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Damien ordered her. Savannah gulped in fear. "Am I clear?" Damien asked her. Savannah nodded fastly without wasting any second. She didn't want him to get more angry. "Dominic is playing with you." "He is a killer." "He won't even hesitate a bit to kill a girl if she ever denies him." "He forced himself on girls." Damien was saying these sentences one by one breaking Savannah's heart into pieces. "You are lying." Savannah whispered unbelievably. "Then go ahead. Let him use you. You will remember my words when he forces himself on you. You will remember me when he will kill you just the way he killed her," shouted Damien in anger.

David bowed down getting scared as he gulped his saliva and left the room. Damon sighed and got back to his work. He had black hairs and a perfect body with six abs and muscular chest. He was young with an extraordinaraly streamlined jawline. He was fair and his arms always showcase his nerves. he was charming and wherever he went, girls were always willing to spread legs for him.

She said in a panic. Salvatore gave a smirk, that is exactly what I am waiting for. "I want him to strike he should come to me, and I'll make sure that I swallow him a whole" he groaned. "I'm really excited that you didn't get hurt, you know when I'd heard that it was Alessandro you were going against, I was really scared." She said. Salvatore frowned at her. "Why were you scared?" He asked. "That's because that man is the devil's incarnate , he is heartless and also a monster, he doesn't spare anyone and has so many gimmicks to escape when being defeated." Sophia.

"I still believe you haven't murdered your wife, but I can't even ignore Damon's confession. I'll talk to you about it. " She turns her eyes back to Liam. On the other hand, Liam also looks at Samantha while giving her an evil smile. "You Liam Salvatore, I won't leave you. After all, you've misbehaved with me. " "I’m leaving you tonight, but tomorrow I’ll teach you a lesson." Next morning. Damon comes out of the room after being freshened up. His feet automatically stop as his eyes find Liam in front of him. Damon also never gets confused between Liam and Aaron. The main difference between them is their eye colour, and second, there is a dragon tattoo on Liam's arm.

“I want you to meet someone.” I frowned and crossed my arms, ready for whatever sleaze she’d dragged home this time. “Who?” The front door swung open behind her, and my breath caught. Salvatore stepped in, tall and sharp in a black suit, that dagger tattoo peeking from his collar. His amber eyes locked on me, a slow and wicked grin spreading across his face, the kind that promised trouble I couldn’t dodge. My legs locked, shock rooting me to the spot as every nerve screamed for me to run.

Alessio tightened his grip on the Oath Blade. “What are you?” Damien’s smile widened. “I am…” He took one slow step forward. “…the future your father was too afraid to accept.” He opened his gloved hand. Resting in his palm… Was a faded family photograph. Vittorio. Leonardo. Little Alessio. And standing beside them… Smiling as though he belonged there… Was Damien. Not as an enemy. As family. Alessio’s breathing stopped. Leonardo stared at the photograph in disbelief.

It was as if he was staring at me. No no no.... It can't be.... I switched off the TV and ran to the room and brought out my laptop..... I typed 'DAMIAN SALVATORE' into the search bar Numerous articles relating to him displayed I read some and proceeded to check his pictures... He looks more cute in pictures... An article caught my eyes... NYC's sweetheart and youngest billionaire DAMIAN SALVATORE at 28 still yet to marry What? Are they for real?! Is he gay?

They aren't even back in their seats before they start kissing again. Hatred mixed with pain scorches through me and the urge for revenge pushes me to do the most ridiculous thing ever. I look around, searching, and there's a really hot guy smoking by a corner. He's Damon-Salvatore-hot, in a tight black tee that clings to his muscular body. He even has an arm and a neck tat and ear piercing. Oh, he's perfect! I stomp over, pluck the cigarette from his fingers, and blurt, "I'm sorry, but can you hold your breath for a second?"

He was hot like a real Ian somerholder____Damon Salvatore. I couldn’t help but notice the bold tattoos creeping up over his neck, his arms, forearms, and fingers. His dark hair is styled short but not without one little string falling out and the crest of his motorcycle club boldly tattooed on his neck. He glances towards my direction again , his stare cold but hot and when I see the mischievous smile creep up to the corner of his lips I knew I was in trouble.

Drops of water were dripping slowly to his abdomen, then he suddenly disappeared behind that darn towel. I couldn’t help daydreaming about it. I looked back up and saw a wicked smirk on his face, flaming me up. Today, he was wearing all black like always, but this time, he added a black leather jacket to his “Damon Salvatore” look. It made him look like the badass he was, making me think in a different perspective.