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It was as if he was staring at me. No no no.... It can't be.... I switched off the TV and ran to the room and brought out my laptop..... I typed 'DAMIAN SALVATORE' into the search bar Numerous articles relating to him displayed I read some and proceeded to check his pictures... He looks more cute in pictures... An article caught my eyes... NYC's sweetheart and youngest billionaire DAMIAN SALVATORE at 28 still yet to marry What? Are they for real?! Is he gay?

Damien broke down right there on the floor breathing heavily “I was never enough for you Dad, never enough. I used to be straight and girls were fine but then everything went bad and I fell for Alex out of depression are you happy now.” His words hit me deep and broke something inside me too because this was never really the first time Damien did this, denying he was never gay and breaking me over and over again. “Damien what are you even saying” I asked with my voice shaking “depression is that why you did all this.” His da d kept dragging Damien toward the door with the guards helping and Damien kept talking while they pulled him. “I tried to be what you wanted but Alex made me feel someth

“No, have you forgotten that they are in a relationship? Aaron is gay and Arthur is a bisexual. They may not have confirmed it but we can obviously see on the way they act that they are in a relationship and not just partners in a crime. I’m more concerned on them and their relationship than their crime and punishment. I’m pretty sure their family will do something to lighten their case but… you know, I’ve had my share of people ‘coming out’ to the world and I have seen how they were ridiculed and discriminated. They were basically alienated from society. I know what they did was not right but, I feel like it will just add up to the worse things if they ever ‘come out’.” Damian wasn’t able t

Lia asked, finally meeting his eyes. “For dragging you into my shitty life,” Damien admitted. “I wanted to tell you the truth, but I didn’t know how you’d look at me after.” “Okay,” Lia said carefully. “So what is it you’re not telling me?” Damien hesitated. His fingers tightened around the cup in his hand. “I’m gay,” he finally said. “Yeah, right,” Lia scoffed. “And I’m Camila Cabello.” Then she stopped. She really looked at him this time, at his face, the tension in his shoulders, the fear in his eyes.

' I thought as I looked at him, his face seemed unfazed by his situation; he just confessed that he liked me in front of the whole school, and he acts like what he did is just normal. "What?!" Exclaimed Damien in sudden surprise and anger, he looked at Adrien as if he was crazy as if he just said he's Batman or something, he looked at him as if he has gone insane. "Did you just hear what you said?! Adrien, have you gone insane!" He yelled at him, "did you just say you fell for him! For that nerd!" He yelled at him as he looked at me in disgust, I knew now by his facial expressions that the reason Damien never liked me was simple, he was homophobic. "Damien, I told you to watch your mouth whe

Damian asked Grey. “Who else would be bold enough to barge into this place, that you think would be safe to hide you and your lover??” Grey asked as he turned his attention. “Don’t tell me…..” “It is exactly what you were suspecting Felix. I was the mole.” Grey cut Felix’s words off. “That must be a lie. There is no way you can be the mole. I know you. We are friends remember.” Damian said as he shook his head in denial.

He glanced up, then sighed, pressing his fingers to his temples. “Ava,” he said tiredly. “What are you doing?” “I’m making the best of our honeymoon.” “Well, don’t—” “Why?” I cut in. And then it hit me. Oh my God. Is Damien… gay? My hand flew to my mouth as I stared at him, wide-eyed. He noticed immediately and gave me a strange look. “Why are you looking at me like that?” “Damien…” I started slowly. “yes, Ava?” “Are you gay?”

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

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