LOGINDamian's POVI stood by my window with a glass of wine in my hand, watching them down there in the pool, and I told myself over and over that I didn't care.I sipped slowly, letting the wine sit on my tongue longer than it needed to, trying to convince myself that whatever was happening between Lilly and Ethan meant nothing to me.But my eyes kept drifting back to the window anyway, back to the two of them laughing in the rain like the rest of the world didn't exist.I already knew she was easy.I had known that from the moment my father brought her into this family.But this, watching her throw herself at Ethan barely hours after our engagement made the front page, felt like a new kind of low, even for her.Yes, we had a plan.She was supposed to sleep with Ethan eventually, get pregnant, and give us something believable to point to when the divorce came.I knew that.I had agreed to it myself.I just hadn't expected it to happen this fast, this easily, like she'd been waiting for th
Lila's POV The water lapped warmly against my skin as Ethan’s mouth claimed mine deeper.His tongue slid past my lips with slow, hungry intent, and I tasted chlorine mixed with the faint salt of his skin.My arms wound around his neck, fingers digging into the wet strands of his hair, while my legs floated up and locked around his waist.The pool lights painted everything in soft blue, turning his shoulders and chest into shadowed planes of muscle that flexed under my palms.He pressed me back against the tiled wall of the shallow end.His hands slid down my sides, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts through the thin fabric of my bikini top. lI arched into the touch, a soft moan escaping into his mouth.He swallowed it, kissing me harder, teeth grazing my lower lip before he tugged the string at the back of my neck.The top loosened and floated free.Cool water kissed my bare nipples, making them tighten instantly.Ethan broke the kiss only long enough to look down at me.Hi
Lila's POV The car ride home was silent.I stared out the window the whole way, watching the streetlights blur past one after another, my mind still stuck on that ring, that stage and the pregnancy condition Damian had thrown at me like it was nothing at all.I kept replaying it over and over in my head, trying to make sense of a plan that made no sense, trying to figure out how I had gone from a girl just trying to survive under one roof to a pawn in some scheme involving marriage, divorce, and now apparently a baby that was never supposed to be real.We pulled into the driveway and I didn't wait for Damian to open my door.I stepped out fast, needing distance, needing air that didn't smell like his cologne, needing a second away from the man who had just knelt in front of hundreds of strangers and asked me to marry him like it meant nothing at all."Lilly, wait," Damian said, grabbing my hand."Calm down," he added, but I yanked my hand free before he could finish the sentence.Tha
Lila's POVI stared at the man kneeling in front of me, waiting for him to stand up and tell me this was a joke, that none of this was real.But he stayed down there, staring back at me, and I could see it in his eyes.He wasn't joking.He was actually hoping I wouldn't ruin whatever game his father had built around us.My mind went straight to Ethan.How was I supposed to explain this to him? Even if I told him the whole thing was fake, saying yes to a public proposal from Damian would put a target on us that I wasn't ready to deal with.I wasn't willing to fake-date Damian and let the world think we were getting married, not when it meant putting Ethan in a position he didn't deserve to be in.My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat.Then something settled in my chest.After all, this whole thing was about the brand deal.Once we signed it, whatever mess Mr Blackwood had cooked up would be over.It wasn't his business whether Damian and I ended up loving each other or
Lila's POV I realized fast that if I let Damian keep standing there thinking about what to say to Mr Roger, we would never make it out of that conversation. So I turned to Mr Roger and smiled. "Actually, he has a hard time expressing himself when it comes to how he found love with me," I said. "The truth is, yes, he's still strict and rigid, he hasn't changed much at all. I just learned to live with that side of him, and I think I'm used to whatever he brings to the table now." Mr Blackwood and Mr Roger burst out laughing. "Wow," Mr Roger said. "And she's so submissive too. You've earned yourself a real woman, son." They all laughed together, but my heart was already racing, because this was only the beginning. Walking into that hall, I could already feel a bigger, heavier kind of trauma waiting for us inside, and I didn't know yet if I could survive faking it that deep. I swallowed hard and glanced at Damian. His face was blank, frozen, like he hadn't fully processed
Lila's POV I woke up to the sound of Ethan's door flinging open so hard it hit the wall. "Hey, Ethan," Damian's voice cut through the room. "I'm gonna be late for work. Where the fuck are the car keys?" I froze for a second, my brain still catching up with my body, and that's when I noticed the pale morning light already spilling through the curtains. I didn't even remember falling asleep on Ethan's chest, but here we were, the morning light already staring back at me and Damian standing right there in the doorway. Ethan and I scrambled up at the same time, pulling the blanket over ourselves like teenagers caught doing something we shouldn't have. Logically I knew we didn't owe anybody an explanation, but I still felt heat crawling up my neck at the thought of Damian walking in on this. He stood there for a second too long before he spoke. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he said, voice flat. "I didn't realize this whole thing was going on. I'll just see myself out." I sat up qui
Lila's POV “Hey, Lila, wakey-dokey! You’re late!” Ethan’s voice roared up the stairs, exaggerated and playful, like he was a stand-up comedian trying to get the audience to clap.I groaned into my pillow, smiling despite myself. Only Ethan could make laziness feel like an event. By the time I drag
Lila Sinclair's POV I stared at my reflection in the mirror, hardly recognizing the girl in front of me. The soft curls Ethan had fixed in my hair bounced over my shoulders, my dress hugged my body in all the right places, and the light makeup made me look like I belonged to this mansion, like I’d
Ethan Blackwood's POV“Can you let me spend at least one damn day at home before blowing up my phone?” I groaned, holding the phone to my ear as I sprawled across my bed, one hand tugging lazily at my damp hair.On the other end, Jared’s laugh was smug. “Bro, stop pretending like you don’t miss me.
Lila Sinclair's POV I turned a little to the left, then back to the right, staring at my reflection in the floor-length mirror. My long dark hair tumbled down my shoulders, still damp from my quick shower, while the white sundress clung to my curves in a way I wasn’t sure was too much. I pouted at







