Faking It With Damian Black Novel Novels & Stories

I looked at him, searching his face for the lie, but his eyes were clear and filled with an old, festering anger. “Six months after you left,” Damian continued, his voice low, “I was preparing for the pup’s arrival. I had the nursery ready. I had the pack ready to welcome the heir.” He looked up at me, his expression grim. “But there was no pup, Helen.” My brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” “She faked it,” Damian spat the words out like poison. “She had the pack doctor on her

“You’re lying.” “You do not know who I am, Damian. You tried to throw her out of the hospital, but let me tell you something, Damian. You are in for a surprise to what's coming next,” he continued calmly. “I signed the trust that kept her alive in Europe. And I just finished reviewing the records you thought were sealed forever.” “You—” My voice cracked. “—I am Damian Blackwood. You do not know who you are dealing with,” “The one and only.” Silence swallowed us.

“The problem is, Argan won’t believe a word until he sees it himself. And we can’t just throw accusations without a plan.” Damien closed the laptop with deliberate calm. His tone dropped to a near whisper. “Then we make her confess.” Rama blinked. “Confess? How?” Damien’s lips curved into a faint, cold smile. “If she’s pretending to be sick… we’ll make her drop the act — without even touching her.” Rama stared at him for a moment, then smiled grimly. “I like where this is going.” Damien walked to the window, staring at the darkening sky. “If Revania wants to play games,” he said quietly, “then this time… I’ll write the ending myself.”

* But the universe had other plans. During the morning strategy meeting, a new face sat across the table. **Damien Black** — the sharp, ridiculously handsome VP from their London branch who’d just transferred over. Tall, lean-muscled, with tousled dark hair, piercing green eyes, and a charming smile that screamed “trouble.” He was younger than Rhys, maybe thirty-two, and carried himself with effortless confidence. His eyes kept drifting to Lila throughout the meeting. When it ended, he approached her desk with a smooth grin.

“After he turned me, Viktor didn’t just teach me to survive. He made me his companion, his enforcer, his son. For decades we ruled shadows together. I did things I’m not proud of — eliminated rivals, silenced threats, fed without mercy. I believed he was saving me from a meaningless mortal life.” Damien’s voice grew colder. “But he changed. The more power he gained, the crueler he became. He started enjoying breaking people. When I tried to stop him from destroying an entire village for sport, he nearly killed me. That’s when I left for Blackthorn University — to study a way to make our kind better.” He looked at both of them, pain raw in his eyes. “Tonight, when that echo of him appeared… p

DAMNING ALLEGATIONS AGAINST DAMIEN BLACKWOOD—A HISTORY OF CORRUPTION? Sienna’s stomach dropped. Damien’s expression darkened as he scrolled through the article. It was a hit piece a carefully crafted attack designed to destroy him. “This is a lie,” Sienna whispered. Damien let out a low, dangerous laugh. “Of course it is. But in business, the truth doesn’t matter perception does.” Sienna’s hands clenched into fists. “What do we do?” Damien’s gaze met hers, his expression unreadable. “We go all in.”

Let him think I was just a frightened girl who signed because she had no options. Because the moment I walked into whatever room Damien Blackwood had prepared, he was going to regret the day he decided I was something he could own.

Damien Black smiled at the intriguing woman in the next seat. That sexy teacher who I was reviewing University of Sydney exams, but I didn't have an Australian accent. A woman whose telephone conversation had given him a stressful headache. The intellectualoid snob who thought her novels were superficial crap. Not that he disagreed with that opinion, necessarily, but damn! he had fun writing that superficial junk beyond profitable! He had the best job universe, fuck: making up stories, playing with imaginary friends and getting paid well

Once a Fool, Now a Queen Aurora Sinclair’s POV ⸻ *Damian’s Last Card* Some men don’t accept defeat. They claw and grasp, desperate to rewrite the story even as the ink dries against their skin. Damian was one of them. The headlines should have been his downfall. Blackwood Empire Under Investigation. Illegal Dealings Exposed. Damian Blackwood’s Secrets Unraveling. But instead of crumbling, he did what he always did—he manipulated.

Damian got up and paced the room, his mind racing. "Oh, my God, this is great news," Damian said, his voice laced with ambition. "I wonder how Devon would feel hearing this? His precious, perfect wife, the fake mother of his child, is being blackmailed by a scam artist who is sleeping with his cousin! The humiliation alone would kill Nana!"