เข้าสู่ระบบEvelyn"Really?" I asked, staring at him. "You want me to do that?"Damon's dangerous smile remained in place, as though he had been waiting for me to challenge him. "Why not?" he replied, his voice smooth and unbothered. "We're married."Something in his answer irritated me so much that I reached for the zipper of my dress before I could think better of it. My fingers moved quickly, tugging at the stubborn fastening, but it refused to budge. The more I struggled, the more determined I became, even though my hands were trembling and my face was burning.Damon's amusement slowly disappeared as he watched me. "What are you doing?" he asked, sounding genuinely surprised.I shot him an angry look over my shoulder. "You told me to take off my dress. I'm doing exactly what you asked."He stared at me, suddenly quiet, and I could almost see the moment he realised I wasn't joking. That small hesitation gave me the courage to lift my chin."Or are you scared now?" I challenged, turning toward
EvelynHe leaned in so close that my heart immediately began racing, and for one terrifying second I forgot how to breathe. Damon's face was right in front of mine, his eyes fixed on me with that familiar, wicked amusement, and the closer he got, the more my thoughts scattered. I could see the faint curve of his mouth, the way his gaze dropped briefly to my lips, and the deliberate slowness of his movements made it impossible to believe he didn't know exactly what he was doing to me."What are you..." I began, but my voice faltered when his hand moved past my shoulder.Instead of touching me, he reached for the light switch beside the bed and turned it on. The room brightened, revealing every detail of his handsome face, including the smug expression he wore as he looked back at me."What were you thinking?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.I blinked at him, suddenly aware of how close we still were. "Nothing," I stammered, looking away.Damon hummed as though he didn't believe me
EvelynThe kiss replayed in my head again and again as the car moved through the city, no matter how many times I tried to push the memory away. I could still feel the brief warmth of Damon's lips against mine, and every time the image returned, my stomach twisted in a way I didn't quite understand. It had only been a kiss, a ridiculously short one at that, yet somehow my mind had decided it was the most important thing that had happened all day.I stared out of the window, pretending to be fascinated by the passing buildings when, in reality, I was desperately trying to calm my racing thoughts."What are you so stressed about, darling?" Damon's voice suddenly pulled me back, and I turned too quickly, only to find him much closer than I expected. His face was inches from mine, his eyes studying me with that familiar amusement that made my heart jump.I immediately leaned away, creating as much distance as the seat would allow. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice coming out sharper
Evelyn“Are you nuts?” Damon’s voice thundered across the hall, his patience finally snapping as he turned toward Bianca. His jaw was clenched, and the playful expression he usually wore around me was completely gone. “You literally said you weren't interested in getting married, so what the fuck are you saying now? How dare you come here and ruin my wedding with this stupid stunt?” He took a step toward her, his eyes narrowing as he stared her down, clearly struggling to understand how she had managed to change her mind so quickly.Bianca, however, didn't seem even slightly intimidated. She simply twirled a strand of her brunette hair around her finger, looking almost amused by his anger. “Calm down,” she said, tilting her head. “Why are you getting so worked up? I never said I was going to marry you. I just said I'm very interested in you now.” She gave him a small, almost mischievous smile, as though interrupting someone's wedding to announce her sudden interest in the groom wa
EvelynI had no idea why Bianca's presence was bothering me this much. I kept telling myself it shouldn't matter, that whatever relationship Damon had with her had absolutely nothing to do with me. This marriage was supposed to be fake, after all. There was a contract between us, an arrangement that would last for a year, and then we'd both walk away. That was it. So why was my chest suddenly feeling so tight?“Anyway, I'm off. Congratulations again,” Bianca said, breaking the uncomfortable silence as she turned toward the door. She had barely taken two steps when her heel caught on the edge of the rug. Her body lurched forward, and before she could hit the floor, Damon moved quickly, catching her around the waist and steadying her against him. My eyes widened before I could stop them. His hand was around her waist. Again. Why did that bother me so much? Bianca looked up at him, and something changed in her expression. Her eyes lingered on his face for a second too long, and the s
Damon“How could you?” Sir Vescari’s voice thundered through the room, his walking sticks striking the floor as he took another furious step toward me. His face had reddened with anger, the lines around his eyes deepening as he stared at me like I had personally betrayed him. “Was this the plan all along, Damon? Did you intend to humiliate me after everything I’ve done for you?”I kept my expression controlled, though the sudden talks of his daughter had thrown an unexpected weight onto my wedding day. “You know today is my wedding,” I said evenly, reminding him of the fact he seemed determined to ignore. His eyes widened in disbelief before he gave a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Of course. You always want to have it your way.” He tightened his grip around one of his walking sticks, his knuckles whitening. “After everything I did for you, after saving your life, you’re really going to throw it all away just to get married to someone else?” His voice cracked with frustration as
EvelynI woke up the next morning with puffy, dark under-eyes, the memory of last night sitting heavy in my chest. It wasn’t a blur. I remembered everything. Tessa finding me, pulling me out of Damon’s hands like she already knew I wouldn’t leave on my own.I reached for my phone. The screen lit up
Evelyn “I want a divorce.” The words sat on my tongue like something bitter I couldn’t swallow, even though I had already said them out loud. “Are you sure you want me to start drafting your divorce?” Tessa’s voice came through again, tight with disbelief, like she was trying to hold me together
EvelynDamon’s gaze stayed on me and even as I lifted my glass and took a slow sip, hoping it would distract me, it didn’t. If anything, it made me more aware of it.Sebastian noticed.“Why do you keep staring at my wife?” he snapped.Damon barely reacted, just leaned back slightly with a careless
EvelynHow the heck did he get my number?I frowned, irritation rising fast. He was already too much trouble. I didn’t need anything tying me closer to him.I blocked his number immediately.My eyes shifted to the cake on the table. I grabbed it and threw it straight into the bin. The smell hit me







