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His voice made her nipples tighten under her blouse. “Elena,” he snapped suddenly through the intercom. “In here. Now.” She jumped up, smoothing her tight pencil skirt, and walked in. Damon sat behind his massive desk in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking every inch the ruthless billionaire. His eyes flicked over her body like he owned it. Which, after last night, he kind of did. “Yes, Mr. Voss?” she asked, trying to sound professional. Her voice came out breathy. He leaned back, staring. “You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?”

A knock interrupted us before I could sit with that thought any longer. Damian stood in the doorway, tie loosened, that same exhaustion carved into his face lately. His eyes moved from me to Sophia and back, something unreadable behind them. “I didn’t realize you had company,” he said. “Sophia Bennett. My best friend since college.” I gestured between them, watching Sophia’s eyes light up with obvious, unrepentant curiosity. “Sophia, my husband.” “The infamous Damian Blackwood.” Sophia stood, extending her hand with confident directness. Damian shook it without flinching. “I’ve heard a lot about you. None of it from Evelyn, she’s been suspiciously tight-lipped.”

Liam's POV The moment Norman left with Cathy to the boutique like I instructed, my phone buzzed loudly and broke through my thoughts. As I rose and my eyes fell on the caller ID, I was frozen. An unknown number? Then pressed on the reply button and instantly a husky deep voice echoed in my. “Hello, I hope I'm speaking to Liam Blackwood?” “Yes! Who are you?” I asked quickly. “This is detective Sampson and I'm calling you to the kidnappers that kept Miss Charlotte Knight hostage,” the caller introduced himself behind the phone.

Samantha said, and Damian laughed and rose from his chair as he moved to meet her. Samantha wanted to take a step back, but she braced herself for him. Not wanting to be afraid. "I see," Damian drew nearer to Samantha's face. He raised her chin to look at him as he was taller than her. "What do you love about me? My dïck? Or my money?" He asked her bluntly, and words failed to leave her mouth. "Your personality," Samantha finally replied, and Damian smiled, moving away from her. "My personality stinks, and I'm sure that's not why you're here. Or is it?" He asked, as he walked up to meet one of the strippers in a bikini, while Samantha turned to look at him.

i said . " Actually there is " he said . " really ?! " I asked him. " Yes , tell me miss Gilbert , have you ever heard of Damon Sorrentino ?" he asked . " Hmm , honestly I haven't " i answer " Well , he's a successful businessman , he owns bunch of clubs and casinos and production companies " " Interesting, .... What do you want me to do ? " i asked .

"What are you talking about?" Joy owned the biggest diamond store in LA, and Damon had come in the previous week to buy the largest diamond-cut ring she had. She'd put her soul into the selection process, despite her hatred for him, and she'd looked forward to seeing it on Aneeka's finger. She hated the barely visible, tiny diamond he'd insisted Aneeka wear as a wedding band. They looked at each other in confusion. Then they heard running footsteps outside, followed by Damon's loud laughter and the unmistakable sound of applause.

“You’re doing this, on your own terms.” I kissed him back, slow and grateful. His hands rested on my waist, warm and steady. For a moment, it felt like the old days... the good ones... when we were just happy together. Later that evening, while I was feeding Lily, my phone buzzed with a news alert. “Billionaire Damon Sterling’s Ex-Mistress Speaks Out: Claims Ongoing Emotional Connection Despite New Baby” The article was short but vicious. Sophia had given a small interview, hinting that she and Damon still had “unfinished business” and that she wished him well with his “new family.” It wasn’t outright lies, but it was enough to stir things up and comments were already flooding in.

Back at the villa, Damon instructed the housekeeper to show Nyla to a guest room while he retreated to his study. He needed Spencer to investigate the man who had bumped into Nyla that evening. "Mr. Sumner, we've identified the man. He's the popular actor Malcolm Underwood. He was at the restaurant tonight with his non-celebrity girlfriend. He bumped into Ms. Jayston while rushing out after spotting a paparazzo," Spencer reported. Damon's expression remained icy, and his voice was devoid of emotion. "Give him a lesson."

She was overwhelmed, momentarily speechless. They stared at each other, everything else fading away. Bree only heard the pounding of her own heart. “I understand, Jax,” she whispered. Jackson’s intensity made her want to melt. She had never met a man so direct and passionate. Then Jackson suddenly stood, still holding Bree’s hand. She stood with him, hand in hand, not letting go. “Everyone!” Jackson shouted, drawing the attention of diners. All eyes turned to him. “I’m Jackson Samaniego, CEO of Diamond Entertainment. And this beautiful woman with me is my secretary—and she’s also my girlfriend.” His voice radiated pride.

Show me a man with the guts to stand up to your father and I’ll show you a man who doesn’t exist. ‘He exists.’ Her heart pumped hard against her chest and she forced herself to breathe slowly. ‘There is one man who isn’t afraid of anyone or anything. A strong man.’ ‘Who?’ Sophia kept her voice casual. ‘I’m going to see Damian Andino.’ The name alone drained the colour from her mother’s face. ‘Andino is another version of your father. He’s a ruthless, self-seeking playboy with no conscience and not one shred of gentleness in him. Don’t be fooled by that handsome face and that charismatic smile. He’s deadly.’