Perfectly In Pieces Dramione Novels & Stories

We'll lose everything. I didn't want to hurt you. I swear I didn't. I still love you. That hasn't changed. Please talk to me. Damon I read it twice. Then I rip it in half. Then in half again. Then again until the pieces are too small to rip anymore. I drop them on the floor. The tears start again. Not the loud crying from before. Just quiet tears that slide down my cheeks and drip onto the pillow. Because here's the thing. Here's the truth that letter made me see.

He stood rigid, his face unreadable, but the storm in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. A sharp vibration cut through the tension, slicing through the noise like a knife. Damien’s phone. The room fell deathly silent. Every movement stilled, every breath held. Slowly, he pulled the device from his pocket. A notification flashed across the screen. A video file. Elena’s stomach clenched, nausea rising in her throat as Damien pressed play. The screen flickered—and then there he was. Draco. Tied to a chair, his small frame stiff with fear. His wide, tear-filled eyes darted around the darkened room. His hands, balled into tiny fists, trembled against the restraints.

I replied as she rolled her eyes. Now I get!!! These people are rude and arrogant just like their boss. Birds of a feather. "I will call her now." She said. She used the telephone that was at her front and placed a call immediately. "Your name please?" She asked immediately she placed the telephone next to her ear. "Drea Connor." I replied her with that name to see her reaction. "A lady wants to see you, her name is Drea Con..nor." She said to whoever she was talking to. I'm very sure it was Penelope.

Could the guy she loved that left her hurt and broken back for her? I know one thing he better not hurt her again, or else. "Damien"? I heard her say and gasped. When I turned my face and looked over, he wasn't staring at the board. Instead, he was already staring at her, into her eyes, when he heard his name; he wasn't smirking or anything; he had a straight face. "He came back," I heard her say shyly, and I saw her hands rolling on her lap nervously.

Emily's POV Three Days Later "Em, why are you not dressed for the ball?" Gen asked as she poked her head through the door. "I'm not going," I answered as I lay my head on my pillow, feeling sorry for myself. Gen was already dressed in a lovely purple and white dress that hugged her chest area but flowed freely from her waist down to her ankles. Her white heels, silver earrings and necklace added the finishing touches, and her makeup was extra flawless. I almost didn't recognize my best friend.

Let's do this. Damien unlocked the door. It clicked open. They moved inside. Dark corridors. Neon lights. The thump of the music shook the floor. Guards walked up ahead. Lena whispered, "We do quiet." They moved fast. Knives. Muffled shots. Bodies dropped before they even had a chance to react. They made it to Mercer's office. Lena tried the door handle. Locked. Damien pulled out a small charge from his pocket. "Stand back." A muted boom. The lock shattered.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

I felt as if someone had wrenched my heart savagely, but I still took out my phone and dialed Leo's number. When we arrived at the hospital, the medical staff wheeled her into the exam room. Not long after, Leo rushed in, looking frantic. He didn't even glance at me. He just charged straight into the room. I stood outside. Through the crack in the door, I saw a scene that made me feel as though a knife was twisting in my heart. Celina was lying on the bed, her face still pale. But the moment she saw Leo, her eyes suddenly softened and filled with trust.

This was relationship. And Diamond felt something gentle crack inside her. Josh and Peaches. Dating. While Josh and Diamond were learning each other. While Diamond thought she was special. While Josh was dividing beginnings. Her hand trembled. She locked the phone back before her emotions could grow teeth. Josh returned moments later, smiling. “Who called?” she asked calmly. “Just home people,” he replied easily. Diamond nodded. Home people. Funny. Because Peaches was home. She leaned back, eyes soft, heart loud.

"I am extremely sorry for whatever happened, Mr. Damon!" Damon looked at firmly. "I am tired, Mr. Thakur... Let's talk in the morning" He stated and walked away. Mira stormed towards her room and slammed the door shut. She grabbed the showpieces from the counter and threw it on the floor and shattered it into pieces. Damon was walking towards his room and heard it. He stopped and looked at the room in anger. "Maa, Mira?" Durga came out of her room when she heard a shattering sound and looked at Maya who was standing in the hallway.