MasukDamian’s POV
“What’s wrong, Mr. Sterling? Do you know her?” I keep my mouth shut, avoiding the gaze and question from the woman next to me. It’s going to be another problem if she finds out that Samantha is my wife. The Belrose clan has a strong family value. If they discover that my family’s looking down on their in-law, they might sever the cooperation we have. “It’s nothing. Just don’t mind her,” I reply, holding back the urge to look behind me. Samantha’s probably at a loss now on what’s going on. After all, I promised to stay by her side tonight. But things came up, and I have a reason for breaking that promise. If she loves me, she will understand without me explaining the details. “Pfft!” I purse my lips when I see Victoria giggling at the side. She does that whenever Mom scolds Samantha—Ah! This is the worst. Turning my head back, I saw Samantha looking in my direction. Her eyes are teary like she's about to cry, proving my suspicion. Mom will not miss a day telling her off. If only she knows how to adapt in situations like this better than keeping silent, my head won’t be aching now thinking what to do to appease her later. I can't even look at her any longer. She looks pathetic standing still without fighting back. She could have left or hidden from my mother. What’s wrong with avoiding a mother-in-law who always wants to argue? Unfortunately, Samantha still thinks my mother will get tired of it when I’m telling her she won’t. “This is pissing me off,” I growl, frowning at my wife’s sorry sight. Tsk. Samantha should know better. Doing things that will get my family's attention will put her at a disadvantage. I tried telling her to keep lying low, and yet. “Marcus.” I glare at my assistant who's enjoying a glass of wine. He freezes when he hears me and rushes to my side. “Yes?” Tilting my head to the side, I whisper. “I ordered you to tell her to stay home. Did you not tell her?” Marcus's face goes pale. He's working for me, but is also loyal to my mother. Did he trick Samantha into attending the party? Was it Victoria? “Get her out of here,” I grumble, holding his arm firmly. “Take her home before she causes a scene.” “Yes, sir.” Samantha isn't the type to make a scene, but with my mother's harassment, she may lose her temper and do things she hasn’t done before. “Is everything alright?” Lorraine Belrose asks, her gaze moving between me and Marcus. “You seem uncomfortable. Is there something bothering you…or someone, perhaps?” She turns her head and raises her eyebrows as she watches my mother scold Samantha. “Isn't that the woman from earlier? Ah, I knew it. She's someone who wants to get your attention, isn't she?” Lorraine shakes her head. “I know you're good-looking, but to be followed around by a woman like that…” A woman like that? What does she mean? “What about her?” I can't help but ask. Everyone in the Sterling mansion already talks bad about Samantha. It's a shame they couldn't appreciate her and it's already tiring dealing with her every time someone says something that offends her. Lorraine scoffs. “I don't know why she's able to attend a party hosted by your family, but she obviously doesn't belong here.” She talks as if she knows about Samantha's identity. And it's going to be a problem if she does. I don't mind Samantha's status before she married into the Sterling family, but once the public finds out, the matriarch will not be pleased. Samantha's position in the family is already difficult… I only want her to stay quiet for now. At least until I'm the one in charge of the company. Tonight will be that moment. I worked more than I should to get to this position and Samantha should know how important this is for me…for us. One wrong move and it will be another chaos I hate to deal with. “Well, you have keen eyes, Miss Belrose. My brother truly needs someone like you. Otherwise, he'll be blinded for the rest of his life,” Victoria chimes in, earning a gentle laugh from Lorraine. “My father also thinks that Mr. Sterling is the most eligible marriage partner for me. Unfortunately, he's supposedly married, isn't he?” Lorraine sighs. If she knew I'm married, then why won't she let go of my arm? “But I heard that the matriarch didn't acknowledge that woman. So, doesn't it mean their marriage is considered null?” Lorraine continues, sharing her head. “Hmm. Well, even if Damian is married, isn't getting a divorce easy?” Victoria suggests. “After all, we can't have the new CEO of Sterling Empire marry just anyone. Miss Belrose here, however, is more than qualified.” “D-Divorce? What is she talking about?” Suddenly, Samantha shows up and overheard what Victoria said. She looks at me in confusion, her brown eyes begging for answers. “It's none of your business and it's very rude of you butting in conversions where you don't belong,” I say firmly, cocking my head to the door, signaling her to leave. She can cry in my arms tonight, but not right now, right here…when I'm about to get the position I've long for. “Wha-What? Damian, are you saying that—” “Marcus, get her out of here. Now,” I cut her off before she could say anything else. I know she's upset, but I can't deal with her at the moment. Samantha should know that, too. “Miss Gregory, please come with me this way,” Marcus says, holding Samantha's arm as he guides her to the exit. “Let go,” Samantha mutters and pulls her hand away. “I'll leave on my own. You don't have to show me the way.” A sigh of relief escapes my mouth after hearing her say that. If she leaves now, we can proceed with nothing to worry about. “And for you Damian Sterling, this Miss Gregory wishes to talk to you when you're done with your business here,” Samantha states, her voice calm and cold. Huh? What’s with her? I shrug off her words, not thinking much about it and turn around. Samantha will have to listen to me later anyway. She always does.Samantha's POV "I fell off a bike," Sloane jerks her sweater down with trembling fingers. "I just... I lost control on a hill. It's nothing.""Yeah right. I’ve seen bike accidents. Those are fist marks on your ribs, and those stitches were not done in a hospital. Who did this to you?"She takes a step back, her back hitting the oak door of the apartment. "I told you, I fell! Why can't you just leave it alone?""Because you are under my roof!" I grab her upper arms, mindful of the bruises but needing her to look at me. "Tell me the truth right now.""Please, stop asking!" Sloane shrieks. Her voice cracks into a broken sob then. The rigid armor she was holding up shatters. Her knees buckle, and she begins to sink toward the floor. "Please... just... stop."I catch her before she falls, wrapping my arms around her. "I’ve got you. I’m sorry. I’ve got you."Timothy appears in the hallway, brow furrowed with deep concern. His eyes scan Sloane's weeping form immediately, and I see the und
Samantha's POV Nadia's face drains of color. She lunges across the kitchen island and snatches the phone from my hand. "It’s not what you think, Sam!" she cries, her voice panicked as she tucks the device behind her back. "You shouldn't have been looking at my screen!" "I read the thread, Nadia. The woman sent you a sonogram picture, and you literally told her you'd ruin her career if she didn't take the payout and sign the NDA. It is exactly what I think." "You don't know anything!" Her eyes are flashing with a defensive anger I’ve rarely seen from her. "Then fill me in!" I slam my palms onto the table. "Tell me why my brilliant, independent best friend is acting like a corporate thug, blackmailing a pregnant woman!" "It’s just a non-disclosure threat!" she yells, before her jaw tightens as she realizes what she just admitted. "Which... which is... God, Sam, just stop." I stare at her, and the pieces click together in that heavy silence. "It's your brother, right? Josh got s
Samantha's POV "I fell off a bike," Sloane jerks her sweater down with trembling fingers. "I just... I lost control on a hill. It's nothing.""Yeah right. I’ve seen bike accidents. Those are fist marks on your ribs, and those stitches were not done in a hospital. Who did this to you?"She takes a step back, her back hitting the oak door of the apartment. "I told you, I fell! Why can't you just leave it alone?""Because you are under my roof!" I grab her upper arms, mindful of the bruises but needing her to look at me. "Tell me the truth right now.""Please, stop asking!" Sloane shrieks. Her voice cracks into a broken sob then. The rigid armor she was holding up shatters. Her knees buckle, and she begins to sink toward the floor. "Please... just... stop."I catch her before she falls, wrapping my arms around her. "I’ve got you. I’m sorry. I’ve got you."Timothy appears in the hallway, brow furrowed with deep concern. His eyes scan Sloane's weeping form immediately, and I see the und
Samantha's POV"Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight!""Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?" Timothy sings along in a quite impressive voice, glancing at me for about two seconds with a smile so bright. "You are gonna lose your voice baby.""For an ABBA song? Worth it!" We are driving to Charlie's school, the speakers in Timothy’s Mercedes are vibrating with the baseline of ABBA’s songs, and the glass panoramic sunroof lets the Manhattan sun wash over us. How can an afternoon be this perfect?"I still don't get why Daniel insisted on dragging us into that hospital," I say, the rhythm of the music pulsing beneath my words. My mind drifts back to the hospital room from hours ago. "Not like we said anything meaningful to Damian. He even looked completely out of it. I actually wonder just how much pain he must be in after a hit like that.""Hm," is all I get from Timothy. He reaches across the console, capturing my left hand in his right. He brings my knuckles to his lips,
Oh God. His mouth is hot and so fucking perfect. He suckles deeply, his tongue flicking the peak, while his fingers pinch and roll the left. He switches to the left, giving it the same devastating attention."No," I beg weakly. "Go back… the right one… please…"He ignores me, licking a torturous path down my sternum, over my quivering stomach.The hair. Shit! How could I forget?I’m not shaved. The thought crashes into my pleasure-drenched mind. A flush of hot embarrassment washes over me. I try to push at his shoulders. "Marcus, wait—" He hooks one of my legs over the edge of the table, opening me wider. He doesn’t pause. He drops to his knees and dives in.The ecstasy takes over me, the rough scrape of hair against his face, the strokes of his tongue over my clit. It lasts less than five seconds before he’s surging back up, kissing me my lips again.My confidence dies. I kiss him back hesitantly, and he seemed to have noticed, because his kisses slows down as well. He pulls back,
Lorraine's POV"Because I needed to get out of my own head," I step closer.It's not a complete lie. My father's voice is still ringing in my ears, Adelaide's smirk is still somewhere behind my eyes, and Damian's coldness is still a wound I haven't figured out how to stop touching.But that's not why I'm here."That's the pretty version." "I'm a pretty person, and..." I take another step. The robe shifts and I let it, one hand barely holding the front together. The throb between my legs started somewhere in the bathroom and hasn't stopped, and I'm not entirely sure what to do with that information. This is Marcus. Georgia's Marcus. And I am getting turned on by Marcus? Nah. I’ve just had a really long day. It’s the wine. The robe. The weirdness of all this."You drove me here. That's on you."His brow lifts. One corner of his mouth twitches. "Turning my question against me?"He reaches for his glass. I move before I think, closing the final distance to his side and snatching the gla
Lorraine's POV "I should have known you'd be here, lurking like a vulture," I snap, my voice trembling despite the coldness I try to inject into it.Adelaide glides into the room with the smooth confidence and elegance of a woman who has never known the indignity of being left at an altar. She’s m
Damian's POV "What the fuck are you going on about?" Georgia’s voice shrills, her face draining of color as she stares at me. "Damian, stop this. It’s not funny." "I’m in a hospital bed, my body feels like it’s been put through a meat grinder, and you’re standing there with a stranger claiming I
Samantha's POVWhat I was expecting was a sour stench from the vomit I didn't get a chance to clean up yesterday. Instead, I'm met with a metallic and damp smell.Our apartment is now a lake!"What... what is this?" I whisper, my voice cracking.Water shimmers over the hardwood, reflecting the silh
Samantha’s POV I take a deep breath, forcing a smile as I step into the ballroom. No one must see how nervous I am. Tonight, Damian will be named CEO of Sterling Empire… a position long expected of him, though marrying me, a lowborn wife, nearly cost him everything. I sip a glass of water to stead







