Faking It With Damian Black Novel Novels & Stories

Not the Blackwood heir. Just Damian. The man beneath everything. And I liked that man far more than I should. At one point he reached across the table and took my hand. Naturally. Like it belonged there. Neither of us commented on it. Neither of us pulled away. The moonlight reflected across the ocean. The atmosphere felt almost magical. Then Damian suddenly spoke. “Can I ask you something?” I looked up. “Sure.” “If there had been no scandal…” His thumb brushed my hand. “No fake marriage.”

"The bots are running. 100k votes against. He'll never win." "He wants more. He wants them separated permanently." "I can access the league's server. For a price." Damian's hands shook. He scrolled up. The messages went back weeks—before the championship game, before the blackmail, before any of it. Carla had been working with Damian's father the whole time. She had helped him fake the stroke. She had helped him call the journalist. She had helped him rig the vote. "Sebastian," Damian said. Sebastian walked over. He looked at the phone. His face went pale.

The night my destiny was broken. I stood frozen as the memory replayed itself, cruel and merciless. Damian’s eyes met mine—golden, proud, unreadable. The bond that had just snapped into existence pulsed between us, and I could feel my own heartbeat echoing in the silence before he spoke the words that had haunted me for years. “I, Damian Blackwood, reject you.” His voice cut through me like steel, and the crowd’s murmurs became daggers in my ears. I remembered the taste of humiliation, the burn of tears, the scream I never let out.

You have got to be kidding me… "You're a real jerk, you know that?" I said, finally grabbing the glass and taking a swallow. It burned like hell, but it felt good. "I’m a Black. 'Jerk' is the entry-level requirement," Damien shrugged. He was watching me, his gaze lingering on my lips as I pulled the glass away. The air in the kitchen suddenly felt….hot. "Dominic thinks he's going to use you to win a corporate war," Damien said, his voice dropping to a low, rough murmur.

"Had a good morning, did we?" "Very good," Damian confirmed. "Well, come back to bed. Silas is sulking and claiming you abandoned him." Damon's grin was wicked. "We should probably make it up to him. Thoroughly." Eve slid off the desk, wincing slightly. "I'm going to need a very long bath at some point." "Later," Damon said, already reaching for her. "Much later." Damian followed them back to the bedroom, and something in his chest felt lighter than it had in years. He didn't have all the answers yet. Didn't know exactly who Damian Blackwood was when he wasn't fighting battles and protecting his pack from existential threats.

Chapter Fifteen: bad girls get punished No, this can't actually be happening to me. I actually can't believe this! Damien Blackwood kills people! This isn't one of my wild, low-key insane fantasies of him being a psycho in a suit, of him living a secret life as a ruthless mafia boss- I wasn't turned on in this situation, That's why fantasies should be just that- fantasies. This has by far been the worst day of my life, after the day I found out that mom had been shot dead.

Though it happened in my past life, just the mention of it made me shake with anger. Damian's hands were trembling as he grabbed my shoulders. "That's because Heidi lied to me! I thought she was the one who saved me, so I agreed to fake my death, leave with her and disappear! "I swear I thought of settling down with you!" His chest heaved with every ragged breath as he continued, "I'll make it up to you, Carla. I won't go anywhere, and I'll stay right here by your side. If your dad gets sick as he did in our past lives, I'll help you nurse him."

His smile vanished slowly, “On that point, we agree.” Cassie’s eyes faltered, brows twitching, “I–I don’t understand.” Damian leaned towards her, and grabbed her arms, “Look scared.” She looked so confused, she was confused, and Damian must’ve seen that because he tightened his grip on Cassie, while saying “Be afraid, Cassie.” Her eyes widened. “Good. Now listen.” He leaned closer, whispering, “You asked whether I have goals for Blakey. I do. I have one.” Cassie listened. “For him to–”

I had successfully tempted the monster out of his cage, but as I stood alone in the dark sanctuary of my room, a thrill of pure anticipation mixed with a sudden wave of nerves. What would happen next? Damian was a man of absolute order, a tycoon who controlled multi-million dollar international shipping sectors with a single word. He wasn't used to being defied, and he certainly wasn't used to being played. Would he spend the next few days completely avoiding me, burying himself in his high-tech study to pretend the high-friction standoff in the dark kitchen had never happened? Or would he look at me tomorrow morning at breakfast and act like nothing had transpired, hiding behind that mask o

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