Damon Dash Wife Rocky Novels & Stories

Her eyes raked over Naomi again, a slow, deliberate look. "Your… wife?" she managed, the two words left her lips like the smell of something pungent. "Since when, Damon?" "For six years," Damon replied, his voice flat. He stood rigidly, his eyes staring right back at Rosie without emotion. He wasn't going to elaborate, neither was he willing to give her any sort of explanation. Naomi, feeling the tension in the air, extended a hand to Rosie. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Sinclair." Her voice was polite and calm.

The music the laughter it all sounded like it was coming from far, far away. I felt like I was going to be sick as I walked towards where my husband stood unable to digest what was going on. “Damon… what… what is going on?” I whispered my voice trembling. Damon turned to look at me his expression hardening as he still had his arm around the woman in the red dress. “Alyssa,” he said, like he was introducing a business partner. “This is fiancée Rachel and this,” he said, kissing the little boy’s head, “is my son Leo.”

Petra finally looked me over, and I could instantly tell that she disapproved of me. "I was saying that Lora was my ex-girlfriend. There is nothing between us now. In fact, I've been dying to introduce you to my wife, Amelia." Beaming at me, Damian took my hand lying on the table and pressed it to his lips. I smiled back at him. Petra's eyes widened slightly. "Your wife?" she cried incredulously. Damian ignored her tone. "Yes." "I've heard so much about you, Petra," I said. "It's nice to meet you finally. Shame you couldn't make it to our wedding."

Dash shouted with his hand resting on his cheek. But from the look of fear in his eyes, Chloe wasn't buying a word that he said, and in tears, she held her dress, lifted it, and started running out of the hall. “My poor daughter!” Dana cried, hurrying after her. Consumed by rage, Elijah kept his cold gaze on Dash for a while before turning around and following his wife. For a moment, Dash stood still. Then his father calmly approached him and mumbled, “It's a shame that Catherine is married. With her connection with Mr. Ford project, she would be a great option for our situation.”

Every month, for the last year, a payment of five thousand dollars had been made to a "S. Blackwood." S. Blackwood. Damon’s mother was named Sylvia. But Sylvia had died in a car accident five years ago. I’d seen the photos. I’d seen the grief in Damon’s eyes when he talked about her. My hands began to shake. I looked toward the stairs, toward the room where my husband was sleeping—the man I thought was my rock, the man who told me to "relax" while he was secretly funding a dead woman and buying a secret home in the city.

“I did not arrange the trust transfer. I receive no benefit from it, and Ethan has formally rejected any personal claim. I married Damien because I chose him.” “So you deny working with your former fiancé?” someone called out. “I am not working with Ethan,” I said. “I am married to Damien.” “Ms. Hart, can you respond to claims that Ethan Cole’s abandoned fiancée—” “Olivia Black,” I corrected. The reporter tried again but stumbled over my old name, as if it still belonged to me. Damien stepped forward only then. “My wife’s name is Olivia Black,” he said. “Use it.” No long speech. Just that.

A power play to show him who really needed him. "I'll be right back," he promised. A promise I knew he wouldn't keep. Then he swept her into his arms and was gone. In a moment, my phone buzzed. Sophia's number. I answered. There was no sound, just heavy, repressed breathing. "Damien…" Sophia's voice was syrupy sweet, trembling with victory. "Do you like my new tattoo? Right here on my collarbone… your initials… just like the one on your wife's wrist."

It should be true as Arya noticed that Damien walked around more freely with her than she expected since he was the CEO. Perhaps leaving Ken to handle the media was Damien’s way of reducing the attention that comes to him. Ken rushed towards them and before Arya could lock the door to the backseat, he opened it and hopped in. Kane began driving immediately. “Damn it! Why did you rush in so fast!” Arya glared at him. He was shocked to see her and rested on the door. “Damien’s wife? What ever are you doing here?” Damien’s wife? Was that her name now? And that was her line. What was he doing in the back seat with her? He had just jumped in without even looking.