ANMELDENHarper
The fake marriage ceremony was small and private, just enough for the media circus. I wore a simple white dress. Damian looked devastating in his suit. Lily, Damian’s daughter held my hand during the short vows, her small fingers trusting.
I felt like the worst person alive.
Afterward, at the private dinner, Damian was quiet.. Something had shifted since last night. He watched me like he was trying to solve a puzzle.
We returned to the penthouse. Lily had fallen asleep in the car, carried off by her nanny. The moment the door closed, Damian poured two drinks.
“We need to talk,” he said.
My stomach tightened. “About what?”
He set a folder on the table. My mother’s name was on them. “These are the files you’ve been looking for. I had them pulled.”
I reached for them, but he held them back.
“First, tell me the truth, Harper. Did you come here to destroy me?”
The air went still. I thought of my mother’s tear-stained face, her final words: They killed me slowly, baby. Don’t let them do it to you.
“I came for justice,” I said carefully.
Damian’s eyes were unreadable. “Justice… or revenge?”
He slid the folder toward me. On top was a police report I’d never seen. My mother’s death, ruled suicide. But there were notes in the margin.
Possible foul play. Blackwood connection suspected.
My hands shook.
Damian stepped closer. “I didn’t know. But someone in my family did. And now they’re using you against me.”
I looked up at him, tears burning. “What are you saying?”
His voice dropped, rough and intense. “I’m saying we might be on the same side, Harper. But if you’re lying to me, if this is still just about destroying the Blackwoods, then tell me now.”
He cupped my face, forcing me to meet his eyes.
“Because I’m starting to care about you. And I don’t know if I can survive another betrayal.”
My heart pounded. The truth sat on my tongue, heavy and terrifying.
I opened my mouth to answer.
“Damian, I….”
But I stopped. The words would not come out easy. I pulled back from his hand gently and looked down at the folder again.
Damian waited. He poured more drink into his glass and sat on the couch. “Go on. Say it. I saw how you looked at Lily today during the ceremony. You held her hand like you really cared. Was that part of the act too?”
I sat down across from him. My voice came out soft. “No. Lily is sweet. She whispered to me during the vows that she was happy I was there. She said I looked pretty like a princess. How can I not feel bad? She thinks this marriage is real. She does not know it is all for show.”
He nodded slowly. “She has been through enough. After her mother died, she stopped smiling for a long time. Today at dinner she asked if we could all watch a movie together tomorrow. What did you tell her?”
“I told her yes,” I said. “I could not say no to her big eyes. But Damian, this is getting complicated. At the dinner after the ceremony, you were so quiet. I thought maybe you changed your mind about everything.”
Damian took a sip and looked at me. “I was thinking. Last night after we… Well, after we were together, I got that message. It made me wonder about you. About us. I pulled these files for you because I want honesty now. No more secrets. Tell me about the letter they mentioned. Do you know what it is?”
I shook my head. “What letter? I have looked for information about my mom for years. She always said the Blackwoods took her company in a bad deal. She lost money, friends, everything. She told me they did not care who they hurt. But a letter? I do not know about that.”
He leaned forward. “Someone in my family knows more. The note in the police report talks about possible foul play. It was not just business. Maybe someone made it look like suicide. If that is true, I want to find out too. But I need to know your real plan. Did you take the job at my company to spy? To bring us all down?”
I felt tears in my eyes. “At first, yes. I wanted revenge. My mom spent her last years sick and broken because of what happened. She made me promise to find the truth. I thought all Blackwoods were the same. Cold and cruel. But then I met you in the garden. You were kind that night. You listened to me. And Lily… she is not like the others.”
Damian’s face softened. “I am tired of the family games too. My mother wants power. Ethan wants to prove himself. They fight me on everything. This fake marriage was supposed to fix the scandal and protect Lily. But now it feels like more. When you stood up to my mother, I saw strength in you. Real strength. Not everyone can do that.”
I wiped my eyes. “She scared me. She said I would end up like my mom. Broken and gone. Do you think she knows the truth about what happened back then?”
“Maybe,” he replied. “She knows many secrets. But I am not her. I lost my wife and I know pain. I do not want more pain for Lily or for you. Harper, look at me. If we work together, we can find the real story. The files are yours now. Read them. But tell me, is there any part of you that wants this to be real? Even a small part?”
I held the folder tight. “I do not know. When we kissed on the balcony, it felt real. When Lily held my hand today, it felt real. But I am scared. What if I trust you and you hurt me like they hurt my mom? What if this is another Blackwood trick?”
Damian stood up and came to sit beside me. “It is not a trick. I am starting to care, like I said. I see how hard you try with Lily. She laughed when you fixed her hair before the ceremony. She told the nanny you were nice. That means a lot. I have not seen her this open with anyone since her mom.”
I looked at him. “She asked me if I would be her mommy for real. I told her we would take it one day at a time. But inside I felt terrible. I am lying to a little girl. And now these files… they change things. If someone in your family really did something bad to my mom, then maybe we do have the same enemy.”
He touched my hand. “Yes. We might. But no more hiding. Tomorrow after the press conference, we look at everything together. No secrets. Can you promise me that?”
I nodded slowly. “I can try. But Damian, if I find out your family really caused her death, I do not know if I can stay. Even for Lily.”
“I understand,” he said quietly. “But give us a chance first. Last night when you slept in my arms, I felt peace for the first time in years. Do not take that away yet.”
But the truth still sat heavy in my chest. I opened my mouth to answer.
“Damian, I….”
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







