CHAPTER 14ROSE'S POV“Honestly, Damien,” she began, lounging back in her chair dramatically, “how are you still this uptight? What happened to the brother who used to sneak out of family dinners with me and bribe the chef to send us cake in the garden?”Damien pinched the bridge of his nose. “That brother grew up and learned how to manage his money instead of squandering it on frivolous things, like you.”“Frivolous?” Diana gasped, clutching her chest in mock outrage. “I am a Sterling, Damien. Everything I do is art, not frivolity.”The sudden image of Diana dramatically arguing her way through a fashion boutique popped into my head, and I couldn’t stop the laugh that burst out of me.“You think it’s funny?” Diana asked, swiveling to face me with an exaggerated pout.“Uh—” I began, but before I could explain, Evelyn cleared her throat.The sound was subtle, yet sharp as a knife. It cut through my amusement instantly, and I snapped my mouth shut, feeling like a child caught misbehavin
CHAPTER 15DAMIEN'S POVMy mother had finally returned to the Bahamas, leaving me to clean up the mess she’d left behind in the form of Rose’s barely concealed nervousness.My phone buzzed on the desk, snapping me out of my thoughts. I answered without looking at the caller ID. “Damien Sterling.”“Mr. Sterling, it’s me—Jacobs.”The tone of hesitation in his voice was already grating on my nerves. “You’re late,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “I expected your report hours ago.”“I understand, sir, but—”“Don’t start with ‘but,’ Jacobs.” My tone was clipped, every syllable sharpened to a point. “It’s been almost one month. One month, and you still haven’t found anything? Not one goddamn clue?”“Mr. Sterling, with all due respect, this isn’t a straightforward case. The trail went cold years ago. We’ve interviewed everyone who knew her, retraced her steps, even—”“Excuses.” My voice was icy, cold enough to freeze whatever pathetic justification he was about to offer. “That’s all I hear
CHAPTER 16ROSE'S POVMy phone buzzed incessantly on the coffee table, the vibrations like a persistent mosquito refusing to leave me alone. I groaned, glancing at the screen from my spot on the couch. The group chat with my colleagues had lit up like a Christmas tree, messages popping up faster than I could read them.Why aren’t you picking up, Rose?Seriously, are you ghosting us now?Are you really with Damien Sterling? THE Damien Sterling?We need DETAILS.I sighed, running a hand through my hair. For the past month, I’d been dodging their calls and ignoring their texts. I hadn’t intended to shut them out completely, but explaining my current situation felt impossible.How could I even begin to tell them that I was living in Damien Sterling’s mansion, pretending to be his fiancée, while trying not to implode under the weight of his world?The phone buzzed again.“Fine,” I muttered, picking it up and answering the call. “Hello?”“Finally!” Karen’s voice shrieked through the speaker
CHAPTER 17ROSE'S POVI couldn’t sleep. Damien’s words from earlier kept replaying in my head, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. “Trophy wife.” Was that all he saw me as? A placeholder, a decoration? My chest tightened just thinking about it. He was such a jerk, and yet, here I was, stuck in his world.I groaned into my pillow, trying to push the thoughts away, but they wouldn’t leave me alone.And then, as if the universe decided to add to my misery, the light in my room suddenly cut off.“What the…” I sat up in bed, squinting into the darkness. The room was pitch black, and for a moment, my heart raced. Was there a power outage? Or… something worse?I reached for my phone, only to remember I hadn’t plugged it in earlier. When I pressed the power button, the screen lit up briefly, showing a pathetic 2% battery life.“Damn it,” I muttered, tossing it back onto the nightstand. This was why I hated technology. I’d never been the type to be glued to my phone—well, except when I was wor
CHAPTER 18ROSE'S POVI froze, realizing how close we were. My heart raced, partly from the storm, partly from... well, him.I pulled back quickly, brushing my hair out of my face. "Don’t," I said, more to myself than to him.He chuckled, the sound deep and infuriating. "You’re the one who jumped into my arms, Rose. I’m just standing here.""Whatever," I said, shaking my head. "Are you still planning to go outside?""Yeah.. I’m not the one who’s terrified of the dark," he said, his tone maddeningly calm."I am not terrified of the dark," I retorted, narrowing my eyes."Really?" he asked, his voice laced with doubt. "Then why are you holding that flashlight like it’s a lifeline?"I glared at him. "I’m just being practical.""Uh-huh." He crossed his arms, studying me. "So, tell me, can you actually sleep in the dark alone?""Of course, I can," I said, lifting my chin. "What do you take me for?"His gaze was steady, unblinking, and the silence stretched between us. Finally, I sighed, thr
CHAPTER 19DAMIEN'S POVThe morning sunlight poured in through the windows, casting soft beams across the bed. I blinked a few times, letting my eyes adjust to the light. Turning my head slightly, I froze when I saw Rose lying beside me, still sound asleep.Her hair was a mess, splayed out across the pillow like a chaotic halo, and her lips were parted slightly as she breathed softly. There was something about the way the light hit her face, highlighting her delicate features, that made me forget to breathe for a second.Beautiful.The thought came unbidden, catching me off guard. I shook my head, scowling at myself.Stop staring at her, Damien. She’s just... Rose. Nothing more.But my gaze lingered, traveling over the curve of her neck, the way the sheet had slipped down to her shoulder, revealing smooth skin. My jaw tightened as I felt a familiar heat pool low in my stomach.“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, glancing down at myself.Great. Just what I needed—a hard-on first thing
CHAPTER 20DAMIEN'S POVThe drive to meet Adrian was quiet, but my mind wasn’t.What the hell is wrong with me? Why does her smile stick with me like that? She’s just Rose. Nothing more.I pulled up to the sleek, glass-front building where Adrian’s office was located, forcing those thoughts to the back of my mind. I had bigger problems to deal with.Adrian was already waiting when I arrived, sitting at the long conference table with a folder in front of him. He stood up as I entered, offering a sly smile.“Damien,” he said smoothly. “I was starting to think you’d never show.”I sat down across from him, keeping my expression neutral. “Let’s just get this over with.”Adrian chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “You always did have a way with words.”I ignored his jab, glancing at the folder on the table. “So? What’s the deal?”He slid the folder toward me, tapping it with his finger. “The same as before. You sign this, and we finalize the merger. It’s a win-win for both of us.”I opene
CHAPTER 21DAMIEN'S POVLaz dropped into the chair across from me, his expression somewhere between disbelief and amusement as he ran a hand through his messy dark hair.“Damien,” he began, dragging out my name like it was a joke, “your life is straight out of a rom-com, man. I mean, what the actual hell is going on with you?”I leaned back in my chair, rubbing the back of my neck. “Don’t start, Laz.”“No, seriously,” he continued, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. “Let me get this straight. You’ve got Lily’s sister living in your house now—Lily’s sister, Damien. The same Lily who was your first love, the one who, might I remind you, broke your damn heart. And now, you’re catching feelings for her sister? Are you out of your mind?”I groaned, running a hand down my face. “I know, okay? You don’t have to spell it out for me.”“No, I do, because clearly, you’re not thinking straight!” Laz shook his head, looking at me like I’d lost it. “Do you realize how messed up this is?
CHAPTER 48DAMIEN'S POV“I don’t give a damn about Lily,” I said, my voice firm. “I want you, Rose.”She shook her head, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. “This wasn’t the plan, Damien.”“Screw the plan.”Her lips parted slightly, her breathing unsteady. I closed the distance between us, trailing my fingers along her jaw.“You’re pushing me away because you’re scared,” I murmured, my voice dropping lower. “But it’s too late for that, Rose.”She didn’t say a word. Not a single breath of protest, just stood there frozen, locked in place. And I sure as hell wasn’t letting her go.She was trying to run again. I could see it in the tension of her shoulders, in the way her hands curled into fists. She refused to meet my eyes, her whole body rigid, every muscle coiled tight, ready to flee. But not this time.“Don’t complicate things,” she whispered softly, her voice almost pleading.“Complicating things?” I scoffed, tightening my grip on her wrist. “The only thing complicated is you tryin
CHAPTER 47DAMIEN'S POVI woke up feeling… off. A dull, persistent ache throbbed at the back of my head, the kind you get after one too many drinks—or a restless night.I dragged a hand down my face, exhaling heavily before forcing myself to get out of bed. The sheets still carried Rose’s scent, a soft, lingering reminder that she had been there.Once dressed, I made my way downstairs, rolling my shoulders in an attempt to shake off the heavy tension weighing me down.I found Rose in the kitchen, her back turned to me. A soft smile crept onto my lips as I stepped inside. "Morning, sweetheart.”She didn’t answer. Not once did she look at me.Instead, she stared at the plate in front of her, fingers tightening around its edges like she needed something solid to hold onto.My brows knitted together. "Rose?”Still, she said nothing. Then, finally, she turned around, and her eyes were red-rimmed and weary. The sight of her like that was a gut punch."What’s wrong?" I stepped forward, but s
CHAPTER 46ROSE'S POVI froze. His breathing slowed, turning deep and steady. Seconds stretched into minutes, and eventually, I realized—he’d fallen asleep.I sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Damien…" No response.I lay there for what felt like hours, trapped beneath the warmth of his body, my mind too restless to shut down.Then, sometime in the middle of the night, I felt it. A slow, steady pressure against my thigh.At first, I thought it was an accident—just movement in his sleep. But then his hips rolled. Pressing against me.A low hum escaped his throat.I stiffened. "Damien…?" He didn’t answer.His grip on me tightened, and then, slowly, deliberately, his hips moved again. My breath hitched. "Damien, wake up—""Mmh…" His lips ghosted over my neck, his breath warm and uneven against my skin. His movements grew more desperate, his body pressing into mine like he couldn’t help himself.Heat bloomed in my chest. "Damien—"A sleepy, broken hum. "Mmh… don’t go…”My heart cle
CHAPTER 45ROSE'S POVI sat on the couch, staring blankly ahead, my fingers idly running along the rim of my glass. My thoughts had been circling the same problem all day, relentless and inescapable.Lily. Damien. And me—falling for the man my sister loved first.This was wrong… wasn’t it? It had to be.No matter how much I tried to ignore it, to push it away, but reality wouldn’t let me. Lately, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. We’d been fucking too much. Every touch, every kiss, and every moment with him had me slipping further, it was like I was losing myself in him. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to stop.I sighed, rubbing my temples. The sharp chime of the doorbell cut through my thoughts, pulling me back to reality.I frowned, glancing at the clock. Who the hell would be here at this hour? Smoothing down my dress, I pushed myself off the couch and made my way toward the door.Damien’s mother. Again.She stood on the doorstep, wrapped in an expensive coat, her lips pressed into a
CHAPTER 44DAMIEN'S POVRose adjusted her dress, smoothing out the fabric before reaching for her purse. Her lips were still slightly swollen, her cheeks faintly flushed, but she looked composed—like she hadn’t just let me wreck her right here in my office.I leaned against the desk, watching her, half-amused. “You’re just gonna leave like that?”She shot me a dry look. “I did bring you lunch. I think I’ve done enough.”I smirked. “Oh? You sure about that?”Her ears turned red, but she ignored me, picking up her bag. “I’ll see you at home.”Home. I didn’t know why that word settled so strangely in my chest.She turned to leave, but before she reached the door, I caught her wrist. She blinked up at me, surprised. "Rose."She tilted her head. "What?"I hesitated for a fraction of a second before sighing, loosening my grip. “Nothing. Get home safe.”She smiled, small but genuine. "You too."And just like that, she was gone. The warmth she left behind lingered for a moment. Then my phone
CHAPTER 43DAMIEN'S POVSeraphina, of course, took full advantage. She turned her head just slightly, eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction. "Oh. Hello, Rose."I looked at Rose just in time to see her expression flicker. A flash of something—annoyance? Hurt?—before she schooled her face into something unreadable."Am I interrupting?" she asked, voice careful.Seraphina smiled, brushing past her with a deliberate bump of her shoulder. "Excuse me."Rose didn’t move for a second. Then, slowly, she turned to me, arching a brow. "So… should I come back later?"I exhaled sharply. "No. You’re exactly who I want here."Her gaze lingered on the door Seraphina had just walked out of before she shook her head, stepping forward. She placed the bag on my desk. "I brought your lunch."I sat back in my chair, opening the bag. The smell hit me instantly. "This looks…" I took a bite and groaned in approval. "Okay. This is amazing." Rose smirked, crossing her arms."Are you the same person who fumbled m
CHAPTER 42DAMIEN'S POVThe bed was empty when I woke up.I blinked against the soft morning light streaming through the curtains, my body still heavy with sleep. My hand instinctively reached for the warmth that should have been there. But the space beside me was empty, the sheets cold beneath my fingertips. A small frown formed as I tried to piece it together. She was here last night. I remembered that much.I sat up, raking a hand through my hair before stretching and making my way toward the bathroom. The shower was quick, the warm water washing away the last traces of sleep. But it was the scent drifting through the apartment that truly pulled me awake.A faint aroma of something warm and buttery lingered in the air, teasing my senses. A slow smirk tugged at my lips. That could only mean one thing.Drawn by the scent, I followed it toward the kitchen. I stepped into the kitchen and stopped, my gaze lingering longer than necessary.Rose stood at the stove, her back to me, the soft
CHAPTER 41ROSE'S POVHe pulls back just long enough for me to gasp for air before thrusting in again, pushing me to take him even deeper. My lips stretch wide, spit slipping down my chin in a way that is messy, obscene, and completely shameless, but I don’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I can’t stop.I let him fuck my mouth, let him push past any point of comfort, because this is exactly what I crave. The weight of him on my tongue, the taste overwhelming my senses, the deep groan he lets out every time my throat tightens around him, all of it is addictive.His fingers tighten in my hair, his whole body is trembling. He is trying to hold himself back, trying to keep control, but that is the last thing I want from him.I moan again, taking him deeper, sucking harder, my tongue swirling around him, my throat flexing tight, and that is all it takes to push him over the edge. “Fuck.” The word is sharp, ragged, as he jerks my head back, his cock slipping free, wet and flushed, throbbing wit
CHAPTER 40 ROSE'S POV It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was angry. Possessive. I gasped, and in that split second, he took the opportunity to slide his tongue against mine, deep and punishing. His fingers tightened at the nape of my neck, tilting my head back as he took exactly what he wanted. And then, suddenly—I was in the air. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried me, lips never leaving mine, heading straight for the bedroom. He kicked the door open, moving with purpose. Before I could catch my breath, I was on the bed, his body pressing me down. His fingers traced a slow path down my arm, the heat of his touch searing into my skin. Then, he leaned down, his breath ghosting my lips. “This,” he murmured, voice like smoke, “is me proving that I’m not doing this out of obligation.” His hands moved to my dress, fingers gripping the fabric before slowly peeling it down, inch by inch. The silk pooled around my waist, baring my lace-covered breasts to hi