LOGINOlivia. I arrived at the location Maya sent me a few minutes ago. It was a small cafe close to Central Park. It looked like the kind of place students probably liked to visit for last-minute coffee before class. I walked in and was greeted by an elderly woman, probably in her 60s. She gave me a warm smile that oddly enough, made me feel comfortable despite the crowded cafe. “Welcome my dear”. She said with a smile. I smiled back at her as I made my way further inside the crowded cafe. The place was packed with People on phone calls, students on their laptops, and friend groups laughing and chatting over their drinks. It had the familiar, slightly chaotic feel of a typical New York café.My eyes scanned the room, searching for Maya. I finally spotted her at a table in the corner, close to the glass window. She was sipping what looked like matcha. I'd never understood her obsession with something that tasted like grass. I took a deep breath and approached her, and as if sensing m
Olivia. “What do you mean you’re in New York?” I asked, genuinely confused.“Olivia, just meet me at the location in an hour,” Maya said.Before I could ask another question, the call disconnected.I stared at my phone.Seriously?I called her back, but she didn’t answer.Oh, she was definitely angry.I let out a long sigh and dropped my phone onto the bed. Out of all the things I had to deal with right now, having my best friend interrogate me about my secret marriage was not exactly how I’d planned to spend my morning.But I couldn’t blame her. If our positions were reversed, I’d probably be demanding answers too.I tugged at the hem of my nightgown, wondering whether I should tell Damian about Maya. The contract clearly stated that I wasn’t allowed to discuss our arrangement with anyone.Would he make an exception just this once?The bathroom door opened, revealing Damian, fully dressed in black trousers and a white button-up shirt with the first two buttons undone. His hair was s
Olivia. Warmth.That was what woke me up.I could feel the steady rise and fall of a chest behind me, an arm resting around my waist, and the familiar scent of Damian’s cologne. It took me a few seconds to remember where I was.My husband’s bed.Well, my fake husband’s bed.I’d slept peacefully last night, but apparently, that peace came with a price.A very expensive, annoying, and handsome price.How the hell had I gotten this close to him?I clearly remembered putting two pillows between us last night and warning him not to cross the line. Yet here I was, practically glued to his side. It seemed I was the one who had crossed it.Just great.I felt him shift behind me, and a moment later, his face twitched.He was waking up.I immediately shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep. He let out a low groan, and I resisted the urge to peek.Good. He was awake.I’d give him a few minutes, then pretend I was just waking up too. That way, I could accuse him of crossing the line between us.
Olivia. Tonight had been a lot. More than I had expected. From the moment Damian introduced me as his wife, it felt like every pair of eyes in that room had turned towards me. The cameras. The reporters. The endless conversations with people whose names I would probably forget by tomorrow. Everyone wanted to know who I was, how Damian and I met, how long we’d been together, and so much more..And I had smiled through all of it. By the time we left, my cheeks actually hurt from smiling. But strangely, I kept thinking about something else, not the cameras, reporters, or even Nate and Lisa. It was Damian. Tonight I’d seen a side of him I’d never seen before. I’d always wondered how someone could be described as cold and successful at the same time. I finally understood why tonight. Damian wasn’t warm or particularly friendly. I wondered if he even had any friends. But when it came to those children, something about him changed. He’d donated twenty million without hesitatio
Damian's pov. I stood there and watched her walk away with my grandfatherShe had always been good at talking to people. That was one of the reasons her business did so well.But I couldn't help noticing how nervous she looked as she walked away with him. I turned around to attend to some of the guests when Nate marched towards me, looking furious. I couldn’t help but smile. “We need to talk”. He said, his hands curled into fists “We have nothing to talk about, little brother”. His expression hardened. “We sure as hell have things to talk about. Come with me. I don’t want to make a scene”. He turned around and started walking. I followed behind. He led me outside, and the moment we stepped out of the building, he turned around and threw a punch at me. I expected this. I caught his fist before it could connect to my face. I looked down at his clenched fist in my hand, then slowly looked back at him. He was breathing heavily, and his face twisted with anger. “Are you finish
Olivia. Flash Flash Flash. Cameras were everywhere, almost blinding me. Damian took my hand as we stepped off the podium. My heart raced, and I could feel all the eyes in the room on me. I looked around and met Nate’s gaze, his jaw was clenched, and he looked like he was ready to explode at any moment. Lisa, on the other hand, looked completely shocked. And god was I satisfied by the look on her face. Damian led me towards the front row of the exhibition, where an older man stood, staring directly at us. “Who is that?”. I whispered to Damian “That’s my grandfather”. He glanced at me. “His been dying to meet you”. Dying to meet me?, Why was he dying to meet me?. As we got closer to his grandfather, a small smile appeared on his lips. “Finally”. He said, his eyes lighting up as he looked at me. “I was beginning to think you were hiding her from me”. This wasn’t the first time I had met their grandfather. I had seen him at family gatherings when Nate used to take me with h







