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Selina’s POV“Little Damien… you knew it was me,” he asked, voice low, taunting.I rubbed my palms together, the liquid courage the alcohol had given me was fading, nerves sparking in its place.“Not at first but…”“But what?” His eyes sharpened.“Only someone with a death wish would screw your fiancée in your own house.”He chuckled, slow and dark, before rising to his feet and closing the space between us. His fingers found a loose strand of my hair, twirling it lazily as if he owned it… as if he owned me. But he owns you came a nagging voice in my head.“So now you won’t let me fuck you,” he whispered, leaning close, “because I’m not your suicidal hero… but your captor.”His breath burned against my skin a moment before his lips found my neck, biting, sucking, claiming. A moan tore out of me, long and shaky, my knees buckling beneath the weight of him. His hands clamped on my waist, holding me steady, refusing to let me go.My fingers dug into his shoulders.“Tell me what you want

Damien’s POV“Since when the hell do I have a fiancée?” I asked, amused more than anything.Richard cleared his throat. “Mr. Gaze owed… a substantial amount of debt. No sons to carry it, so your mother saw an opportunity. She arranged the marriage.”I hummed low in my chest, stroking my beard as I stared out the tinted window. “Mother knows I don’t involve women in the business. A daughter doesn’t carry her father’s name. She has no place paying his debt.”Richard shifted, his voice quick, rehearsed. “Your mother anticipated you would say that. The wedding date is already set for Saturday. Invitations have gone out to the entire family.”My eyes narrowed. “You knew.”He nodded, sheepish.“And you didn’t tell me?” My tone dropped, dangerous. “Who pays you, Richard? Me, or my mother?”“You, sir,” he squeaked, tugging at his collar.I shook my head slowly. “I don’t know what to do with you people.” The realization that my mother had laid the perfect trap dawned on me. I leaned back rubb

I'll do it”. I was standing in Glinda's room, it was cold yet she was wearing just a black silk night gown and a robe. She looked at me studying me through her vanity mirror adjusting her mirror. She turned to face me and cocked her head to the side.“ That was fast, what changed your mind. I thought you would still be crying over lover boy”. I clenched my fists trying to calm myself down.“I can't fight for someone who doesn't love me or even care about me “. I said evenly trying to conceal my emotions.“He never loved you, maybe he did but certainly not now. Men like him are leeches, you served your purpose and he moved on to the next best thing”. “ The next best thing being your daughter?”. I asked sarcasm dripping in my tone.She shrugs her shoulder and smiles.“She is the one with the baby right?”.“Look I don't care about those two anymore, I care about my survival.”“Smart. You will have to be that smart everyday for the rest of your life to be able to survive in Damien's wor

After what felt like hours, I force myself to get off the floor and walk to my room to pack my things. I had to pack before Glinda’s words became reality. She would throw me out of the house, that, I was certain of. And if I didn’t prepare now, I’d be on the street with nothing but the clothes on my back. I reach for the suitcase on the top shelf, but the pain in my injured hand made my grip weak. I stretched onto my tippy toes, wobbling on the edge of the stool I’d dragged inside .The suitcase slipped from my reach. My balance gave out. The stool tipped. And suddenly, I was falling. The impact stole the breath from my lungs, leaving me sprawled on the cold marble floor.I just lie there looking up to the chandelier in my walk in closet. My chest rose and fell in shallow bursts, but my body refused to move. The tears came silently, streaming down the sides of my face into my hair. I didn’t even notice at first. My mind was too numb to catch up. I lie on the cold floor, the cold a

“You're joking, a terrible joke but still” . She said as she stared at the documents on the table. She looked at the other faces in the room, her stepmom looked at her like she was stupid, Christabel her stepsister beamed as she stroked her belly, Chase… my fiance couldn't even meet her eyes. “Chase, honey please tell me this isn't real. Please”. My voice cracked. He still said nothing, adding fuel to the rage burning in me already. “God damnit, say something. Anything”. I yelled in his face trying to get him something, or get a reaction, anything at this point. My stepmom, Glinda dragged me back towards my seat . “Oh stop being a drama queen, what has happened has happened. There's no going back”. She said, talking to me like I was a child getting into a petty fight over nothing. “ Yeah, Selina. Do you really want my baby growing up without a father or worse still, his uncle being his father, I mean could you imagine it”. She giggled into her hand like what she said was funny. “