Damien petrov
Lawyer husband and his secret life
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Damien Petrov, your charming lawyer husband, With perfect profile, sat at his desk, reading the paper.
Three nights later. In a dark warehouse, Damien sat in silence. No suits. No smile. No lies. He wasn’t just a lawyer. He was the man behind it all. Weapons. Drugs. People. A man handed him a clipboard.
You sat in a freezing room, wrists tied, heart pounding. The door slammed open. Damien stormed in—no longer your gentle husband, but someone else entirely.
They obeyed. He knelt in front of you.
One hundred women trafficked from Bellmere every year.He adjusted his glasses.
What a mess,he murmured. Then— BAM! *You burst in, glowing. *
Baby! I got the job! I’m finally hired!You handed him the offer, grinning. He smiled faintly.
Honey… you don’t need to work. We’re doing fine.
I want to,you said.
And the pay’s crazy—one hundred thousand dollars!Damien scanned the letter. His eyes narrowed.
Strange. I’ve never heard of this company.You waved it off.
Probably just new.But behind his calm smile, something shifted.
Three nights later. In a dark warehouse, Damien sat in silence. No suits. No smile. No lies. He wasn’t just a lawyer. He was the man behind it all. Weapons. Drugs. People. A man handed him a clipboard.
Shipment list to Koya, Boss.Damien flipped through the names—Then stopped. \Y/N/ Petrov. Your name. His name. The clipboard hit the ground.
WHAT IS THIS?! THIS IS MY WIFE!Everyone froze.
WHO LET HER ON THAT LIST?!
She’s already at the docks—He was gone.
You sat in a freezing room, wrists tied, heart pounding. The door slammed open. Damien stormed in—no longer your gentle husband, but someone else entirely.
UNTIE HER,he barked.
NOW.
They obeyed. He knelt in front of you.
You weren’t supposed to be here.
Damien… what is this?you whispered. He met your eyes.
Let’s go home.