Who Does Daniel Larusso Marry Novels & Stories

I would stay by his side, doing the accounts, steering the direction of the negotiations, and memorizing every detail of the high-stakes contracts. We did everything together—a tight team. Or so I thought. In my naivete, I was convinced I would rule the city alongside him. The woman behind the man, so to speak. …Until Pearl Ross arrived two months ago. His childhood sweetheart moved from Virgil to Eastwind City. It was then that I knew—she was the one he was waiting for all along. It had always been her. "Lars, I want to get married." Lars' face tightened; hesitation veiled in businesslike concern. "Bianca, you know the company's at a critical stage… We're mid-fundraising. I can't right now.

Daniel coughed to hide a laugh. I leaned closer conspiratorially. “Very.” She giggled. “My baby’s looking pretty too,” I told her. She blushed instantly, hiding her face against Daniel’s leg. Daniel chuckled, resting a hand gently on her shoulder. Two years ago, Daniel married Elena, a divorcee and single mother. They were still learning each other. Still figuring out how two separate lives fit into one home. But they were doing well. I could see it now in the way Elena stood a little distance away, watching Daniel and Sofia with soft eyes.

Elias railed me mercilessly, one hand around my throat, the other rubbing my clit until I came again, shaking and sobbing with overwhelming pleasure and guilt. He followed right after, adding yet another load deep inside me. As he pulled out, cum from both men poured down my legs. The bathroom door opened. Daniel stood there, staring at us — me naked and dripping, Elias’s hand possessively on my ass. His face went deathly pale. “I’m calling your parents,” he said coldly. “This marriage is over.” Daniel turned to leave, but Elias’s voice stopped him cold. “Go ahead,” Elias said, pulling me back against his chest. “But she’s carrying my baby. Not yours.”

He was satisfied knowing his words hurt her as her face fell and lips curled in a snarl. "You shall talk to my wife with respect!" Capri punched his face, "I might stuff hot coals in that uncontrollable mouth of yours." Wife? Now that was a surprise for Daniel, "You guys are married?" He gasped. "Now that's the look I wanted to see on your face." Capri smiled, "That look of shock." "Yes we are." She said.

Calmly, he explained the situation to Dylan, watching as his expression changed from calm to pain to fury. "What the heck? This is consequential. What do you intend doing?" "I've got no idea" Daniel confessed with an atom of sincerity. He didn't even have a woman in his life. How was he supposed to be married in seven days time. The frustration was inevictable. "You can marry Patricia!"

Mary looked furious, Daniel said, "I've an offer for you, if you can help me with that, I can bring you out of this place." "What do I have to do?" Mary asked, Daniel smirked, "I want White's family assets to be mine, everything that belongs to them must be mine, do you have someone who can help me in the company?" Mary was completely in disbelief, "you're the best friend of Zayn and Luna is your fiancee, then why do you need to do this?" "I'm not interested in Luna, I'm only interested in that company, since I'm a businessman, I'm only interested in business, I agreed to marry Luna just to use her, but she is nothing but a fool" Daniel said.

I lived in this place, alone, before I met and got married to Daniel Carter. Tired, I threw my shoes to the side before; my heart was sore. I avoided the mirror because I knew how gorgeous I looked for my husband today. I was so happy to have him see me when he insisted on going to the Event Centre. So, my black hair was packed in a neat ponytail, gelled at the edges, and my make-up was on fleek: perfect long expensive lashes, red rosy lips, and the most wings eyeliner makeup, one I made intentionally to be thick. Daniel always said that my eyes were his favorite, he liked how sassy they looked, and the hazel color of my pupils could intimidate anyone. So, when I wore those cat eye makeup an

“Straight into Jordan’s arms. He promised me Hollywood would beg for me. And it did.” A beat. The desert wind howled outside. Daniel exhaled. “And Charlie?” Luca’s jaw tightened. “Married his appropriate Ivy League girlfriend six months later.” The silence that followed was suffocating. Then— Luca moved. One hand fisted in Daniel’s shirt, yanking him across the console. The kiss was violent—all teeth and desperation, Luca’s other hand tangling in Daniel’s hair to keep him close. Daniel gasped against his mouth. This wasn’t the polished Hollywood prince. This was the real Luca—the one with calloused hands, a bruised ego, and anger that tasted like whiskey.

She was sitting next to Marie. "Actually, I don't." Marie says. "Wait what? What happened to Daniel?" Sophia asks. "Well, he asked me to marry him I said yes only to realize a week later that he wasn't the one" So that's what happened between them? At least he didn't cheat on her or anything. "Oh I'm sorry." Sophia says. "It's alright. He's happy now. He has a girlfriend and I'm happy for him" Marie smiles at her. "So that means Marie is available for Karter no?" Ellie chimes in.

I finished the wine in my glass again. "So, what are you going to do? Are you still going to marry her even though she doesn't want to?" I looked at Daniel. "How are you and Russell doing after a few months together? I mean, you guys didn't like each other when you got married, did you?" "Wait, that is not true. I've always wanted Russell, so it's fine for me to marry him after that video came out, even though he doesn't love me, because I know he will love me too, and I did." Daniel said, smiling.