LOGINShe pulled out her notes. "Mr. Cross. You met Mrs. Cross in a bar. You'd never seen her before that night. Within twelve hours, you'd offered her ten million dollars to marry you. Why?"Damien's hand tightened on mine. "Because I needed a wife to claim my inheritance, and she needed money to save her father.""That's the business reason. I'm asking for the real reason. Why her?"Damien was quiet for a moment. "Because when I looked at her, I saw someone who'd been betrayed. Someone who was angry and hurt and trying to be strong while falling apart. Someone who deserved better than what life had given them. And I wanted—I wanted to be the one to give her something better.""So pity?""No. Recognition. And attraction. Immediate, powerful attraction." His voice dropped. "She looked at me like I was just a man making an offer. Not Damien Cross, billionaire. Just... a person. And I wanted more of that."Judge Morrison made a note. "Mrs. Cross. Same question. Why did you say yes?""Initiall
We'd sent everyone home and were preparing to spend the night at the estate when my phone rang.The hospital.I knew before I answered. Somehow, I knew."Mrs. Cross. I'm so sorry. Your father—his heart gave out about twenty minutes ago. We tried everything, but—he's gone. I'm so sorry."The phone slipped from my hand.Damien caught it, caught me as my legs gave out."No," I whispered. "No no no no.""Isla.""He was fine. He was at the wedding. He was smiling. He can't be.""I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so sorry."I screamed. Actually screamed, a sound of pure anguish that tore from somewhere deep inside me.Damien held me while I broke, while I sobbed, while I fell completely apart."He made it to the wedding," Damien murmured into my hair, his own voice breaking. "He saw you happy. That's what he wanted. His last wish. He made it, Isla. He made it.""I want him back. I want my dad back.""I know. I know, baby. I'm so sorry."We sat on the floor of that beautiful house, holding each other
THE GARDEN - 3 PMOnly twenty people sat in the garden chairs. Lucas, Sophie, Catherine, a few of Damien's closest business associates, the lawyers who'd become friends. And my father, in a wheelchair at the end of the aisle, looking frail but determined.When I saw him there, tears sprang to my eyes. He'd made it. Against all odds, he was here.The music started—not a traditional wedding march, but something soft and acoustic that Damien had chosen. Something that felt like us.And then I saw him.Damien stood at the altar in a perfectly tailored navy suit, his hair slightly messy like he'd been running his hands through it, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that stole my breath.Lucas was right. He was a wreck. I could see it in the way his hands clenched at his sides, the way his throat worked, like he was already fighting emotion.My father took my hand. "Ready, sweetheart?""So ready."He stood, shaky but determined, and together we walked down the aisle. It wasn't gracef
Margaret's response to our vow renewal plan was immediate: "Do it. It's perfect.""Even if it looks calculated?" I asked during our meeting."It doesn't matter how it looks. What matters is the truth. You want to reaffirm your commitment to each other. That's powerful testimony—that despite all the pressure, all the scrutiny, all the reasons to walk away, you're choosing each other again." She smiled. "Richard's team will try to spin it as a performance. But we'll show its proof of genuine love. People don't renew vows for fraudulent marriages.""When should we do it?" Damien asked."Soon. Before the hearing. Give us time to document it, get statements from attendees, show the court that this was a deliberate choice." She paused. "And make it meaningful. Small, intimate, real. Not some big production. Just you two and the people who matter most."We planned it for two weeks. Small ceremony at the estate upstate where Damien's grandmother used to live. Just close friends and family, li
I woke up shouting.Damien was in the living room, phone in hand, yelling at someone. "I don't care what he filed! We're dropping the case. It's over!"I emerged from the bedroom to find Lucas there too, looking worried."What happened?" I asked."Richard filed an emergency motion," Lucas said. "He's not just challenging the will anymore. He's trying to invalidate your marriage entirely. Claims it's fraudulent under New York law, that you entered into it with the intent to deceive for financial gain.""What does that mean?""It means if he wins, your marriage is annulled. Everything you've done together, is legally erased. And you could both face fraud charges."The room spun. "He can't do that.""He's trying." Damien's voice was deadly calm. "Using the contract as evidence that we entered into marriage with fraudulent intent. That the love developed later doesn't matter, the initial transaction was illegal.""That's insane. Half the marriages in Manhattan start with prenups and finan
The waiting room was too familiar. The same plastic chairs, the same antiseptic smell, the same crushing weight of helplessness.But this time was different. This time felt worse.Dr. Patel came out after an hour, her expression carefully neutral in that way doctors have when the news isn't good."Mrs. Cross. Your father's heart is failing. The previous surgery bought him time, but the damage was more extensive than we initially thought."The words hit like physical blows. "What does that mean?""It means he needs a transplant. Soon. We've put him on the list, but...""But what?" Damien's voice was tight."But the waiting list is long. And his condition is deteriorating rapidly. Without a transplant in the next few months..." She didn't finish. She didn't have to."Can I see him?" I asked."He's asking for you. But Mrs. Cross, prepare yourself. He's very weak."My father looked like a ghost of himself. The machines keeping him alive beeped rhythmically, a constant reminder of how frag
I woke to chaos.Damien was on the phone, his voice tense. Lucas was in the living room with three lawyers I didn't recognize. And the television was playing our interview on repeat with a new chyron:CROSS MARRIAGE UNDER LEGAL CHALLENGE: IS THEIR LOVE REAL OR FRAUD?"What happened?" I asked, wrapp
We ordered dinner in—neither of us could face going out, being seen, performing for cameras. We ate Thai food on the couch, going over strategy, preparing for the storm.Around midnight, Damien's phone rang. Richard.He answered on speaker. "Father.""Damien. I hear you had an interesting meeting w
I woke to find Damien already awake, staring at his phone with a murderous expression."What now?" I asked, my voice still rough from sleep."Elena. She wants to meet. Today. Says she has a 'proposition' for us." He showed me the message: Noon. The Pierre Hotel. Come alone or the pictures go public
We'd made love three more times—in the shower, against the wall, and once more in bed before we finally collapsed in exhaustion.I lay sprawled across Damien's chest, tracing idle patterns on his skin while he played with my hair."We should probably eat something," I said."Probably." But neither







