Daniel Le Domas 소설 & 이야기

“No. You’re hiding things. Just like me.” He moved beside her, the crunch of gravel under his boots too loud in the stillness. “I tracked an old encrypted channel called Marionette's Mirror. Private invite-only. They trade digital footage. Some dom content, sure. But there’s one user—calls himself FoxWithTeeth—who’s posted increasingly violent material. Masks. Collars. Obedience contracts. Sound familiar?” Her eyes went flat. “Very.” “He commented on one of your early streams,” Damien added. “Before you blew up. I cross-referenced the timestamp. Same night you first used the alias Domica on your side Reddit account.”

"You're sick. Why aren't you with Leah?" The moment I mentioned Leah, Daniel's expression twisted into one of utmost disgust. "Don't mention that disgusting woman!" I arched a brow and jeered, "What? Wasn't she the love of your life? You don't love her anymore?" Daniel's voice turned cold. "Enough, Rosalie. Don't mock me. I read the whole document you sent me. I even found out more. Besides sleeping around, Leah had two abortions in those five years abroad. She racked up gambling debts in Los Virtas. And she even did drugs."

Daniel who had just arrived said, "Not good, but I will get better. I have high hopes now that Mr Yekkel grandson is here" she replied pointing at David, David smiled, he looked at the lawyer and tried to recall where he had seen him before, "Have we met" "No, I guess you are confused because I look exactly like my brother" Daniel replied, "Who is your brother?" David asked, "He was Mr Yekkel's lawyer who is now your lawyer" Daniel explained, "Ahhh, yes"

Seeing Lea's doubtful look, Daniel continued, "Oh, maybe you don't know, but in Amanda's company, I'm just a small shareholder. But in my own company, Maxima Corps, I'm the owner. You know, right?" "That's not what I meant. I don't like your company's system of hiring a department head just because you like the person," Lea sarcastically retorted. ***

He kept looking at his watch, annoyed until he us. I took that as my cue to leave the car and walk to him. He eyes me up and down and licked his lips before offereing his hand. I put my hand in his and he brought it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. He then smiled at me, showcasing his yellowing teeth. “When they said my date was beautiful, I didn’t imagine she was this pretty. You are very gorgeous.” “Thank you, sir.” “Call me Alonzo. The girls also call me daddy.” He remarked with an ugly laugh that turned into a heavy cough. I looked away in fear that some of his saliva would fall on my face.

He didn't just walk over; he practically stomped, his dark eyes burning into the back of Leo’s expensive suit. Daniel arrived within seconds, stepping directly into Irene’s personal space. He stood right behind her, his tall, imposing figure throwing both her and Leo into shadow. He crossed his arms over his chest, radiating a freezing, terrifying aura of absolute, quiet arrogance. Elias, standing by Irene’s legs, tilted his head upward, looking at Leo’s dimpled smile, then turned his sharp eyes toward Daniel’s furious, glowing face. “Wow,” Elias muttered loudly, his sharp mouth utterly ruthless as he pointed a small finger at Leo. “I really wish this man was my father instead of this grumpy

His face was still pale, and I could see the exhaustion dragging at his features. But his eyes were sharp. Focused. Determined. I swallowed hard. “Who is he?” Michael hesitated. Then he said, “His name is Daniel Carter. He used to work for Damien.” That made my stomach drop. “Used to?” I repeated. Michael nodded. “He was Damien’s accountant—handled all the money, all the offshore accounts, all the dirty transactions. But then something changed.” I frowned. “What?” Michael leaned back against the bar, his fingers running through his hair. “Carter found something. Something Damien didn’t want him to know.”

The sound of the door opening behind me had me turning my head. Damon stepped inside, dressed in his usual dark jeans and black button-up, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His hair was damp, like he’d just come in from a shower somewhere else. He didn’t look at me right away, his eyes instead going to Isla for a brief moment. “You didn’t sleep here,” I said, my voice low but steady. He didn’t flinch. “No. I didn’t.” I crossed my arms over my chest, not bothering to hide the frown that pulled at my lips. “Why?”

Mira’s height could match up to Cohen’s shoulder, and he stood tall on six-foot-nine. “How did—what the hell?” Amanda spoke at last. “Who are you?” “Adeline Domenico.” She repeated her name. “Aren’t you General Solomon?” she pointed to Cohen. “General what?” Liam asked with a hint that he was about to laugh his ass off. “General Solomon, the great general of daemons army.” “Do you have Napoleon and Stalin too?”

Dominic looked between me and Micah before averting the glare to Yurik who was busy smiling sheepishly. "What is this?" Dominic asked roughly taking a step towards Yurik who backed away and raised his hands. Even he looked scared. "Don't get mad at me, Domo. She's Micah's sister and I just thought-" "What? That Micah will get some sort of immunity just because-" Dominic stopped himself from finishing the sentence. He looked at me slowly before narrowing his eyes suspiciously. I gulped. What is he thinking? "You two, get out. I want to speak to Caitlin alone." He demanded pointing to Micah and Yurik before nudging his thumb towards the door.