Dammit He Got Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I know.” “You said no one would touch what’s yours.” Lennon’s laugh was bitter and hollow. “Well, someone did. They took a picture of us in your fucking office and sent it to my dad, and now I don’t have a house anymore. So congratulations, Damien. You handled it great.” The words landed like slaps. Damien let them land and didn’t interrupt or try to defend himself. Lennon was right. He had promised to handle it. He thought he had.

“And because you deserve better than a first time you’ll regret.” Tears pricked my eyes. Damn him. Damn his words. Damn his restraint. “You’re—confusing,” I whispered. “Good.” His smirk was faint. “It means you’ll think about me tomorrow.”

happened. Damn it!

It was DAMIAN. Where did he get my address?

"ahhh...oh fuck....Damian pleaseee..." I was so fucking dead. I knew Damian won't go easy on me even before he started.

But that smug grin vanished just as fast when we both saw who had knocked me back—Damien, standing there with fury blazing in his eyes. Damien's gaze was fixed on me, his expression a fierce blend of anger and resolve. In a harsh, commanding tone, he declared, "That scumbag is mine." His voice sliced through the tension, making his intentions unmistakably clear.

Damian crushed the drive under his heel. The blue light died. Silence. Alex lay trembling, covered in sweat, tears streaming down his face. Damian pulled him into his arms immediately, holding him so tightly it hurt. “I’ve got you,” he whispered over and over. “I’ve got you. You’re back. You’re mine. You’re you.” Alex clung to him, sobbing. “It used me… it made me… I felt everything…” “I know. But you fought it. You won. You came back to me.”

Then he went ahead to lower his head to my ear level and then whispered. "I don't know what you're up to and what the hell has to enter into your stomach at this point but you must get your shit together and let's first finish with this deal before we take a look." Damien said, not caring how his words affected me or if my life was in danger. I screamed in pain as I cried, once again, attracting Alpha Leo's attention to me, making Damien loosen his grip on me and lean off me too. The fuck! Did he have to use that phrase, "Get your shit together on me," anyway?

I said, "Get them the fuck out." Then I mind linked Damien, "Get Queen Winnie and get in here".

“Rachel, if I decide something belongs to me… then it does.” My stomach twists “Although,” he continued casually, “it was hard to get to you like that. So I had to use the contract, yes.” I freeze He couldn’t get to me like that. And he knew. So he trapped me. “That’s despicable,” I spit. “Say whatever you will, baby. What’s done is done.” I ended the call. For several seconds, I stood frozen in my room. Damian Westwood is a sick man. A very sick man.