocks, real estate, private businesses. I m

He was fast. "Enough of your riddles," I growled. "What the hell do you mean she is the key?" "It would be remiss of me to lay out my cards prematurely," Damion said with a sarcastic shrug. "And how do you play a part in all of this?" I ask bringing my fists up. "Why are you destroying the people and the land?" Damion had come in close for another attack, but I countered his move and caught him in the jaw with my fist. He stumbled back spitting out blood before glaring at me with hate-filled eyes.

He deserved all the respect I could give. "I'm Damian, and I'm the CEO of Elvis Hotels and Resorts." "Oh! That's where my daughter works. That means you must be her boss."Mom said in awe. "Yes ma'am. I am" Damian said with a smile. "Good to meet you dear." Mom said trying to stand to her feet. Damian and I rushed to stop her . "You should rest ma'am." Damian said. He acted so gentlemanly and in my eyes, he looked like a knight in shining armor.

If Damien is sick they would care for him, If Rico was bullied they will fight for him and if Kobe got a detention they will joined him there, sleeping or doing homework together. Damien Clarke-David, Rico's adopted brother. He was orphaned when he was still three because his parents died in a car accident. He’s a very charming guy with that cute British accent. He was the master mind of all pranks and if you find out that you can't find your shoe, he's the one to be blame.

Damian smirked as he took out two tropical drinks from the tiki hut bar behind him. He was tall and muscular, wearing nothing but a vibrant Hawaiian shirt and a pair of faded denim shorts. The shirt, adorned with bright and bold patterns of hibiscus flowers and palm trees, seemed to bring out the stunning blue of his eyes and perfectly complemented his sun-kissed skin. As he stared at me, a broad smile crossed his face, and his eyes lit up. "I've bought this for you." Damian pulled out a bunch of flowers from behind like a magician pulls out a rabbit from a hat.

"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.