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Contract Marriage To The Alpha King Until the doctor says otherwise, you stay in bed.
Ava's POV Weeks passed. The days lengthened into each other, full of glass reflections, elevator whispers, and the measured hush that followed wherever I went. The rumors retreated to a dull thrum—an undercurrent, no longer an attack. I learned to move through the office as if I were water parting around rocks, gentle and fluid, never letting the jagged edges snag at my skin. If I kept my shape long enough, perhaps no one would notice I was fraying inside. Damian let the gossip carve its space but never let it erupt. He managed scandal the way he managed everything: with controlled fire and cold strategy. Sometimes I watched him, in the boardroom or moving through crowded corridors, and I wondered what it was like to command the storm instead of weather it. But underneath my facade, I was unraveling. Headaches grew roots into my skull. Nausea wrapped itself around my gut, a sly beast that pounced at odd hours. By the fourth week, I was cracked porcelain—a smile painted over fissu
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Ava's POV By the time the rain ebbed and the city’s fever cooled, the world outside our windows had slipped into the half-light of Monday—the sky a flat, stubborn silver, clouds heavy with secrets not yet spent. The city, of course, cared nothing for the comfort we had stolen. Damian was sprawled on the chaise at the end of the bed, shirt undone, feet bare, hair mussed from my hands and his own restless sleep. The view behind him spilled thirty floors above the city, streaks of dawn bruised by storm.If I closed my eyes, I could almost believe we existed in a pocket of time immune to everything else—his phone silent, the world quiet, no Blackwood Tower, no boardroom, no whispers or stares or headlines to endure. I could. I wanted to. But the phone began buzzing, a dry, insistent insect pulse that never truly stopped, not for him. Not for us.Damian let it ring until the silence became a pressure. He tossed the phone aside, met my eyes over the rim of his coffee. “They won’t wait fore
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Ava's POV Outside, the rain had turned lazy—fat drops teasing the eaves and tracing blurred trails down the glass. It was the perfect soundscape to a morning named only for itself, without meetings, without interruptions—just the soft percussion of the storm, and Damian’s hands, unrushed against my skin.His warmth folded over me as the world beyond the windows slowed and receded. His breath, coffee-laced now, caressed my cheek, and his palm slipped beneath the edge of my robe, thumb drawing up the inside of my thigh in a secret, excruciating line.“Let them talk,” I repeated, softer now, our mouths a whisper apart. “Let them fill their empty offices with stories.” His mouth found the curve of my jaw, dropping subtle, hungry kisses—a sequence laid down like a promise.“They will,” he murmured, the vibration running straight through my pulse. “They always do.” He cupped the back of my head, gathering my hair off my neck so his lips could explore the delicate skin there. The heat of hi
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Ava's POV The city unfolded outside the windows in quicksilver streaks—iron, glass, a world that spun on rumor and ambition and hunger. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, still feeling the thrum of adrenaline in my veins. Damian’s hand never left my knee, grounding me, thumb flexing in a rhythm older than any rivalry—gentler than any possessive display. The city could watch us glide away, but it couldn’t touch what we held between us now.For several moments, neither of us spoke. Damian watched me out of the corner of his eye, attentive but careful not to crowd. His hand was steady—warm, a living anchor. The city faded behind us, replaced by the quiet hush of wide streets and the memory of the office like an old bruise.He broke the silence first, voice softer than anyone else ever heard. “You did well, Ava. You always do.”I shifted to glance at him, catching the way the morning light gilded the sharp arc of his jaw. “You didn’t have to storm the castle for me.”He smiled
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Ava's POV “Of course, sir. I only thought—”Harris’s words dried up under the weight of Damian’s stare. There was no volume in Damian’s voice, no raised tone, but the menace in his calm was more terrifying than any shout. The wolf in him was close enough to the surface I could almost hear the growl vibrating beneath his skin; his presence took up the whole room, expanding, pressing the oxygen itself to the edge.He took a measured step toward Harris—not a lunge, nothing overt, just the careful, predatory calculus of a man used to being obeyed. His gaze was a pale, frozen horizon. I saw panic flicker across Harris’s face; the staffer’s confidence failed beneath the full weight of scrutiny. All traces of false charm evaporated, leaving behind only the boyish uncertainty of a man who realized far too late he had trespassed.“You thought wrong,” Damian said. He closed more of the space between them, the polished floor reflecting his shadow over Harris like an omen. “And I don’t pay for w
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Ava's POV The city surged around us, the sky overhead a bruised blue, streaked with sunlight fighting through the last reluctant drizzle. In the car, every passing mile pulled me tighter into the shape I wore for the world: shoulder squared, hair and smile polished to perfection, walls rising. And still, Damian’s hand kept finding me, thumb catching the pulse at my wrist, a silent reassurance. His wedding band glinted—a small, private shield against everything outside. The driver steered through the maelstrom of morning traffic, sliding the Rolls into the reserved entry of Blackwood Tower. Rain beaded on the car, the world outside cold and slick, but inside Damian radiated a watchful heat. I caught his gaze in the reflection—sharp as glass, but softer when it met mine. He pressed a black umbrella into my hand as the driver opened our door. “Hold tight to me,” he murmured, low enough for only me. The umbrella was not necessary; the carport was covered, staff quick to offer she
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