Post Possession Damage Control Novel Novels & Stories

I've stopped being his victim. A flutter of emotion, maybe pride, passed across his face. Then he shoved a folder towards me without further word. I paused before opening it, my pulse racing as I turned over the legal complaint within. Reputation damage. financial manipulation emotional torture. It contained all. Should a case be successful, Dorian would at last lose his authority over me. It implied battle, though as well. a war that's quite public.

“She's… even planning to…to go with him… after our marriage is over. Can you belive that?” “Okay that's enough.” Fabio grabbed the drink from my hand. He called for the waitress and she took away the drinks. “Come on man, let's have some fun, you're… such… a party pooper.” I was seeing everything doubled, I blinked rapidly, trying to better my view but it didn't work. The table looked wobbly. I felt strong muscular arms around me but I couldn't fight back because of how weak I was. Hillary Pov I finished my soup and made my way downstairs to wash my bowl. I stared at the main door for a while before I turned to leave. I suddenly heard tires screeching and froze in my tracks.

I shouldn't worry myself over a married girl but every time I hear Nicole's breathless voice and those eyes that look so scared—I can't help but want to protect her unlike anything ever but at the same time—I want to ruin her unlike anything ever. I've always planted someone I trust in my enemies' lives to befriend them, have them open up about their strengths, weaknesses, what they love and what they hate so later I can delve a knife in them from inside out but for the very first time, I set Zoe in Nicole's life—to find out everything about her so I can do something. "You should be careful." A familiar voice drawls, filling up the silence in my living room. Turning around I find Lucifer lea

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.

“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

“One move. No collateral and no survivors.” I swallowed slowly, then wiped my mouth with a napkin, finally lifting my gaze to meet his. “I told you Crescent was rotten,” I said mildly. “I told you they were poison wrapped in silk. You idiots just decided to be thick-headed and sentimental.” Dante bristled. “Watch your mouth...” “No,” I cut in, smiling sweetly. “You watch yours.” Silence snapped tight. “And don’t use the twins to manipulate me,” I went on, tone still light, still casual, but my eyes had gone cold. “That’s cheap. They can come visit me anytime they want. I didn’t lock the doors. I didn’t disappear.”

My stomach lurched and my eyes pooled. “The first and only time we were together,” Daniel sneered, his eyes hard. “Did you really think I wouldn’t keep proof?” Daniel’s smile was cruel. “You wear a halo in public, but one leak of these—” he nudged a photo with his shoe “—and your perfect little life goes up in flames. Tears stung my eyes as my hands shook. I felt the walls closing in, trapping me. “Walk out that door, and I wonder what the press will say when they see these? And if that isn’t enough to tame you, you'll never see your father again. He’s not at the hospital anymore.