Post Possession Damage Control Novel Novels & Stories

I turn back sharply towards the screen as pictures of Mason and Halloway come up. Mason looks heartbreakingly handsome as usual in a clean cut black suit, and Halloway…Halloway looks like the perfect partner for a billionaire. The tears I was trying so hard to hide falls freely now. I am not their class. I will never be worthy. Even the citizens of New York believe I am trying to ruin a "budding" relationship. Then it strikes me. Damage control. Mason said he was going to carry out damage control last night.

Then— He walked back toward me. Slower now. More grounded. “We need to go through everything,” he said. I nodded. “Yes.” Another pause. Then he looked at the phone again. “She talked like she wanted this to end,” he said. I exhaled quietly. “She didn’t want it to end like this,” I corrected. Damian looked at me. “What do you mean?” I hesitated. Because the truth was complicated. Not just emotionally—but structurally. “She didn’t want exposure,” I said. “She wanted control of the outcome.”

If she saw me zoning out one more time, she’d definitely start bugging me. We kept walking, and Veronica was her usual chatty self, typical Veronica, always rambling about milk tea and romance novels. She can stay up all night reading those love stories, but when it comes to our class textbooks? She’s already yawning by the first page. We were already inside the milk tea shop, I had my drink in hand, but Veronica was still at the counter, arguing with the server about the quality of the sugar used. A few more minutes passed before she finally wrapped things up and marched straight over to the table where I was sitting.

DANTE “Someone is hot on your tail and whoever they are, are really great at covering their tracks. They use encrypted messages that self-destruct the moment they’ve been read and make payments via crypto and cash.” Enzo commented coming to sit next to me on the bench set outside the boxing ring. Another of my establishments took a hit and I wasn’t as lucky as I was the last time. I cracked my neck, rolling the tension from my shoulders. When I catch whoever this is, and I will catch him, I’ll make sure his death is as slow as possible.

she walked downstairs and towards the kitchen, she opened multiple shelfs to find coco powder, because she wanted to make chocolate cookie. she opened a shelf on the top, and the coco powder was there. she tried to grab it but her height was too short for it. she tried to jump but it didn't work, just then she felt a body pressing against her and grabbing the coco powder. she turned around just to witness Uncle jake standing close to her, she immediately stepped back not liking his closeness. "I was just helping you," he said forwarding the coco powder to her and she hesitatedly took the container from his hands, his fingers brushed her delicate hands, and that disgusted her.

“We remain strong. Focused. Moving forward.” He looked calm. Controlled. Like none of this was touching him. It almost made me laugh. “Damage control,” I muttered. Victoria crossed her arms. “Exactly. He’s getting ahead of it.” My eyes stayed on the screen. On him. “He looks convincing,” Theo added. “He’s always convincing,” I said. That was the problem. The clip ended. Another headline flashed. DAMIAN BLACK ADDRESSES SCANDAL PROMISES STABILITY. Victoria didn’t wait.

He and Daisy appeared under a shared umbrella, red hair plastered to their faces, looking at me like I'd lost my mind. "You're soaked," Daisy said, stating the obvious. "Come inside." "I can't find him." Daniel grabbed my arm and dragged me under the hotel awning. "Standing in a thunderstorm isn't gonna fix this, man. We're just as freaked out as you are." "Trouble was closer than you thought," Daisy added, her voice softer. "Damian Prescott. Your stepbrother. What are the odds?" I laughed, but there was no humor in it. "The universe hates me. That's the odds."

Dom's thumb hovered over his screen as he typed furiously and when he turned his screen in her direction, Cassie's heart slammed against her ribs. “You want to post that now?” "Absolutely. Strike while the iron's hot… by tomorrow, the narrative will already be set. You're the victim, Marcus is the hero who chose love, and I'm still the screw-up. But if we do this right now while people are still reeling..." Dom's smile was very calculating. "We control the story." I read it one more time, trying to process all of it. The caption read: Sometimes the wrong choice leads you exactly where you're meant to be.

A light frown on my face would make him panic. I used to think I was the happiest woman in the world—until that familiar scar appeared in a trending post written by a woman who claimed she had given birth to her best friend's husband's child. It felt so surreal that I could barely believe it, yet the truth sat there on my screen, cruelly crushing everything I once believed.