로그인"Get back," Damian rasped, his hand flying out to grip my wrist before I could even take a step back. His palm was ice-cold against my skin as his eyes struggled to locate me in the dark. I didn't pull away. "You were having a nightmare. You were shouting for Sophia." He released my wrist instantly, pushing himself back against the sofa. He ran his hands through his hair, his breathing still shallow. In the faint light coming through the window, I could see the sweat glistening on his forehead. "I am fine," he said, his voice dropping back into that familiar, guarded tone. "Go back to bed." "You don't look fine," I said, staying right where I was. "I do not need your pity, Lila," he snapped, though the edge in his voice was ruined by how out of breath he was. "We have a long day tomorrow. The PR team is sending a journalist here at eight. Go back to sleep." He lay back down, turning his back to me and pulling the heavy wool blanket up to his shoulders. I stood there for a few se
I kept my hand clamped tight around the handle of my suitcase, my knuckles turning white. The sound of the key turning in the lock echoed through the massive bedroom, and it felt like the door to my actual life had just been shut forever. "I will take the sofa tonight," Damian said, breaking the silence as he walked over to the closet. He didn't look back at me. "But during the day, when the staff is in and out, your things need to look settled. Clear half the vanity. Put some of your clothes in the dresser." I looked at the beautiful oil painting of Sophia hanging on the wall. Her painted eyes seemed to follow me. "I don't think I can do that, Damian. This is her room. It feels wrong." Damian stopped dead in his tracks. His shoulders went incredibly rigid under his white shirt. When he turned around, his face was completely blank, but his eyes were burning. "It is my room, Lila. And right now, it is the only shield my daughter has from a media circus. Do not make this harder than
I watched Mia chase a piece of strawberry across her high chair tray, her small giggles filling the kitchen. Damian sat across from me, his eyes fixed on his tablet as he took a slow sip of his black coffee. The tension between us from the night before after I had overheard him crying in his study still hung heavily in the air, but looking at Mia’s bright, flushed face, I knew I had to stay strong. "More juice, Lila?" Mia asked, holding up her tiny plastic cup. "Of course, sweetheart," I said, reaching for the pitcher. Damian’s phone suddenly buzzed on the table. It didn't just ring once; it began vibrating continuously, lighting up with back-to-back notifications. He frowned, setting his coffee cup down with a soft click. He swiped the screen, and I watched the color completely drain from his face. His jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in his cheek twitched. "What is it?" I asked, my hand pausing over Mia's cup. Damian didn't answer me. He stood up so fast his chair scra
The civil ceremony happened three days later in a small room at the back of the mansion. There was neither guests or music to show that a wedding ceremony is about to take place. Just the registrar, a laptop with Eleanor on video call from Libya, Damian, and me. I wore a simple cream dress Eleanor had sent over. It fit well, but it felt wrong. Everything about this day felt wrong.Eleanor’s face filled the screen. She smiled, but her eyes were tired. “This is the right step,” she said softly. “For Mia. For the family. I am proud of both of you.”I stood beside Damian, close enough to feel the tension rolling off him. He wore a dark suit, crisp and formal, like this was just another business deal. He did not look at me. Not once during the short proceedings.The registrar read the words quickly. When it was my turn, my “I do” came out steady but quiet. Damian’s was flat, almost mechanical. The rings were simple gold bands. When he slipped mine on, his fingers were cool against my skin.
I stared at the message for a long time. The screen glowed in the dark of my apartment, those simple words feeling heavier than they should. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. Part of me wanted to ignore it, to crawl back into bed and pretend none of this was happening. But Mia’s face kept flashing in my mind. Her small hands reaching for me. The way her breathing steadied only when I held her. I typed back a short reply.Okay. I’m coming.The taxi ride back to the mansion was quiet. The city lights blurred past the window as I leaned my head against the glass. My coat still smelled faintly of the night air from earlier. I had not even changed out of the clothes I wore when I left the first time. Everything felt rushed, like life was pushing me forward before I was ready.When I arrived, the nanny let me in without a word. She pointed toward the study and disappeared upstairs. The house was mostly dark except for a single lamp glowing from the open study door. I walked in slowly.
I didn't bother changing out of my sleep clothes. I grabbed a coat and immediately called a cab. The ride was so fast that the next thing was me standing at the front door within twenty minutes. The nanny opened it before I even knocked, relief written all over her face."She's calmer now," the nanny said, stepping aside to let me in. "But she won't settle unless she knows you're here."I climbed the stairs two at a time. Mia was curled up against her pillows, cheeks flushed, breathing shallow but steady. When she saw me, her small hand reached out."You came back," she whispered."Of course I did." I sat beside her, letting her curl into my side the way she always did. Within minutes her breathing slowed, her eyes fluttering shut.I stayed until I was sure she was asleep, then eased myself off the bed. That was when I noticed Eleanor standing in the doorway, dressed for her departure, a suitcase handle gripped in one hand."I almost left without seeing this," she said quietly, noddin







