Lisa Damour Books Novels & Stories

muttered Lisa taking a cell phone in her bag. "Hello, as usual. I want you to inflict torture on one of the women who has dared to seduce Damian. I'll send the identity of the woman right away." Lisa smiled wickedly after disconnecting the call to the hitman. She deliberately did that to make Sira even more tormented. "Accept the torture. You bitch!" Lisa clenched her fists. Then stylishly wearing sunglasses, she walked out of Damian's house. Damian stared from a distance at Lisa's departure, "I don't know what that woman is up to anymore. She seems to be too jealous. I didn't realize I was making love to that little girl," Damian muttered as he suddenly remembered Sira.

Professor Lisa asked with a smile on her face. “Huh?” Damian brought out his phone which wasn't ringing, “Hello, yes,” he said and walked away. Professor Lisa smiled at me, “You two are getting close.” I could see the happiness on her face, but I had to tell her the truth so she wouldn't have ideas, “It's not like that; Damian was really drunk last night.” Professor Lisa touched my face with a smile on her face, “Even when Damian is drunk, he never makes a move on a naked woman. He doesn't see her, but my son saw you in a drunk state; that's the start of something.”

A beast to her. Damon: Ask Maxwell to do as I said yesterday. I want every detail and that be a true one. His man nodded saying yes to him and dashed to Maxwell to convey the message... He stared at the girl for some quality time and then sighed. Damon: Something is not right because my princess is liking these flowers too much while Liliana hates them as she's allergic from white flowers. Believe me. Save me. Love me. That was the things she wished but how fate played her by granting absolutely opposite.

“You’re learning to coexist with it.” Damian nodded slowly. That felt achievable. --- He also did something quietly absurd. He started reading parenting books. It began as a joke, one he didn’t tell anyone. He ordered one online late at night, then another, then another. Soon his bedside table was stacked with titles about attachment, emotional intelligence, gentle discipline. Emma caught him reading one in the living room and squinted suspiciously. “Is that homework?” she asked. Damian glanced down at the book, then back up at her. “Something like that.”

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“But there could be. You’re going to need a wife someday, Damien. Someone who understands this world, someone who can stand by your side. You need me and you know it.' My jaw tightened—Yes, I do need someone, but that someone is not you. I wanted to say, but I held my words back. “We’ve already had this discussion. My answer hasn’t changed.” But Lisa was determined to piss me off today. She stepped around the desk, moving closer to me. "Is it because of that little whore?" I knew she was referring to Vivian and the fact she spoke about her like that railed me up, but before I could react, she reached for the hem of her dress and, in one swift motion, pulled it over her head, leaving her comp

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They wanted them to come home instead. Lilia wraps her hands around herself and looks out of the window. The fact that she could have died isn’t the only thing that is bothering her. There is something more. Something that had happened between her and Damion just before she started having chest pains. If Esther’s witch had not started the ritual at that exact moment, they would have kissed and Lilia has no idea what to make of it. Now that the danger of death has passed, the guilt of having almost kissed Damion was eating her up. This is so wrong. She is with Brent. She has no idea what got into her. She loves Brent and she is dating him and kissing Damion would have been a betrayal. She doe

Claire whispered, sipping her wine. “Maybe because you look breathtaking in that gold gown,” Lisa replied smoothly. Claire smirked, shifting slightly. “Or is he staring at my boobs?” Lisa followed Damien’s line of sight, noting the sharp intensity in his eyes. Then, with a sly smile, she leaned in and whispered, “Oh, definitely. Look at him, he is completely mesmerized. So passionate.” Claire chuckled, her vanity stroked. She knew she had the power to draw men’s eyes, especially the most desirable ones in the room. And if one of those men happened to be her own son-in-law… well, was that really such a big deal?

“We can’t wait much longer. The stress is too high. We’re looking at delivering your third daughter within the next week, possibly by C-section. The fourth baby… the prognosis is poor.” Damien’s hand never left mine. I cried quietly as they adjusted medications and increased monitoring. When the room cleared, Damien pressed his forehead to my belly and spoke directly to our children. “Fight for Mommy,” he whispered. “Daddy’s going to clear the path for you. I promise.” Later that afternoon, with the new files from Lilith in hand, Damien began his counterattack from the chair beside my bed. Calls. Legal motions. Media leaks. He moved like the ruthless CEO I’d first feared and fallen for.