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this is a story about a young architect that wanted to build her dad's company but in the process have to marry but not by love. however life has its own plans.
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The night that changed everything
(Aria’s POV)
The chandeliers glittered like frozen constellations above my head, each crystal reflecting light and luxury in a way that mocked the trembling in my hands. I didn’t belong here—every breath I took reminded me of that. The Hale Foundation Gala was the kind of event where deals were signed with smiles and fortunes exchanged over champagne. I was just an architect with a dying company and a borrowed dress that cost more than my monthly rent. “Relax,” Lena whispered beside me, her perfectly painted lips barely moving. “You’re not crashing a wedding. You’re here to save your firm.” Her words should’ve calmed me. They didn’t. My father’s firm—Collins Design—had been my home, my identity, my legacy. Until debt, scandal, and bad luck took it all apart. The Hale Corporation’s new real estate expansion was our last hope. If I could just talk to Damon Hale, convince him to give us a design contract… maybe we’d survive. But how do you talk to a man like him? Damon Hale. The billionaire no one really knew. Half the business world called him a genius, the other half called him a machine. I’d seen photos—tall, lean, always in black, his expression unreadable. A man who seemed allergic to warmth. I scanned the glittering crowd. Politicians. Celebrities. Investors. And somewhere among them—him. Lena nudged my elbow. “There. By the stage.” I followed her gaze—and froze. He stood under the low amber light, surrounded by power like it was his natural element. Damon Hale looked like sin carved into human form—black tuxedo, sharp jawline, eyes the color of a storm trapped in glass. He wasn’t talking; people talked to him. And he listened with that unnerving stillness, like he was always a few steps ahead. My throat tightened. What was I even doing here? Before I could lose my nerve, Lena handed me a flute of champagne. “You’re going to walk over there, smile, and introduce yourself like you belong here.” “I don’t belong here,” I muttered. She smirked. “Then fake it. Everyone else is.” Her words lit a small spark of courage. I squared my shoulders and walked toward him, my heels clicking on marble, the crowd’s laughter fading behind me. He noticed me before I even reached him. His gaze flicked up—steady, assessing, a single raised brow that nearly stopped me in place. “Mr. Hale,” I managed, extending a hand I hoped wasn’t shaking. “Aria Collins. I—uh—I wanted to speak with you about a potential project.” His eyes swept over me, not in the usual male way, but as if he was reading my entire story in one glance. “Collins Design,” he said, voice smooth, low, unhurried. “Your firm was involved in the Cresswell collapse two years ago.” I flinched. “We were cleared of fault. The subcontractors—” “I know,” he cut in. “But reputation doesn’t rebuild as quickly as steel.” Heat crawled up my neck. He was right. And cruelly calm about it. “I’m not asking for sympathy, Mr. Hale,” I said quietly. “Just a chance.” For a second, his expression flickered. Curiosity? Amusement? I couldn’t tell. Then someone called his name, and the moment broke. He turned slightly, as if to excuse himself, but I blurted— “Your next project. The new Hale Tower. I’ve seen the preliminary designs. You could do better.” The air shifted. Conversations around us dimmed, though I wasn’t sure if it was real or just my pounding pulse. Damon looked back at me—really looked this time. “Better?” he repeated. “Yes,” I said, finding my courage somewhere between fear and pride. “Bolder. More human. You’re building the future, Mr. Hale, but it shouldn’t look like a fortress.” Silence stretched between us. His lips twitched—the ghost of a smirk. “Interesting,” he murmured, taking a slow sip of his drink. “You’re either brave or foolish, Miss Collins.” “Maybe both.” Something like amusement sparked in his eyes. Then, before I could say more, a commotion rippled near the stage. Cameras flashed. Someone bumped my shoulder hard, spilling champagne across my borrowed dress—and right onto Damon Hale. “Oh my God,” I gasped, grabbing a napkin. “I’m so sorry—” He caught my wrist mid-motion, his touch cool and controlled. “Don’t.” The photographers turned instantly—snapping, shouting. From a distance, it probably looked like something far more intimate than it was: my hand in his, our faces inches apart, his gaze locked on mine. And in that instant, I knew. The picture would go everywhere. The billionaire and the unknown woman—caught under the chandeliers, dripping champagne and scandal. Damon’s expression hardened as realization dawned. He released my wrist slowly, his voice low enough that only I could hear: “You’ve just made things very complicated, Miss Collins.” “I didn’t—” “Too late,” he said, eyes glinting with dark calculation. “You’d better be ready for what comes next.” I didn’t know then that “next” meant waking up to headlines calling me the billionaire’s secret wife. Or that within twenty-four hours, Damon Hale would ask me to sign a marriage contract. And that I’d say yes. Latest chapter
Married by mistake, loved by fire When trust burns
DamonThe city never really sleeps, but tonight it feels like it’s holding its breath.From my office window, the skyline blurs into streaks of white and gold, the rain turning glass into a mirror. I stare into it, but I can’t recognize the man looking back at me.There’s an untouched cup of coffee on my desk. It’s gone cold, like everything else between us.I’ve been replaying Aria’s face in my head since the moment I walked out that door — the way her voice broke when she said my name, the disbelief in her eyes. I told myself space would help. That I just needed time to think. But all it’s done is give me silence loud enough to make me hate myself.The office is empty except for the hum of the servers in the next room. My phone sits beside me, dark and heavy, waiting for a message that will never come.I should go home. I should try to fix this.Instead, I open my laptop again.The security logs are still up — I’ve
Last Updated : 2025-10-26Married by mistake, loved by fire The message
DamonThe office hums with the quiet, expensive stillness of power — the kind that comes with success, but never peace. The glass walls around me reflect a man who looks whole on the outside but feels like cracked porcelain within.It’s been months since Aria and I came home. We’ve been trying — or at least pretending to. The world sees our reunion as some fairytale comeback. They don’t see the silence that follows our arguments, the way we sleep on opposite edges of the bed, or how her eyes sometimes drift toward the window when she thinks I’m not watching, as if freedom might still exist out there.The phone buzzes once. Then again.Cassandra.The name alone is enough to set my jaw. I hadn’t heard from her since she’d been forced out of the company last year — my business partner, my mistake, my ghost. She was brilliant and manipulative in equal measure, a woman who could make ambition sound like love.I stare at the screen for t
Last Updated : 2025-10-26Married by mistake, loved by fire When silence feels safe
(Aria’s POV)Morning light slipped between the tall glass panes, flooding the living room with pale gold. It was the kind of light that belonged to freedom — the sort that might have once felt like a promise. Now it only burned against the inside of Aria’s eyelids when she tried to sleep.She had been here for almost a week. The apartment Cassandra arranged for her sat high above the city, built of marble, glass, and silence. The kind of place that seemed too expensive to breathe in. She hadn’t chosen it, but Cassandra’s voice over the phone had been so soft, so assuring — “You need somewhere quiet, Aria. Somewhere safe. Just until things calm down.”At first, Aria believed her. Or she wanted to.She’d wanted to believe that running had been the right choice. That the sight of Damon’s eyes when she walked away — that flash of shock and something like disbelief — didn’t mean she’d made the worst mistake of her life.The thought cam
Last Updated : 2025-10-26Married by mistake, loved by fire The empty house
(Damon’s POV)The first thing I noticed was the silence.Not the comfortable kind that used to settle between us after long days, when the only sound was the whisper of her breath beside me. This was a heavier quiet—hollow, absolute, the kind that told me something had been taken and the air hadn’t decided what to do without it yet.“Aria?”My voice disappeared into the hallway. No answer.Her book still lay on the coffee table, the spine bent where she’d marked her page. A faint ring from her mug circled the wood—something she always scolded herself for leaving. I touched it, ridiculous as it was, because I needed proof that she’d actually been here.I checked the kitchen next. The light above the sink glowed faintly, a single lamp left on the way she always did when she expected me home late. Except tonight, the light felt like a question.Her shoes weren’t by the door.A tremor started low in my chest and rose until it fil
Last Updated : 2025-10-26
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