Post Possession Damage Control Novel Novels & Stories

If it was anyone else, they'd be licking the floor by now for even breathing near my wine collection but I refrain myself because Lucifer Genovese is the one who helped me and my family get back their glory, he is the one pulling all the strings and all I had to do was wrap a thin wire across my father's neck and cut off his oxygen—which I was more than glad to do. "Nicole Russo," he starts. His empty, grey eyes access my every move but I remain unfazed on the outside, quietly sipping my drink. However, on the inside—ice ran through my veins because anything that comes out of his mouth, or any person who has the privilege of even being noticed by him, needs salvation. Nevertheless, a muscle

But closer than before. Across the room, investors laughed. A producer raised a toast. The quartet swelled into something triumphant. Jamie felt very small for a moment. Not because he couldn’t fight. Not because he couldn’t argue. But because in a world this polished— Damage disappeared quickly. People disappeared quickly. Narratives were rewritten quickly. He glanced up at Matteo. “You have made your point,” Jamie said quietly. Matteo’s gaze met his. “I wasn7t trying to make a point.”

"Athena, that night she went out with Winter and Dylan, someone sent you a photo of her and another man both naked. You were furious and felt cheated. Your wedding is set in a week, but she cheated on you. You're in a rage. You returned home without finishing your business meeting to confirm if the photo was true or if someone had just played frank with you. When you find out that Athena isn't home, you ask someone to check the photo's authenticity, and it wasn't Photoshop but real. You trash your room after throwing everything. Jason and Alex tried to stop you, but they couldn't get closer to you because you threw things at them. You lost control, and finally, after an hour, you stopped, bu

He paused at the door, “When you make up your mind what you want and let me know.” As I watched the door shut I sighed, was I in the wrong here? Trust was earned and he hasn’t exactly been the best about being honest. My last relationship had been controlling and I ran from it. Lucas wasn’t abusive, he didn’t cheat that I knew of but he had the controlling thing down. Looking up I felt a tear slid down my cheek. Lucas wanted to protect me, but he made me feel more like a possession of his sometimes.

“Whoever grabbed her knew how to contain any signature.” My head turns slowly toward him. Bad move. A nearby monitor bursts in a spray of sparks. Zarek lifts both hands a fraction. “I’m not saying I like it.” “She had my shadows in her bloodstream, Zarek.” There’s a rough edge to my voice now. “She. Is. Fucking. Mine.”

“You need to bring her over to your house, and so she can live with you and the boy. Make it appear you’re taking responsibility, a private family solution. Keep her close so PR can’t spin it a certain way and in that way, you have controlled the access. And once you do that, you have also controlled the narrative from the public. But if you don’t, you lose the narrative and it becomes chaos.” I stared at him. “You want me to move Bianca and the child into my home? To…what…keep them there so it looks like I stepped up?” “That’s what corporations do,” he said bluntly. “You’re not only a man in private; you are a brand in public. The brand needs damage control. If you accept private responsibi

◇NO POV◇ In a room damien is breaking everything out of anger as his precious obsession is going out of his hands looking at his master in that kind of situation the assistant got panicked and asked "master what happened?? why you're looking so angry??" damien replied "how can I be without anger I made her to see how cruel that don is I made her to get scared of him but she got married to him I felt something suspicious like he threatened her so she might got married to him

She turned to Damien, her pulse hammering as she asked, “How did they get this?” His jaw clenched. “That’s what we need to find out. We need to control the narrative, or It Controls You!" Celeste moved to the window, gripping the railing so hard her knuckles turned white. “They’re painting me as—” “A woman who slept her way to the top,” Damien finished, his voice lethal. Her stomach churned. It didn't matter how powerful she was. A rumour like this could destroy her credibility. She took a slow breath, pushing past the anger. “Damage control. We need a response before this spreads further.”

“Enough. Get them out of here.” “What? Father, you can't possibly—” Marcus was starting to object. Security moved with ruthless efficiency. Marcus shouted obscenities as he was escorted away, Sophia stumbling behind him in her heels, her perfect facade cracking into ugly panic. Guests whispered furiously, phones raised like weapons. By the time Damien guided Diane back through the ballroom and into the waiting car, the news was already exploding across the internet. #Damien Voss Proposes To Sons ExWife #The Voss Family implosion