เข้าสู่ระบบ9My gaze remained glued to his designer tie, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs as I fought the urge to look up into his face. "W-what?""I want you, Arabella Morgan," Damian said, his voice dropping to a low, unyielding promise that resonated in the quiet room. "I want you as my woman."My composure finally cracked. Hearing those words spoken with such bold, unrestrained confidence sent a wave of shock through me. For a long, suffocating moment, I couldn't breathe, let alone form a coherent reply.I had spent three years knowing Damian Sterling as a distant, intimidating patriarch—a cold, domineering force who commanded every room he entered. I had never imagined him looking at me like this, stripped of all restraint."Is this how Mr. Sterling approaches every woman?" I rasped, trying to shield my rising panic behind a layer of skepticism."You're the only woman I've ever approached like this," he answered without hesitation.I swallowed hard, my throat parched. Desperate to
8 "Please, continue," Ethan said, taking a step back from the threshold, though he paused almost immediately. "Um, Dad, why did you suddenly decide to work out of this office today? I thought you didn't want to draw attention to the fact that this venture is under the Sterlings.""Do you have a problem with where I choose to work?" Damian asked, his deep voice rumbling directly above my head."Of course not, Dad," Ethan replied quickly, though a slight smirk lingered in his tone. "I just didn't expect you to be hiding a ‘beauty’ in your office. She must be a wild one—unlike that boring Arabella. She doesn't evoke a single feeling in me anymore."A cold thrill shot down my spine.Damian lowered his head until his lips were near my ear… "He says you're boring," he whispered, his voice low so that only I could hear as his lips brushed the shell of my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "Do you think we should give him a live demonstration?"I stiffened in his arms, my heart hammering v
I stared into Damian's knowing eyes, and every ounce of the excitement that had filled my chest just seconds ago evaporated into thin air. Suddenly, the pieces connected in my mind like puzzle pieces coming together. The two women in the coffee shop who had positioned themselves just close enough for me to hear their conversation. The way Mr. Ross had glanced at my sketches and signed the contract without a second thought. That brief call before the signing. Everything had unfolded so effortlessly that I had actually allowed myself to believe it was based on my own merit. It wasn't that I doubted my talent, but... ‘Wasn't this considered a calculated handout?’ ‘Wasn't this charity?’ "Why?" I rasped, my throat suddenly going dry. "Why did you buy them? Do you even have a use for these designs?""Arabella—" Damian began, his voice low and measured."Is this your way of giving me charity?" I interrupted, my pride flaring up despite my desperation. "Gods, Arabella, no!" Damian st
The morning heat beat down on the pavement as I walked out of my fifth jewelry house of the day, my feet aching and my arms heavy from clutching my leather portfolio.Every single door had closed in my face.Without a recognized brand or a prominent backer, the luxury brand managers barely glanced at my sketches. One boutique owner in the fashion district, one of Ethan's associates, had offered me a meager two thousand dollars for the entire collection—an insulting sum that wouldn't cover even a fraction of a single ICU dose for my mother.She hadn't even bothered to hide her contempt. Somehow, I felt that offer came from Ethan.By two in the afternoon, exhaustion settled deep into my bones. I slumped into a chair at a small corner cafe near the commercial district, ordering a cheap black coffee just to earn a few minutes of air conditioning.I set the black portfolio on the table and pulled out my phone, staring at the growing list of missed calls from the hospital billing department
5An hour later... Ethan's study.I stared at the black-and-white text printed on the papers before me, a suffocating coldness spreading through my veins.I lifted my gaze, staring across the heavy mahogany desk at Ethan with utter disbelief."I cheated? I'm an addict who has repeatedly refused rehab?" I whispered, my voice trembling with disgust."You just have to confirm those statements to the press, and I'll wire $100,000 to your account immediately," Ethan replied casually, leaning back in his leather chair. "Don't tell me you don't want to save your mother?""Why on earth would I agree to destroy my own life?" I hissed, clutching the edge of the desk. "Do you take me for a complete fool? After three years of marriage, this is how you repay me? By dragging my name through the mud just to pave a clean path for “her”?""Oh, don't be so dramatic," Ethan scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. "I'm paying you to put on a show for the public. In a few weeks, I'll release another PR dis
4The ride to Premier Care Hospital passed in a blur. All I could think of was my mother.'Why had she relapsed so suddenly? Was she going to make it? Should I call my father? Would he even care?’My thoughts were in such complete disarray that I didn't even realize we had pulled up to the hospital entrance.I was so consumed by panic that I didn't notice Damian getting out until my side of the door swung open.He leaned into the vehicle, his broad frame blocking out the streetlights as he reached across me to unbuckle my seatbelt."Mr. Sterling—""Damian," he corrected softly, his dark eyes locking onto mine as he unlatched the belt. "Call me Damian."I didn't answer. The moment the buckle released, I stepped out of the car, deliberately avoiding his outstretched hand."Thank you for the ride, Mr. Sterling, but I'll take it from here," I said, stepping back when I realized he intended to walk me inside. "You don't need to come with me.""Arabella—""Thank you. But I'm fine... really.
***Wedding day*** The door bursts open with a hard shove, slamming against the wall with a loud thud that makes everyone in the room turn. Aria turns in her seat; her stylist pauses in her actions, a powder brush in hand. Cara lets out a gasp that sounds like a scolding waiting to happen.Kayden
1st class hospital, “Sir, our men have searched all the places Miss Catherine frequents, but it's like she has disappeared from Manhattan. I think someone powerful is helping her,” James reported to Jayden. “Fools, all of you are fools!” He growled. “How could you let a little woman like her get
When Chloe came to check on Aria again in the late afternoon, she found her in an even worse state than she had found her in the morning. She looked like she had lost her soul, as if she were just a mere shadow of herself. When Chloe called her name, there was no recognition in her eyes—just a dis
"Would you stop interrupting me when I speak?" Kayden growled, causing Aria to flinch at his harsh voice, but despite her fear of this new side of her husband, she was determined to get to him.Fueled with determination to win back her husband, Aria hugged him tighter, putting all the seductive ski







