INICIAR SESIÓNDamien’s POVI answered before the phone could ring itself out.“Dad.”“Do not dad me.” His voice came through hard and already finished with politeness. “Tell me the headline is a fabrication.”Elena stayed seated across from me, eyes on my face. I did not look away from her while I spoke.“It is not a fabrication.”Silence pressed against the line. Then Victor said, “You confirmed a contract marriage in public.”“I confirmed the truth.”“You confirmed a scandal.”“I ended one.”He laughed once, short and humorless. “You have always had a talent for renaming damage as strategy. Come to the house.”“I am busy this morning.”“That was not a request.”The call cut off.Elena raised her brows. “He sounds calm.”“That was calm for him.”“And the un-calm version?”“Usually happens in person.”She leaned back against the sofa. “Then you should go before he brings that version here.”Elena’s POVI watched Damien stand and take the call as if his body already knew there was no use delaying.“
Elena’s POVMy phone would not stop vibrating.At first I thought it was one message. Then another. I reached for it with half closed eyes and unlocked it.Lila.Sofia.Mum.Numbers I did not know.Unread messages stacked over each other so fast I could barely read the first one before the next arrived.I sat up.Damien was still asleep on his side of the bed, one arm thrown across the empty space I had left. For a second I almost woke him. Then I opened Lila’s chat.Elena. Elena answer your phone. Why is your face all over my timeline? Call me right now.Before I could reply, Sofia’s name replaced the screen. An incoming call.I stepped out of the bedroom and answered in the hallway.“Sofia?”“Are you awake?”“I am now.”“Good. Because the whole internet is awake with you.” Her voice was sharp with excitement and panic at the same time. “Have you seen it?”“Seen what?”“The photo. The proposal photo. Damien posted it. It’s everywhere.”My fingers tightened around the phone. “What are
Elena’s POVMorning came in quietly.I woke before Damien and stayed still long enough to listen to the house. No noise from the street, he shifted but did not fully wake, so I left him there and went to the kitchen.The kettle clicked under my hand. I took down two cups out of habit, then smiled at myself for assuming. He would want one anyway.By the time he appeared, the tea was ready.“You’re up early,” he said.“You always say that.”“It’s often true.”I held out his cup. “Drink before you start inspecting the house.”He took it, leaned against the counter, and studied me over the rim. “You seem lighter.”“I slept.”“That helps.”“It does.”Damien’s POVThe morning stayed easy.We moved around each other without ceremony. Elena buttered bread. I checked messages and put the phone away when she sat down across from me. There was no need to fill the silence. After the previous night, silence felt earned.“Any plans today?” I asked.“Rest. Maybe call Lila. She wasn’t there last nigh
Elena’s POVThe restaurant doors closed behind us with a soft final sound.Outside, the night air was cooler than I expected. Damien kept his hand at my back as we walked to the car. Neither of us said much. The evening had already held enough words.He opened the passenger door for me. I sat carefully, one hand over my stomach, and waited while he walked around to the driver’s side. When he got in, he glanced at me once before starting the engine.“Ready?” he asked.“Yes.”The city moved past the windows in quiet streaks of light. I watched it without really seeing it, my thumb brushing the underside of the new ring. Every so often Damien’s hand left the wheel at a red light and covered mine. He didn’t comment. I didn’t either. The silence was comfortable. Damien’s POVThe drive home was steady.Elena sat with her head turned toward the window, the ring catching light each time we passed under a streetlamp. I kept my attention on the road, but every few minutes I checked on her the
Chapter 119Elena’s POVThe words my mother had spoken stayed in my chest like a second heartbeat.Damien had gone to my parents. Two weeks ago. He had sat in their living room and told them the truth about the contract without softening a single edge of it. He had apologized. And then he had told them he was going to ask me properly because he loved me. I stood near the side of the room with my mother’s hands still holding mine, the new ring cold and bright on my finger, and tried to decide whether I felt exposed or protected. Both, maybe. The two feelings refused to separate.Across the room, Damien was still speaking with Marcus, but his eyes kept finding mine. He knew something had shifted. Of course he knew. He always did.My mother gave my hands one last squeeze. “Talk to him,” she said quietly. “He didn’t tell us to hide it from you. He only asked us to let him be the one to ask the question first.”I nodded. My throat felt tight.When she stepped away, I didn’t move right awa
Chapter 118Elena’s POVThe dessert sat half-finished between us when the side door finally opened.A single waiter crossed the empty room carrying a silver tray covered by a dark cloth. No flourish. No announcement. Just quiet steps and the soft clink of metal against metal. Damien’s eyes tracked the man the entire way. He didn’t look surprised. He looked ready.The waiter stopped beside our table, set the tray down with care, and stepped back without a word.I stared at the covered silver. The restaurant felt even quieter than before, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. “Damien.”“Open it.”My fingers found the edge of the cloth. I lifted it slowly, half expecting another course, half already knowing it would not be food.Underneath sat a small black box, and beside it a folded card in thick cream paper. I opened the card first.The handwriting was Damien’s.Will you marry me?The words were simple. No poetry. No long explanation. Just the question, written like he







