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Chapter 6
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2026-08-16 14:05:00
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I Married My Father’s Creditor Chapter 18
Damien didn't take his hands out of his pockets. He remained by the closed trailer door, shoulders squared, his gaze fixed on me as though he were waiting for a confession."What did Vance say to you?"His voice was flat, carrying that controlled edge he used whenever a contract was going south.I pulled my hands from my coat pockets, keeping my phone safely hidden inside the lining."He was asking about the south elevation layout."Damien's jaw tightened. "He was standing close enough to breathe on you, Ariana.""We were looking at the same sheet of specs," I said, forcing my voice to remain steady despite the heavy thumping in my chest. I couldn't bring up Ryan's six o'clock deadline yet, not while Damien was already coiled tight enough to snap. "He mentioned Geneva."The atmosphere inside the trailer shifted.Damien didn't flinch, but his eyes narrowed slightly."Geneva was six years ago," he said, taking two slow steps towards the centre desk. "It has nothing to do with Midtown, a
I Married My Father’s Creditor Chapter 17
Ariana’s POVThe electric saws outside kept up a high, dull whine, but inside the trailer, the air went stone cold.I looked down at the PDF on my screen. It was an old scan of the pre-nuptial agreement between Damien’s attorneys and my father’s estate. My dad’s shaky signature, Damien’s sharp slant, and the exact financial figure set on my presence in Damien’s life.Below the file was a short text message:I have the contract, Ariana. I know the whole thing was a deal. He bought you.My hands grew cold. My phone vibrated in my grip before I could put it face-down on the desk.Ryan.I stepped back into the narrow storage closet at the rear of the trailer, pulling the metal door almost shut."What do you want, Ryan?" I said, keeping my voice low. "If you think you're getting money out of Damien—""I don't care about his money, Ariana," Ryan said. His voice wasn't angry. It was steady and flat, which made my skin crawl."Then why do you have that file?""I want you back," he
I Married My Father’s Creditor Chapter 16
Ariana’s POVThe morning light hitting the bedroom was far too bright.I woke up alone in the massive bed, a lingering, tender ache between my thighs reminding me immediately of the night before. No note. No lingering warmth on the sheets beside me. Just the faint, sharp scent of cedar and expensive cologne on the spare pillow.When I dressed and walked out into the main dining area, Damien was already fully suited, sitting at the head of the dark marble table with a cup of black coffee and an iPad.He didn't look up when my footsteps crossed the hardwood."Good morning," I said, my voice sounding quieter than I wanted."Your draft revisions for the south elevation are on the counter," Damien said. His tone was flat, and completely stripped of the heavy, dark edge from last night. "Bruce will take you to the site at eight. I have a meeting with the investment board at nine o'clock."It was like talking to a pre-recorded automated message.I stood there for a second, a strange,
I Married My Father’s Creditor Chapter 15
Ariana’s POV We had just returned to work after dinner. Damien sat across from me, his suit jacket draped over the back of his chair and his white shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms. I watched the dark veins tracing down his wrist to his hand, his nails clean and neatly trimmed as his fingers held his pen. Every movement he made was measured, precise, and entirely deliberate. I let out a quiet breath. For nearly two hours, he hadn't brought up Soho. He hadn't asked if I was shaken, and he hadn't mentioned Ryan once. He simply worked. Every time his knuckles brushed near mine while reaching for a blueprint, the image of him kneeling on the marble foyer floor—the dangerous CEO lowering himself just to give me back my dignity echoed over and over in my head. Ryan had viewed intimacy as a debt I owed him, a transaction to be extracted. But Damien had placed the entire key to my autonomy in my own hands, standing back in the shadows until I decided whether or not to step into the
I Married My Father’s Creditor Chapter 14
Ariana’s POVMy hands wouldn't stop shaking.Even after Bruce escorted Jade and me into the back of the heavy black SUV and pulled away from the Soho curb, leaving Ryan behind in the dust, the disgust lingering on my skin refused to wash off."You couldn't even give me the bare minimum when we were together..."His words persisted, sharp and poisonous. When my family’s world fell apart, when my mother was drowning in debt and my sister was crying herself to sleep, Ryan hadn't offered a hand. He had demanded my body as payment for his loyalty. And when I refused to let him touch me, he called me frigid and useless, walking out the door without looking back."Ari, look at me," Jade said softly, taking both of my cold hands in hers in the back seat. "That piece of garbage doesn't define you. He’s bitter because he’s a nobody and you're rising.""He looked at me like I was something he owned," I whispered, staring down at my charcoal-stained fingers. "He assessed my outfit and assum
I Married My Father’s Creditor Chapter 13
Ariana’s POVHaving a dream is entirely different from executing a forty-million-dollar reality.By 2:00 AM, my private studio space in the penthouse looked like a battleground. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls reflected the glow of three open laptops, dozens of floor plan blueprints, and towering stacks of corporate design handbooks. My eyes burned from hours of endless reading, and my spine felt permanently locked.I was brilliant at the art—the textures, the light, the soul of a building. But I had never worked inside a multi-billion-dollar corporate empire like Voss Enterprises. I didn't know their internal coding formats, their structural compliance protocols, or their exact house style for executive board presentations.I was drowning in logistics, and the terrifying weight of failing on my very first independent contract was crushing my chest.Exhausted, I slumped back against my chair, picked up my phone, and dialed Jade."Ari? It's past two in the morning," Jade’s groggy vo
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