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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

On the night of our ninth wedding anniversary, my husband—Damian Grant, the man who ruled the mafia by day and once ruled my heart by night—did not bring me roses. He gave the bouquet that should have been mine to Serena Lane, his personal assistant. Beneath the chandelier where we once danced on our wedding night, he turned to me with that same cold charm he once used to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. “She's pregnant.” Finally, everything fell into place. “She's a picky eater. From today onward, you’ll cook three meals a day for her. And no repeats.

This woman was an exception. I remembered our wedding night. He'd called it an open marriage. A promise that we could have our games, but our hearts—and our family lines—were off-limits. Untouchable. The only rule. Once, a senator we worked with disrespected me. Said something crude. Before I could react, Damien had crushed his glass in his hand. Shards dug into his palm, blood dripping down. But he smiled at the terrified senator. "The Falcone family rule is no violence in business. But my rule is, no one disrespects my wife."

She glanced at the intertwined hands of her husband and the woman whose face she was quite familiar with. The young woman’s name was Susan Davis. A well-known model in the city, but to the family and the public, Susan was Damien’s escort. Susan was the woman who stood by Damien’s side in every event. Since their marriage was not known to the public on Charlotte’s request, Damien had insisted that it was only a relationship of convenience and as Susan was from a great family and had a high status in the industry, their relationship was beneficial to the company’s growth, so Zia hadn’t bothered to question him further.

Liam cried out making me snap back to reality. "Sorry." I apologized blowing on his already red arm, how did I get so carried away. "So that's the woman? A Gilbert?" Damon's dad spoke with contempt and I felt my back straightened, I would not let my family name be soiled. "She's not 'the woman', she's my wife." Damon said through gritted teeth, his hand curling into a fist. "Don't tell me you two have a child already?" "Brother how could you? You abandoned your son to have a child with this woman."

Damon said, his fingers reaching into her. Serena’s body warmed immediately at his touch, she closed her eyes and arched her back more as his fingers explored her from behind. This was it! She thought This was how it felt to be the lover of Damon Matteo, mafia heir and billionaire But she wasn’t just his lover, she was his wife!.

The missed school events because of emergency surgeries. Savannah told me about Scarlet's history. Her insecurities about being a good mother. Her desperate need to prove she's more than just Lucas's ex-wife. Her complicated relationship with Damian. "She's married to Damian Cole," Savannah said, her voice bitter. "Lucas's brother. Can you believe that? She divorced one Cole brother and immediately married the other. Like she's trying to destroy the entire family." I said nothing about my dinner with Damian. About the way he'd looked at me like I was boring. Forgettable.

Is he not going to introduce me as his wife? "Stephanie, you know what we had was gone long ago, before you got married. Besides, I want to introduce you to my wife. Claire, this is Stephanie, an old friend. No, I did not sleep with her while she was married, so don't look at me like that," Damon says in his straightforward way.

Business documents stretching back decades. Courtney searched carefully until she found the black leather album belonging to her grandfather, Damon Savage. She sat down slowly and opened it. Old photographs stared back at her. Then she found Rain Dzer, young, elegant, beautiful. Courtney smiled. Rain had been legendary. Damon Savage's first wife. The woman he supposedly loved more than anyone. Courtney remembered hearing stories growing up. Rain and Damon losing their children in a terrible accident. Rain blaming Damon afterward. Their marriage collapsing completely.

Damian was apparently having the same thoughts as me, because as soon as I was safely inside the car, he turned to the paparazzi. "It’s not the public’s business to know about what we're doing or what's going on in my personal life. But I do want to address one thing, as my wife’s name is being dragged in this entire situation. It's not fair for my wife to be treated harshly for decisions I've made in the past. Just to make things crystal clear. My first wife and I have been separate for a few years, and we are currently in the process of finalizing our divorce, so no, I do not have two wives! My one and only wife is Bianca- Salvatore Moretti."