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Mister Huang snarled, "I hit her because she killed my son, and she'll never get that will." Daniel's response was daring. "What if I told you she's my wife? Do you really want to cross the CEO of DG Limited?" “We'll need to see some proof.” Mrs. Huang demanded. “Fine then, you can take my word as proof,” Daniel said. “Then you wouldn't mind if we record you.” Anthony's sister suggested. Daniel nodded and took a pause, preparing himself before he spoke, “I… Daniel Salvio Gomez… declare Monica Dune as my wife!”

said the female flashing a bright smile to Damien. "So Mr Damien what can you tell us about the rumors they have about you. Is it true?" She asked with her gaze on him. Sitting at the backstage was Ursala noticing every expression Damien wore with exquisite interest. "Yes it is true. I am married" was his simple reply which seemed to come as a shock to her but was quick to maintain her expression she first started with. "Who is this lucky woman?" She again turning her gaze to Emily who would want to be anywhere but here.

Juliet cuts me off which causes me to turn around and see her smiling, immediately linking her arm with mine. "What are you doing?" I whisper, raising an eyebrow. "Trust me," Damon clears his throat, "Only if you're free. I don't want to bother your night," "It's my friend's—" "Alice's free tonight." Juliet grabs me harder, "Do you want to take my girl out tonight?" My cheeks immediately heat up at the sudden response while Damon glances towards me with a smile, seeing him keeping quiet and not denying anything. "There's this fine restaurant that serves really good steak. I'd like to take you out for dinner," He says, looking at me.

“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.

Damon stood behind her in just black sweatpants, his strong arms wrapped around her waist as they cooked breakfast together. “You look so fucking sexy in my shirt, baby,” Damon murmured against her neck, pressing a kiss there. “How does your tight little cunt feel this morning? Still sore from Daddy stretching you so deep?” Elena blushed and leaned back against his hard chest, stirring the eggs. “It’s really sore. You fucked me so hard last night. I can still feel your thick cock inside me and all that cum you pumped deep into me. You came so much.” Damon chuckled. He slid one hand under the shirt and gently cupped her bare pussy. “Good. I want you to feel me all day. But I’m hungry for some

killed our only child. Now, I truly don't care anymore. I took out my phone and slid it across the counter to him. "Don't worry. She doesn't feel like she owes me a thing." On the screen was a post Sophia had made in the early hours of the morning. [Too much pain to sleep. Damian stayed and held my hand the whole time. He said I’m the person he wants to protect most in this life.] The attached photo showed two hands clasped together. The ring on Damian’s finger—the signet that represented his status as the Don—was piercingly bright under the lights.

“Your relationship with Mr. Damon—should that be something your ex-husband should worry about considering rumors that you both had a past relationship ?” I laughed. “You said it yourself,” I replied. “He is my ex-husband. Our marriage has ended.” Before another word could fly, Damon stepped forward. “That’s enough questions,” He guided me away, our hands still locked. As we walked inside, my shoulders finally relaxed. “You did great,” Damon murmured. I let out a breath. “Even with the last question?” He smiled. “If I had answered that one, the headlines would already be screaming about dating rumors.”

"But Marco Donato is my Capo, and Delilah Donato is his wife." Salvatore’s jaw clenched. "Right. That’s exactly why I’m furious. What gives him the gut and audacity to step onto my island and ruin my business?" His voice darkened with each word, his fingers gripping the armrest of his chair. Alessandro exhaled slowly, his expression calm but thoughtful. Salvatore leaned forward, his voice lower but no less heated. "I will ensure that he and his wife get what they deserve."

"Damien Von Adler wife Vivienne Vasquez." A thousand glossy headlines bloomed across the screen. Adler-Vasquez Spotted Leaving Benefit Dinner Together in Tribeca. Vivienne Vasquez Shares Glimpse of Home Life: “Family First.” No Trouble in Paradise: Sources Say Adler Marriage Still Going Strong. I slammed the laptop shut. Anger. Of course. He was still with her. So what…this was a game? He could send me flowers and chocolates and stay married, unbothered? Was this his idea of penance? A few pretty things and he gets to sleep soundly again?

Damien said, ignoring Enzo's scream. "What's going on here?" Damien turned around as he heard a female voice behind him. He thought she was one of the strippers judging from her heavy makeup and large fake breasts, but she looked much older than the other girls. She wore a top with spaghetti straps and a skirt that barely covered her butt. "Nothing you should be concerned about, sweetheart. Why don't you go back to work? This is between your boss and me," Damien said. "He is my husband! What did you do to him?" she gasped. She stormed toward Enzo and knelt down.