The soft glow of the moonlight spilled across the master bedroom, bathing the space in a silver warmth. Nia stood at the edge of the balcony, the night air teasing her hair and the gentle hum of the city below lulling her into a sense of calm she’d never known before.The past no longer held her. Its chains had been broken, its shadows banished by the man who now stood behind her, his presence strong and reassuring.Damien’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. She shivered at the heat of his skin, her heart quickening in response.“You look lost in thought,” he murmured against her ear, his voice low and filled with a possessive tenderness that sent a thrill racing down her spine.She smiled, leaning back into him. “I’m just…happy,” she admitted softly. “For the first time in a long time, I feel like I can breathe.”His lips brushed her neck, featherlight and teasing. “You deserve to be happy,” he said. “And I’m going to spend every day proving that to y
Nia watched as the crowd’s attention shifted away from Mira’s trembling form and Caleb’s hollow eyes. The echo of their downfall was almost poetic—like a long-awaited melody finally reaching its crescendo.For years, she had carried the weight of their lies on her shoulders. She had been humiliated, ridiculed, and left alone. But tonight, she was no longer the woman they had broken. She was the woman who had survived—and won.A smile, soft and triumphant, curled her lips as she turned to Damien. Her heart felt light, unburdened for the first time in years. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.Damien’s eyes searched her face, tender and sure. “For what?” he asked, a gentle smile touching the corners of his mouth.“For standing by me,” she said, her hand tightening around his. “For believing in me when no one else would.”He cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that slipped free. “You’ve always been strong,” he said, his voice low and filled with admirat
The ballroom had fallen into a heavy, breathless silence. All eyes turned to the woman in the red gown. Nia took a single step forward, feeling the heat of hundreds of curious, stunned gazes. She could hear her own heartbeat like a drum in her ears.Damien’s eyes never left her as she moved, the quiet command of his presence pulling her to the stage. The lights above shimmered like captured stars, glinting off the diamonds at her throat.She stopped at the base of the stage, feeling both exposed and unbreakable. Damien reached out a hand, his fingers warm and sure. “My wife,” he said, his voice deep and resonant. “The woman I’ve chosen above all others.”A ripple of shock surged through the crowd. Gasps, low murmurs, wide eyes.Mira’s face paled, her lips parting in disbelief. Caleb’s fists clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowing with confusion and anger.Nia lifted her chin, meeting the stares without flinching. “Yes,” she said softly. “I’m his wife.”The whispers grew, buzzing lik
The night air crackled with an electric anticipation as they arrived at the grand event. The ballroom was a vision of luxury—opulent chandeliers showering the room with a golden glow, crystal glasses clinking in delicate symphony. Nia felt the weight of the night on her shoulders, her red gown a shimmering beacon as she moved among the sea of refined faces.Damien had been at her side, his presence as steady and reassuring as the warmth of the lights. But a sudden call had him excusing himself. “Just a moment, honey,” he said with a gentle smile, his lips brushing her temple. “I won’t be long.”She nodded, her pulse stilling at his touch, and watched him slip away. Alone now, she took a slow breath, weaving her way through the crowd, her eyes tracing the sparkle of jewels and the sway of silken dresses.This was Damien’s world, not hers. And she had never felt so out of place and yet so determined to belong.Then a familiar voice sliced through her thoughts.“Nia? Is that you?” Mira’s
Nia had never felt so alive.She stood before the mirror in her room, the shimmering gown hugging her curves in all the right ways. It was an elegant, scarlet-red dress that she had chosen herself. The fabric flowed around her like a river of silk, and the delicate white pearls glimmered at her throat and ears.When Damien arrived to pick her up, he froze in the doorway. His dark eyes widened, traveling slowly from her head to her toes, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.“Stop looking at me like that,” she murmured, her cheeks flushing under his intense gaze.He took a step closer, his lips curving into a small, reverent smile. “I can’t help it, Nia,” he said, his voice low and rough. “You’re too stunning for your own good.”A shy smile tugged at her lips. “Thank you,” she said softly, her fingers brushing the red rubies at her neck.Damien’s eyes darkened with something she couldn’t quite name. He offered his arm, and she took it, feeling the heat of his touch even through
Nia walked through the glimmering rows of dresses in the high-end boutique, her mind replaying Damien’s soft, commanding voice from the call that morning.“Wear something beautiful tonight, Nia. I want to see you glow.”The thought of that made her cheeks warm. She ran her hand over the sleek blue fabric of a fitted dress on the mannequin, imagining how it would cling to her curves.Just as she reached to take the dress, a familiar voice sliced through her thoughts.“Well, well… what a coincidence.”Nia’s hand froze. She turned to see Mira standing there, her lips curved in a sweet, venomous smile. Mira reached past her and took the dress right from her hand.“This color looks perfect on me,” she said, her eyes glittering. “Don’t you think?”Nia raised a brow, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. “Now this is the real you, huh, Mira?”Mira’s smile grew wider, her eyes narrowing just a fraction. “I’m a good actress, right?”“You’re great,” Nia said, her voice low and dry. “You’ve go