What Happened To Dantdm's Wife Novels & Stories

Dante was relieved,he held her close to himself and said to Rico. “Renee is my wife.You might think I have a low position in my family but if you want to find out the position I own,I dare anyone of you to touch my wife again.What happened yesterday should not repeat itself.If it ever does,your daughter won’t be getting just a slap.” He spoke in a cold voice with a frightening momentum. Rico shivered and quickly assured him that it would never happen again. Dante turned around and left with Renee. Renee felt like a princess as he carefully guided her out of the house.

"Good then, since we are on the same page, she is my wife and everything concerning her is solely my business, I wouldn't want anyone to meddle." "I respect your father that is the reason, I haven't made my marriage and her public, I want to inform him first that I am backing out of this arranged marriage thing, that I am no longer interested in it, right from the start I have made it clear, so no need fooling ourselves, as regards the information you gather about my wife, it will do you good, if you assume you never did get it, cause you wouldn't like me, if anything negative comes out, from it, she is my wife now, I will stand by her, with good or bad." Dante was straight with her, althoug

He was glad when no one argued again instead they just drove straight to Jared's house with his heart beating erratically. The car barely came to a stop when he ran out and headed towards the underground door. He rammed on it furiously when the door was yanked open by an angry Jared. "What do you want, Dante?" Dante took a deep breath and counted to ten trying to restrain himself from punching Jared in the face. After making sure he was calm and seeing Dario coming towards them, he smiled warmly at Jared. "I'm sure you know my wife is missing," he began. Jared snorted. "Wife? Like you've even married her."

Slowly, he fell to the ground. Damien stood there, his body frozen, his mind unable to process what had just happened. He looked at his wife, who had a smile on her face. She showed no fear, no remorse. It was like she had done this before. Shivers ran down his spine. Who was he married to? He watched the accountant beg for his life with his last breath. A part of him wanted to save him, but another part of him knew this was for the best. Slowly, they watched life leave him. “What do we do with the body?” Damien asked, his voice shaking.

I groaned, asking the person who just walked in. “Yes,” Damien answered, stretching the documents toward me, his face flushed….causing me to smirk. “I did some research and found out she’s married to Drake Houston. It’s still a secret, but I got the information from a worker inside,” Damien reported diligently. Clenching my fingers, my face tightened with harsh lines, my lips curled in distaste, and I folded my fist tightly. “Get the fuck out!” I yelled at the whore, who scrambled out like a rat being chased by a stray cat.

He replied and his father’s eyes widen in shock. “Da... Damien has a wife? Some... Someone got married to Damien?” “Yes sir.” Clyde replied with a smile. “Who is she?” “Audrey.”

“Mr. Voss! We are so sorry! We did not know she was your wife! There was a misunderstanding with payment! We did not know!” I stared at Damien, confused. Why was he lying? Why was he saying I was his wife? Damien’s eyes narrowed his eyes moving to the red mark on my cheek. He reached out and grabbed the manager by his collar, pulling him close. “You hit her?” Damien’s voice was a low, angry growl. “You slapped my wife?” The manager’s face turned pale with fear. “It was a mistake! A terrible mistake!” Damien held him there for a long, terrifying moment before shoving him away. “You’re fired!” He roared.

damien replied "she'll never be mine mom, because for her in thos whole world only one man exists that is don, no no sorry her demon hubby, since from the morning untill she sleeps the only name she chants is demon hubby demon hubby do like this, he likes that, he hates that, in everything she see him only, I shown her every luxury still she runs behind him, he hurted her, he punished her acted rude still she begged him not to leave her I told her I will give everything to her, still she escaped from me for him, even if I keep her with me forcefully, she'll never be mine, no matter what I do in her heart only one person exists it's her husband, she lives for him and dies for him, I can't do

His presence loomed, commanding silence without even lifting a hand. “My wife’s past,” Dante said, his voice slow, deliberate, like a blade being unsheathed, “isn’t for public consumption. You’ll keep your questions about this marriage, or you’ll leave with nothing at all.” The reporter swallowed, visibly shaken, and lowered her mic. But the damage was already done. My pulse pounded in my ears, heat crawling up my neck. I could almost feel the headlines writing themselves—Fiancée turns bride overnight. Scandal or strategy?

**So grateful for the people who always show up when I need them most. My vision blurred. I stared at the screen, unable to breathe. That was where he had been. While I stood stranded in the rain calling for my husband... He had been with her. My fingers went numb. It was supposed to be the night when I melted into the arms of my husband, Damien Snatos, on our fifth wedding anniversary. But the joke's on me; his arms were clinging to another woman, and worse, to my forever bully, Selene Ricardo … I waited until well past midnight, but Damien never came home.