What Happened To Dantdm's Wife Novels & Stories

I asked the bartender as I lowered my hat to cover my face, just in case. “Damian again? Just forget him already,” he answered as if he was tired of getting questions about him. “Give it up, young lady. The guy’s married.” I sighed. I knew it. Coming here was a bad idea. I found nothing that could help me. My phone vibrated, an incoming message appeared on the screen, along with the sender’s name: Damian Lee. [Maria. Meeting’s over. I’m heading home.] Oh, I’m his wife, by the way.

"We are moving right now before Dexter realizes his strike team failed." I nodded. But what about Janet? And who is this Dexter? A part of the board members at the facility? This question worried me, but I kept it. The journey back down the mountain path was long and tense. Caleb and five of his strongest wolves were using the trees to keep their eyes on the perimeter while Damon dragged Linda through the mud. I heard this woman was his wife. Why would a wife betray her husband? Fenrir walked slowly beside me, resting his hands on my shoulder for support. “Sh.”

"Maybe she's just busy, try to be positive son..I'm sure she's on her way home by now. Why don't you just come home?" "But….." "Coma home now," Master Dan said sternly before hanging up. Damian let out a deep sigh and turned around, taking the direction to his house. Master Dan was sitting in the couch when he arrived. "Is she home?" He asked as he walked in. "No…why don't you try to calm down?" Master Dan said shifting his eyes from the T.V to Damian. "I can't believe you're telling me to calm down after hearing and watching the news. The accident occurred at the road leading to the hospital and I told you my wife went there," Damian said, sitting in the couch opposite his grandfather.

“Don’t try to lie to me right now. I saw you, Damien. God, I remember it like it was yesterday.” He frowned. “What are you talking about?” “A year ago,” I said, looking at him. The memory burned me. “I was walking home from the grocery store. It was raining, I was rushing home and then I saw you. Leaving that Italian place on Fifth. You were laughing like she was your entire world.” I let out a slow breath. “That was the moment I realized my husband was in love with another woman.” Damien's face went white. "I went home and cried for hours." My voice cracked. “Then I made dinner and pretended nothing happened when you came home smelling like her perfume."

“She insisted on your presence, sir.” “I told you–” “Dante, just go.” Why is he making it difficult? I thought he was hands-on with his business. “I can't leave you here,” he reasoned. What am I? A three-year-old kid? “I won't go anywhere.” I sat on the couch and opened the television. My jaw clenched as the news that came up was about the party last night. Dante married a murderer; Fiona slapped Dante; Fiona's scandal about her malicious act in the past; the feud between me and Fiona was all over the news.

The screen behind Natasha blazed to life. Photos. Dozens of them. Me with Damien at expensive restaurants. Designer shopping bags in my hands. Jewelry glittering on my wrists. Each image timestamped, dated, catalogued like evidence in a trial. "Elena Carter," Natasha's voice dripped with false sympathy, "married Damien Anderson three years ago. A structural engineer with a modest salary who suddenly quit her job the moment she said 'I do.'" Murmurs rippled through the darkness.

Damien and his mum swiftly turned to the direction of the door to see Aldrin rooted to the ground.. Anita's lips suddenly curved up, she walked to her husband and held his arm.. "Did you hear that honey? we are grand parents!" Aldrin gasped in shock and faced his son, in as much as he wanted to be happy about this news, he couldn't because Damien was about to get married.. "You got a girl pregnant Damien? when you have a fiancee?"

She asked. Dika heaved a sigh, “Briefly, only once. That too a long time ago, even before Karina and Aldo got married. She seemed like a decent lady, a little proud, but not rude. She was here with her husband and Dante. A few days after she came, I learned that her husband was killed. I didn’t see her after that.” “And what about Dante and Mateo? I don’t know about Dante, but the last I was here, everyone seemed very fond of Mateo.”

"But ..but we're doing it anyway." "Together," he said. "Together." The press room was packed. Standing room only. Cameras everywhere. The flash of lights blinding. We took the podium. Side by side. United front. Dante spoke first. "Thank you for coming. I'll...I'll make this brief. Yesterday, an article was published making several claims about myself and my wife. We are here to..to address those claims directly." Pause. Let the tension build. "The article states that my wife is Aria Moretti. Sole survivor of the Moretti family massacre seven years ago. This is.." He paused. "This is true."

When I turn to look at Dangelo, he is sitting on my bed, looking out of it. I sit on the chair in front my mirror and wait for him to speak. I am not by any means inexperienced in this field. Many of my men came to me sometimes for advice and even just to talk and let out their feelings. Since I am a woman they were never really too concerned about my reaction to their moment of weaknesses. They should have been; some of those very men almost brought my organization down. "Your brother....I mean Dwayne killed my wife." he suddenly whispers. My eyes widen and then realization dawned on me. I've been wearing the clothes of his dead wife.