登入Damien didn’t answer right away. He stood there with Claire’s words still hanging in the room, and for a moment I let myself believe he was actually considering it, that the safest path really did mean pretending none of this had ever become real.“You do not have to answer now,” his grandmother said gently.“Yes, I do.” He turned to me, not to her, not to Claire. “I will not protect this marriage by lying to my wife.”He said it plainly, the way he said most things, like the decision had already been made somewhere inside him before anyone asked the question out loud. Whatever official response they drafted could admit the truth. The marriage had begun as protection, strategy, something close to revenge on both our parts. He wasn’t going to dress that up as anything softer.“We did not marry for love,” he said. “That does not mean love was forbidden from finding us afterward.”He asked Claire and his grandmother to give us a moment. Claire left without protest, but his grandmother li
“Do you think she leaked it?” I asked.Damien didn’t defend his grandmother automatically. “I think she knows more than she told us.”“Was any of her kindness real?”“I won’t answer for her,” he said. “We’ll ask her together.”By morning, the image still sat between us like a warning. Damien had already asked his grandmother to come to the penthouse, but he brought me water first and settled beside me, his gaze falling to the ring on my hand.“Do you regret last night?” I asked.“No.”“Even with this waiting for us?”“Last night is the one thing I do not regret.”His grandmother arrived composed, as always, though something in her expression shifted when she saw the quiet ease between us. Damien showed her the image.“Were you speaking to that reporter?” he asked.“Yes.”“Did you tell them where the wedding was?” I asked.“Yes.”She explained that reporters had already been circling, someone else had leaked that a wedding was happening, and she’d chosen one reporter she trusted to con
Damien studied my face before touching me again. “Tell me if that changes.”“I will.”“Do you want me?” he asked.“Yes. Not because Ethan came here. Not because we are married.” I held his gaze. “Because I want you.”I kissed him again, and this time he let himself respond more fully, his hand settling at my waist, the quiet of the penthouse pressing in around us. My ring caught the light between us, and he said my name once, low, like it mattered more than it ever had before.“Wait,” I said, my nerves rising without warning.He stopped immediately. “I’m here.”I admitted I was afraid of disappointing him, that with Ethan I’d always felt I had to become whatever he expected before he could love me. I didn’t want tonight to be another test I had to pass.“There is no right way to be with me,” Damien said. “You are not being judged.”“Are you nervous too?” I asked.He tried to avoid it at first. I pressed gently, and he finally said, “Yes.” It surprised me. “I know what I want,” he said
“Do you want to hear what he came to say?” Damien asked.“Yes.” Not because I hoped Ethan would ask for me back. I’d spent too long learning the truth about my own life through other people, through Ava’s texts and my father’s calls and Ethan’s mother’s careful manipulations. This time I wanted to hear it directly.Damien told security to let him up. “Do you want me to stay?” he asked.“I want to speak to him alone,” I said. “But not secretly.” We stayed in the open sitting room, the balcony doors still cracked from earlier.“I’ll be close,” Damien said. No warning to Ethan. No jealous edge in his voice at all.Ethan walked in looking exhausted, his eyes catching on my loose hair, my ring, the quiet ease of the penthouse around me. He noticed Damien standing nearby, not hovering, not controlling anything. I watched it land on him slowly, the understanding that I now had a life he stood completely outside of.“I needed to tell you myself,” he said.“Then tell me.”“I love you.”I let t
Reporters kept shouting. One asked whether I had planned the transfer with Ethan, while another called me Ethan Cole’s abandoned fiancée.Damien started to move in front of me. I touched his arm.“Beside me. Not in front of me.”He stepped beside me without arguing.I faced the cameras directly. “I did not arrange the trust transfer. I receive no benefit from it, and Ethan has formally rejected any personal claim. I married Damien because I chose him.”“So you deny working with your former fiancé?” someone called out.“I am not working with Ethan,” I said. “I am married to Damien.”“Ms. Hart, can you respond to claims that Ethan Cole’s abandoned fiancée—”“Olivia Black,” I corrected.The reporter tried again but stumbled over my old name, as if it still belonged to me. Damien stepped forward only then.“My wife’s name is Olivia Black,” he said. “Use it.”No long speech. Just that.“Ethan made his choices,” I said before anyone could ask another question. “I made mine.”I was not going
You became his wife at the exact moment he lost everything his mother left him.I had spent so long fearing that no one would choose me. I had never prepared for what it would feel like to be chosen at a price this high.Damien turned to Ethan’s mother first, his voice flat and controlled. “Is the transfer complete?”“Yes.”The room erupted around us. Ethan started asking questions while Damien’s grandmother demanded details nobody seemed ready to provide. Ava said nothing, but the accusation in her eyes was already aimed at me.Damien didn’t let any of it touch the first moment of our marriage.“Come with me,” he said, taking my hand.He led me into a private room nearby, not pulling me, just asking, and I went willingly.“Do you regret it?” I asked once the door closed.“No.”“Even now?”He glanced at the ring on my finger. “Especially now.”I still felt the weight of it pressing down on me. “You lost everything your mother fought to protect while you were promising to choose me.”“







