LOGINHarper
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 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 entire day digging through old records.”“And?”“And somebody altered legal documents after your wife’s death.”My stomach tightened.Damian’s expression turned cold.“Who?”“We don’t know yet.”Mason pointed at the signature.“But whoever did it had access to private Blackwood files.”I looked between them.“What does that mean?”Mason sat down.“It means somebody inside the family has been hiding things for years.”Damian’s jaw clenched.“My father.”“Possibly.”The word hung in the air.Possibly.Not definitely.But it was enough.I watched Damian carefully.The strong billionaire everyone feared suddenly looked exhausted.Like a man carrying too much weight.Mason stood.“I’ll keep investi
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 city lights. Her phone was still in her hand. The picture of her mother and my father had shaken both of us.But right now, I was thinking about something else.My marriage.Our marriage.Fake or not, Harper was my wife.And every day, it felt less fake.“You’ve been staring at that photo for twenty minutes,” I said.She didn’t turn around.“I know.”“You won’t find answers by looking at it.”A small sigh escaped her lips.“I know that too.”I walked closer.The tension between us had changed over the last few weeks.At first, she barely wanted to be in the same room as me.Now she looked for me when something was wrong.I wasn’t sure when that happened.Maybe neither of us noticed.“Come sit
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 could reply, footsteps echoed through the hallway.A second later, Lily appeared wearing pink pajamas and holding her stuffed bear.“Daddy?”Damian immediately softened.“Yes, sweetheart?”Lily rubbed her eyes.“I had a bad dream.”Damian crouched beside her.“Do you want to tell me about it?”She nodded.“Mommy left again.”My heart squeezed.Damian looked devastated for a second.Then Lily’s eyes found me.“Can Harper stay with me?”I froze.Damian glanced at me.Only one word came out of my mouth.“Sure.”Lily smiled.“Really?”“Really.”She ran over and hugged my waist.The gesture was so sudden that I nearly lost my balance.Damian watched silently.Something unreadable flashed in his
HarperThe 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
DamianThe press conference was scheduled for tomorrow. Tonight, we had to look like a couple in love.Harper stood on the balcony in a silk robe, staring at the city lights. She hadn’t spoken much since my mother’s visit. I couldn’t blame her. The Blackwood hatred ran deep, even I was tired of it.I stepped outside and handed her a glass of wine. “You’re angry.”“Observant,” she said dryly.I leaned on the railing beside her. “My mother is… complicated. She’s been pulling strings since my father died. She wants control of the company. Of Lily.”Harper glanced at me. “And you? What do you want, Damian?”The question caught me off guard. No one asked me that anymore.“Peace,” I said quietly. “For my daughter. For myself.” I looked at her. “And maybe, for one night, I wanted to feel alive again. With you.”She swallowed. “That night… I didn’t know who you were.”“Would it have stopped you?”Her silence was answer enough.I reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She didn
HarperThe penthouse was bigger than my entire childhood home. Marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, and silence so heavy it pressed on my chest. I’d moved in two days after signing the agreement. Fake fiancée for now. Wife soon.I stood in the massive closet they’d cleared for me, staring at clothes worth more than I’d ever earned. My real mission felt closer than ever, access to private servers, old contracts, everything. Yet every time I remembered that night with Damian, heat crawled up my neck.He was nothing like I expected. Cold in public, yes. But in quiet moments, when he looked at his daughter Lily, something softer appeared. The little girl was six, shy, and heartbreakingly polite. She’d asked me yesterday if I was going to be her new mommy.I didn’t know how to answer that.The door opened. Damian walked in, loosening his tie. He looked exhausted.“Ethan won’t stop calling,” he said. “He’s threatening to go to the board.”I crossed my arms. “He alwa
DamianI 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 whi
Harper“You really thought showing up here would make you look like you belong, Harper?”Ethan’s voice echoed through the glittering ballroom. I turned slowly, champagne glass cold in my fingers, and met the eyes of the man I once believed I loved. He stood there in his tailored black suit, smirkin







