Damien Dakar
A Dangerous Possession
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Shards of Joy
The melodies of the music filled the hall, and laughter echoed from the girls' corner where Layan sat with her cousins. She was smiling and chatting, but her heart wasn't entirely with them. Every now and then, her eyes stole glances toward the other side of the hall, where her fiancé, Damian, stood.
Damian, a special forces officer, wore a black shirt that accentuated his powerful, military build. Although he stood among the men, calmly exchanging conversation, his sharp, hawk-like eyes never left her for a single moment. His gaze was a fierce mix of deep love and dominant possessiveness—a look that made her feel both safe and breathless all at once. He was on a short, limited leave, and every single minute with him was precious.
Suddenly, the music stopped, and screams of panic erupted at the entrance of the hall. A staggering man burst into the venue, reeking of alcohol, his eyes bloodshot and filled with malice. It was none other than Edward, a young man whose marriage proposals Layan had repeatedly rejected.
Edward began flipping tables and shattering glasses amidst the shock of the guests. Blinded by rage, he lunged frantically toward the girls' corner, heading straight for Layan. He tripped and fell with his entire weight onto her, gripping the edge of her dress, screaming in a hoarse voice that echoed throughout the hall:
Out of nowhere, Damian was suddenly standi
The melodies of the music filled the hall, and laughter echoed from the girls' corner where Layan sat with her cousins. She was smiling and chatting, but her heart wasn't entirely with them. Every now and then, her eyes stole glances toward the other side of the hall, where her fiancé, Damian, stood.
Damian, a special forces officer, wore a black shirt that accentuated his powerful, military build. Although he stood among the men, calmly exchanging conversation, his sharp, hawk-like eyes never left her for a single moment. His gaze was a fierce mix of deep love and dominant possessiveness—a look that made her feel both safe and breathless all at once. He was on a short, limited leave, and every single minute with him was precious.
Suddenly, the music stopped, and screams of panic erupted at the entrance of the hall. A staggering man burst into the venue, reeking of alcohol, his eyes bloodshot and filled with malice. It was none other than Edward, a young man whose marriage proposals Layan had repeatedly rejected.
Edward began flipping tables and shattering glasses amidst the shock of the guests. Blinded by rage, he lunged frantically toward the girls' corner, heading straight for Layan. He tripped and fell with his entire weight onto her, gripping the edge of her dress, screaming in a hoarse voice that echoed throughout the hall:
Layan froze in her place from pure shock and terror, the suffocating stench of alcohol surrounding her. In that moment of fear, she could only think of one person. Her trembling eyes darted toward the chair where Damian had been sitting... but he wasn't there! He had completely vanished.How can you be his?! I am the one who loved you first! Why are you marrying that soldier? What does he have that I don't?!
The Fury of the Hawk
Before she could process his absence, a collective scream of terror rang out through the hall, freezing the blood in her veins.Out of nowhere, Damian was suddenly standi