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After the commercial break, the host turned to the questions from viewers. We were expected to answer questions from social media pages and followers. "How were you able to keep your relationship a secret till this day? “ She read the question. "My wife is a private person. It is very obvious and you all are aware. She loves her peace and quiet" Damien answered, rubbing my hand. Damien's Public display of affection was on another level on Live broadcast. Even the devil would be convinced by his act.

◇NO POV◇ In a room damien is breaking everything out of anger as his precious obsession is going out of his hands looking at his master in that kind of situation the assistant got panicked and asked "master what happened?? why you're looking so angry??" damien replied "how can I be without anger I made her to see how cruel that don is I made her to get scared of him but she got married to him I felt something suspicious like he threatened her so she might got married to him

Water splashed everywhere. "Oops," she grinned. "Clumsy as always, freak." I bit my tongue. Don't react. Don't speak. But my hands were shaking. The scream was building—the one I'd swallowed a thousand times. Then the front door opened. The energy shifted. Claudia sat up straighter. Vivian's grin faded. Damon walked in. He was massive—six-four, broad shoulders, dark hair tousled. His eyes were cracked ice, sharp and cold. And right now they were locked on me.

“But sir, do you think you and Arya can be… married couples? She still doesn’t know who you are.” Sir Damien stopped in front of the door, his hands already on the door knob. “But I know who she is. My first love. Stop the questions. She’s not home now. Go yourself, get your young master a wife.” As he walked out, his driver, standing outside the Lamborghini pushed the honk button then bowed. “Sir Damien, where do you want to be?” “At Northern Eclipse university.” He sighed, getting in. He saw the Butler leave the room and wave, as his Lamborghini dashed out of the compound.

His hands were itching to torture her. "No, leave me... You bastard..." She screamed and jack slapped her hard. "Shut the fuck up whore..." He made her sit on the chair and tied her there, Jackson and Ashton were standing there with a smirk while watching jack torturing Emily. Damian cut that doctors every body part one by one slowly, making him scream in agony, finally he gave up and his soul left his body. By now damian was fully covered in his blood. He saw jack still waterboarding Emily and stopped him.

Tears of conflict pricked at my eyes as I gathered my notes, my hands trembling slightly. Damien Voss was dangerous in ways I hadn’t anticipated. His confidence, his dominance, the way he noticed every physical reaction I tried to hide—it unsettled me deeply. And worse, it excited me in a way no client ever had.

'Damon, get a grip of yourself. Even if he is not always on good terms with Dwayne, this was just too much to bear for him. "You can check other news sites too, even myself is still in disbelief," Theresa muttered breaking into Damon's thought. Yeah, true though! Damon did as advised and it turns out all was the same. Most online TV sites are carrying the same news as their headline. Can this be true? Damon's eyes were already red like they might bleed blood soon. "No...!!!" He screamed in agony. "This can't be happening. It can't be..."

My phone buzzed in my lap. Another message from Victoria. This time it was a live feed from the embryo storage facility. A technician in a white coat was standing in front of a large cryogenic tank, holding a small vial labeled with Damian’s name and the date of the Vegas night. Under the video, one line: “Ten minutes. Choose wisely.” Damian glanced at the screen and his foot pressed harder on the gas. “She thinks she can play God,” he said, voice low and lethal. “She’s about to find out what happens when the devil fights back.”

“My God—Damon, it’s from Daven.” My chest tightened hard enough to hurt. “Open it,” I said, steady even as something cold crept through my veins. She tapped the screen. A video played. Daven. Standing inside her house. Alive. Unharmed. Looking… normal. Confused, maybe. But not terrified. He held the phone too close to his face, like someone had told him what to say and handed it to him seconds before pressing record. “Hi, Mom,” he said quietly. “I’m home.”

33 - Kneel Summer Damon grew his own vegetables, so when we reached his home, Void, with his big yellow eyes, saw us from the glass doors as Damon nerded about different kinds of chilies, which all looked the same to me. He showed me the different fertilizers he used and showed me a chart where he had written how much water each plant needed. He had made a spreadsheet for his plants. It was adorable.