Emotional Damage Guy Novels & Stories

So much self-loathing. I was just looking at him while I listened. All this time, I was shaking my head. Things happen for a reason. But Damian was convinced that what happened between him, his brother, and me was all his fault. It was messy. “Your heart will be broken. That was for sure. But we could have prevented the mental torture. The emotional suffering. The doctor said you suffered from severe stress. If it was not addressed immediately…” his voice trailed off. Damian’s jaw ticked. It was like he was having an internal battle within himself.

“You don’t understand, Damien. You weren’t there. You didn’t feel the way he looked at me when he said those things. The way the whole school was laughing at me. I gave him everything. I gave him my trust, my body, my heart and he threw it away like it was nothing. I need him to feel even a fraction of the pain I’m feeling right now.” Damien reached out and took my hands in his, squeezing them gently. His eyes were full of love and concern. “Georgia , you know I care for you like my sister, and I’ll never want anything to happen to you. You know I do. I’ve been here through all the Maxwell shit, through everything. But this? This isn’t going to make the pain go away. It’s going to make every

After talking to him, he told me he'd send a letter over to the house informing Michael about evacuating the house and paying an emotional damage f*e of 100 thousand pounds, leaving everything I bought in the house, and never to contact me again. I dialed Shania's number. "Hey, girl. How's the surprise going?" "Bitch, I was surprised. That asshole was cheating on me." "What?" "With Gabriella." "No! How dare he? That asshole. I'll kill him." "Nah, I already did that. He's to pay 100 thousand pounds for emotional damage, leave everything in the house, and never contact me." "Oh, that's not enough! You should have punched him in the face! Or the guts! Oh, he's so fucking lucky I wasn't there."

Two big men stood beside him. I turned to Ethan. “You said he was fine!!” I screamed in pain. “You had him hit.” He shrugged. “Well, he would not talk.” “You're disgusting!” I yelled as my heart constricted in my chest. Both of my palms were instantly clenched into tight fists at my sides I glanced back at the screen. Damien looked restless, tired though, but with eyes that showed strength. My heart broke right there. Emotions strongly flooded me that I felt dizzy. He had done all this for me. Now he was hurt because of me.

Deborah smiled with such malice, her eyes burning as she glared at him, and then she dragged her gaze to Zane, saying, "You stand by his side. How shameful-" "I will forever pay for my sin. I hurt my wife! I was an awful husband! I was a filthy human being! I will never forgive myself, for hurting Roselia Grimes, for the pain I cause my son, Zane! The rest of my life is not enough to make up for my mistakes!" Damion shouted. The mumbling from the reporters grew louder as the camera's lights went off and on. But Damion didn't care about how they were watching and how they were staring at him.

I thought, but did not say. "Mr Donovan," he gave me a weak smile. "He came here with a broken heart. He ended up healing ours instead." I snorted. The idea of Damian possessing a heart, a sentimental side, was laughable. I would have laughed if I didn't still feel angry at him and very, very hurt. "A broken heart?" I said. "Wait a minute. Are we talking about the same person? Damian Donovan? That’s not possible. He doesn’t have a heart neither can he conceive feelings.”

"I've transferred fifteen million dollars to your account. That’s more than enough for someone like you. It's certainly enough to ensure you never have to go back to cleaning houses for a living." Someone like you. His words burned like acid in my chest. To him, I wasn't a partner. I wasn't a human being with feelings. I was just the charity-case maid who had overstepped her boundaries. "I don't... I don't want your money," I choked out, shaking my head as hot tears finally spilled over my lashes. Damian let out a harsh, mocking scoff at me. "Please. Everyone wants my money. That is exactly why you manipulated my grandfather in his final years, isn't it? Don’t bother denying it, you greedy g

I say calmly, curse Heath Duncan for being a bad influence. “That was easier than I thought” he says almost sounding sad, “yesterday Mr. Duncan broke up with this girl and she cried her eyes out, she even knelt on the ground for him to take her back.” “Your point is?” I ask angrily, how dare he give me this dumb scenario what am I supposed to do with it. “Well, I want you show some emotions, the girl was just a one night stand you were my girlfriend for almost a year.” “You want me to show emotions huh?” I ask sarcastically and as dumb as this man is he nods. And that is what I did, showed him emotions, with my fists.

A slow, twisted chuckle that morphed into something darker, more unhinged. He wiped the blood from his lip and grinned at me, eyes wide, the sound of his psychotic laughter filling the room. “You’re a psycho,” I whispered, staring at Damien in disbelief. The man in front of me wasn’t just twisted—he was broken beyond repair. “Well, yeah. I became like this when Katrina broke up with me.” I clenched my jaw. “She broke up with you for a reason. You’re a scumbag, dude.” “Oh yeah?” Damien’s eyes narrowed, a sick smirk curling on his lips. “And how about you, huh? You’re doing illegal underground fights too! Aren’t you a scumbag?”

_*]:min-w-0"> He wasn't wrong. I'd spent weeks watching how people interacted, looking for signs that Ian's manipulation had lasting effects. Otto still flinched at raised voices. Desi checked exits obsessively. Bea and Ben orbited each other like they were afraid getting too close would trigger another crisis. _*]:min-w-0"> "We're all damaged," I said. "The question is whether that damage defines us or just shapes us." _*]:min-w-0"> "Deep philosophical musing before breakfast. You're in rare form."