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Jasmina asked, “You’re not going, right?” “I’m not missing it,” Amara said. Scene Seven – Lisbon, Midnight The old ballroom stank of wine and rotted wealth. Damien waited alone at the head of a broken table. A glass of red in one hand. A pistol on the table. Amara entered without hesitation. He stood. “Amara Varela. The fire queen herself.” She didn’t blink. “Damien Nero. The bastard who crawled out of his father’s corpse.” He laughed. “We have the same blood, you know.”

What more could he possibly want? Damian was blessed with a true mate who could make any man’s head spin. Flesh and bone and gods above, she was extremely breathtaking, though even that word felt like an understatement for describing such finesse. A true mate like her was rare. Her body was a contradiction: curves that could tempt a saint to sin, and lips so pink they promised softness without even touching.

They were up to something. The silence broke again when footsteps sounded on the stairs. Dami appeared at the top landing, dressed casually but effortlessly stunning in tight jeans, a loose white shirt tucked in, her hair falling freely down her shoulders. For a second, the whole room stilled. Rhea raised a curious brow. “You’re not going to work?” “I am,” Dami said. “but I won’t stay long. I have a date with Doman later.” The air shifted immediately. Alexa groaned. Rhea rolled her eyes. Sophia did the same. I said nothing.

David went to bed that night thinking about the deal he made with his daughter. He could tell that Lily was insisting on having the little woman because she truly liked her and a sense of anxiousness could be spotted in his daughter's eyes even though she tried concealing it. It was their first meeting,so why was Lily so down to that little woman? David had to admit that she was eye-catching. Her innocent eyes and purity emanation from within her added to her charms. She was very beautiful even while dressed so casually.

Damian chuckled. Just when she turned the shower on, the door flew open and Damian walked in naked. The value from the water making him look like the god of seduction. Maya gulped as she stared down at his slightly hard cock. "Who was there?" Maya asked. "Someone unimportant," Damian replied and Maya instantly knew it was Amber. "Amber?" She asked but he didn’t reply.

They pretended they never saw it and kept scrolling. @DamSeaBlossom: "Why are people even arguing? Is Damian not hot enough, or is Chelsea not pretty enough? Could anyone be prettier than her? These two absolute stunners are together now. How is that not perfect? Just imagine their future kids. Their faces alone would be a blessing to mankind!" A Damian stan scrolling through the posts under the hashtag wanted to argue with these newfound shippers. But when she came across @DamSeaBlossom's comment, she actually went silent.

“It’s called the Estrella del Mar. I want to see you, mi amor.” I couldn’t resist that purring voice. “Give me fifteen minutes,” I said.

When Elara emerged from the styling room, their eyes instantly met. Damian was captivated by Elara's beauty as if time slowed down and all he could see clearly was her. Elara's hair cascaded in loose curls, reminiscent of the majestic waves of the sea. She wore a gold string silk dress that hugged her perfect figure, accentuating her hourglass shape. Elara's skin gleamed particularly her collarbone and shoulders, complemented by a simple yet elegant makeup look. Thin gold jewelry adorned her, adding meticulous detail to her ensemble. With every step closer to Elara, Damian swallowed hard. Each stride felt like a pause in the beating of his heart. It was as if he had stumbled upon a goddess d

Dainiel could only see the build of this person, but based on the strange height and shape, this person must be a woman. “Finally, the time has come. We will begin our game Ameira, it is called; 'The Game of Death'. Either you die for them or they die for you. Try to catch me, if you can," she evilly whispered as she glanced at the young woman sitting on the ground.

, I say quietly. “That was his bad, Amory”, says Liam. “I don’t give a fuck how rich you are, you’re more rare than that pink diamond on your neck! He should never have cheated on you, he doesn’t even deserve a second chance and he’s lucky you’re even saying boo to his ass right now”.