LOGINDamian
I had not planned on any of this.
The woman standing in my guest house wearing nothing but a sheet looked like she’d seen a ghost. Her green eyes widened, lips parting in shock. Harper Vale. I knew her name now, my security team had already sent it to my phone ten minutes ago.
“You,” she whispered. “You’re… Damian Blackwood.”
I set the coffees down slowly. “And you work in my accounting department. Small world.”
Her face flushed, anger, embarrassment, fear. All of it mixed together. She clutched the sheet tighter. “This is a mistake. Last night…..”
“Was mutual,” I finished quietly. I wasn’t going to let her pretend otherwise. We had both been willing. Desperate, even. I hadn’t felt that kind of fire in years, not since my wife died.
She looked away. “I need to leave.”
“Too late for that.” I picked up my phone and turned the screen toward her. Already trending on social media: blurry paparazzi photos of us leaving the gardens together, her hand in mine. The headlines were vicious.
Blackwood CEO’s Secret Night with Mystery Employee – Is the Ice King Finally Melting?
Another article mentioned custody concerns. My ex-wife’s parents were already circling, looking for any excuse to take Lily from me.
Harper’s face went pale as she scrolled. “This can’t be happening.”
“It is.” I kept my voice steady, the same tone I used in boardrooms when everything was falling apart. “And it’s about to get worse unless we control the narrative.”
She stared at me. “What do you mean?”
I studied her. She was beautiful, sharp, and clearly hiding something. I’d run a quick background check while she slept. Mother’s company ruined by Blackwood dealings. Interesting. But right now, survival mattered more.
“Marry me,” I said.
She laughed, a short, disbelieving sound. “You’re insane.”
“Fake marriage,” I clarified. “Six months. Long enough to kill the scandal, stabilize the company stock, and protect my daughter. In return, you get money, protection, and full access to whatever you’re looking for inside my family.”
Her eyes narrowed. She was smart. She knew I was offering her the keys to the kingdom she clearly wanted to burn down.
“Why would you trust me?” she asked.
“I don’t. But I need this handled quietly. And you… you need something from me too, don’t you, Harper?”
She didn’t answer right away. The silence stretched.
I pulled out a chair for her. “Sit down. Let’s talk like adults. You look ready to run, but we both know that won’t fix the photos out there.”
Harper sat slowly, still holding the sheet close. “How do you know my name? And what makes you think I need anything from you?”
I sat across from her. “My team works fast. Harper Vale, analyst in accounting. Started five months ago. And yes, you need access. I saw the search history on the company server. You’ve been looking for old contracts. Ones tied to your mother.”
She froze. “You spied on me?”
“Not spying. Protecting my company. But now this mess involves both of us.” I leaned forward. “Tell me straight. Why did you really take the job at Blackwood Enterprises?”
She bit her lip, thinking. “That’s none of your business.”
“It is now. After last night, everything changed. The media will dig into your life soon. They’ll find out about your mom, about Ethan. It will look bad for me and my daughter Lily. She’s only six. She already lost her mother. I can’t lose her too.”
Harper’s eyes softened a little. “Lily… I’ve seen her picture in the office. She seems sweet. But why me? You could pick anyone else for this fake plan.”
I shook my head. “Because it’s already out there. The pictures show us together. People will believe it if we say it was love at first sight. A quick romance. No one needs to know the truth. And you get benefits. Money to help your own life. Safety from any backlash. And yes, access to files. I’ll give you what you want if you play along.”
She stared at the phone screen again. “This is crazy. Ethan will lose his mind. He already hates me. And your family… they destroy people like me.”
I sighed. “My family destroys everyone, even me sometimes. I’m tired of the games too. My mother pulls strings. The board watches my every move. This fake marriage buys me time. Six months. After that, we part ways quietly. No one gets hurt if we do it right.”
Harper stood up, pacing a bit while holding the sheet. “What if I say no? Walk out right now?”
“Then the scandal grows. Stock drops. My custody battle gets ugly. And you? You lose your job and any chance at those secrets you want. We both lose. Or we help each other.”
She stopped pacing. “Help each other? You sound so calm about this. Like it’s just another deal.”
“It is a deal,” I said. “But last night wasn’t. Last night felt real. You can’t deny that spark. I haven’t felt close to anyone in years. You made me forget the weight I carry.”
Her cheeks turned pink. “Don’t say that. It was a mistake. I didn’t know who you were. If I had…”
“If you had, would you have stopped?” I asked quietly. “Be honest, Harper. For one minute.”
She looked down. “I don’t know. The way you talked… it felt safe. Different from the others at the party. You listened. You didn’t push. But now? This is too much.”
I stood and walked closer. “I get it. You hate my family. You have reasons. But I’m not the monster in your head. I’ve made mistakes, yes. Business is ruthless. But I protect what’s mine. Lily is mine. And right now, this plan protects her.”
Harper met my eyes. “If we do this, no real feelings. No touching unless it’s for show. And I want everything in writing. Lawyers. Contracts. Ironclad, like I said.”
I nodded. “Agreed. You’re smart to ask. I’ll have my lawyer draw it up today. You get a monthly allowance. Access to private records under my watch. In return, you attend events with me. Smile for cameras. Act like a wife in public.”
She crossed her arms. “And in private? We stay strangers.”
“Strangers who share a roof,” I replied. “For Lily’s sake, try to be kind to her. She needs stability.”
Harper thought for a long moment. “Okay. But if you trick me, I’ll find a way to end it. I’m not weak.”
“I believe that,” I said with a small nod. “You held your own with Ethan last night. That takes strength.”
We talked about more details. She asked about living arrangements. I explained the penthouse. She wanted rules about Ethan. I promised to handle my son. The conversation went back and forth until the morning sun rose higher. By the end, we both knew this was the only way out.
Finally, she lifted her chin. “If I say yes, I want it in writing. Ironclad.”
I almost smiled. “Smart girl.”
We were signing the devil’s contract before noon. But as she left to gather her things, my phone rang again. My son Ethan.
“Dad,” he said, voice tight with fury. “What the hell did you do with my ex-girlfriend?”
Chapter 45HarperThe morning started slow, the way most mornings did now that Grace had finally settled into something resembling a predictable sleep schedule. I woke before my alarm, sunlight filtering thin and gray through the curtains, the house still quiet except for the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs and the occasional creak of old wood settling.I lay there for a while, not moving, simply listening. Damian’s breathing beside me, slow and even. The distant chirp of birds just beginning to wake outside the window. A stillness I’d learned to appreciate more than I ever had before Grace, before Lily, before any of this.Eventually Damian stirred, one arm tightening slightly around my waist before his eyes opened.“You’re awake,” he murmured, voice still thick with sleep.“Have been for a while.”“Thinking?”“Just listening. It’s quiet.”“Suspiciously quiet,” he said, propping himself up slightly. “Which usually means one of two things. Either they’re both still asleep, or
Chapter 44HarperGrace’s first birthday arrived on a warm Saturday in early summer, the same season that had once carried us through an island vacation neither of us had expected to change everything.“One year,” I said, watching Damian assemble a highchair decorated with far too many balloons for a child who wouldn’t remember any of it. “It feels impossible.”“It feels exactly right,” he said. “Every single day of it.”Lily had appointed herself party coordinator months in advance, insisting on a theme that combined, somehow, both unicorns and outer space, a combination that had become something of a family joke over the past year.“She’s one,” Lily explained patiently to anyone who questioned the theme’s logic. “She can like whatever she wants.”“She’s one,” I pointed out. “She doesn’t actually have opinions about party themes yet.”“She will. And when she does, she’ll thank me.”Nobody argued further. Some battles, we’d learned, weren’t worth fighting against an eight-year-old’s u
Chapter 43HarperGrace slept in fifteen-minute increments those first few weeks, a pattern that left both Damian and me perpetually exhausted, stumbling through hallways at odd hours, trading shifts with the quiet efficiency of two people determined to survive new parenthood together rather than separately.“Your turn,” I mumbled at three in the morning, nudging Damian awake as Grace’s cries drifted through the baby monitor.“Already up,” he said, though his voice carried the particular roughness of someone who’d barely slept in days.I watched him disappear down the hallway, listening to his low, steady voice through the monitor as he settled Grace back to sleep, murmuring something too quiet to make out clearly. Six months ago, I might not have believed this version of Damian existed — the cold, controlled billionaire reduced entirely to soft murmurs and gentle rocking at three in the morning, entirely devoted to a tiny, demanding person who couldn’t yet understand any of it.He re
Chapter 42HarperThe contractions started at two in the morning, quiet and manageable at first, easy enough to mistake for the same false alarms we’d grown accustomed to over the past few weeks.I lay still for a long while, counting the space between them, watching Damian sleep peacefully beside me, reluctant to wake him over something that might amount to nothing again.By three, the pattern had grown too consistent to ignore.“Damian.”He stirred slightly, not fully waking.“Damian.” I shook his shoulder gently, another contraction tightening across my stomach as I spoke. “I think this might be it.”He was awake instantly, years of careful business instinct apparently translating well to sudden crisis. “How far apart?”“Six minutes. Maybe seven.”“That’s early. We have time.”“I know.” I breathed through another tightening wave, slower and steadier than the panic I might have expected myself to feel. “I just wanted you to know.”Damian sat up fully, reaching for my hand, something
Chapter 41HarperThird trimester arrived with swollen ankles, an inability to see my own feet, and a level of exhaustion I hadn’t fully anticipated despite months of preparation.“You should be resting,” Damian said, finding me attempting to reorganize the nursery closet for the third time that week.“I’m nesting.”“You’re supposed to nest sitting down.”“That’s not how nesting works.”He gently pried the folded onesies from my hands, guiding me toward the small armchair we’d added specifically for this purpose. “Sit. Direct. I’ll organize.”“You don’t know how to organize a nursery closet.”“I run a multi-billion dollar company, Harper. I think I can manage folded baby clothes.”I laughed, settling into the chair despite my protests, watching him attempt to categorize tiny socks with the same serious focus he brought to boardroom negotiations. Something about the sight, absurd and tender all at once, made my chest ache with affection.“You’re doing it wrong,” I said eventually, watc
Chapter 40HarperSecond trimester brought energy back in full force, along with an appetite Damian found endlessly amusing.“You ate an entire jar of pickles yesterday,” he said, watching me reach for another snack from the pantry. “An entire jar, Harper.”“The baby wanted pickles.”“The baby’s the size of an avocado. I looked it up.”“An avocado with excellent taste in snacks, apparently.”He laughed, pulling me close despite my mouth still full of crackers. “I love you. Pickle obsession and all.”“Good. Because this obsession isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.”We’d settled into a comfortable rhythm since the pregnancy announcement, ordinary domestic routine punctuated by doctor’s appointments and Lily’s increasingly elaborate nursery demands. She’d apparently abandoned the unicorn theme in favor of something she called “space unicorns,” which involved considerably more glitter than either Damian or I felt equipped to handle.“She’s very committed to this vision,” I told my mother
Chapter 9DamianThe room felt frozen.Harper stared at me while Lily stood nearby holding her stuffed bear.Neither of them spoke. Neither did I.My eyes remained fixed on the file displayed on my phone.EVELYN VALE — CONFIDENTIAL DNA REPORT.Harper finally found her voice.“What does that mean?”
Chapter 8HarperThe room went completely silent.I stared at the document in Damian’s hand while Mason stood beside the table.Nobody spoke. Nobody moved.The marriage certificate felt heavier than it should.Finally, Damian looked up.“What exactly am I looking at?”Mason exhaled.“I spent the en
Here’s Chapter 7, focusing mainly on Harper and Damian’s marriage, with a balance of dialogue and description, simple billionaire-romance style, and ending on a cliffhanger.Chapter 7DamianThe penthouse felt unusually quiet after the news broadcast.Harper stood near the window, staring at the ci
HarperI stared at Damian after he ended the call.“You really told him that?”Damian slipped his phone into his pocket.“Told him what?”“That I’m your wife.”His eyes locked on mine.“You are my wife.”“Fake wife.”“Not to the rest of the world.”I hated how much that answer affected me.Before I







