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Damon walked into the house with his bride behind him. He wouldn’t have cared so little about her had his father nor pre warned him to ensure to make her happy and not allow even as little as a tear drop leave her eyes.

Damon laughed at himself a little. This was him, a wealthy and famous man, being married to a woman he resented. Oh, how he wished she was his Kylie.

His pupils dilated as thoughts of Kylie filled his head. He turned to stare at the petite woman who followed him like a sheep led to the slaughter. She didn’t even care what was awaiting her in the marriage, all she cared about was her stupid obsession for him. Then a thought came into his head, what if this was Kylie? What if this wasn’t Riya, the annoying woman who was obsessively infatuated with him, but the woman of his heart instead?

It didn’t take much of the thoughts for his eyes to begin to conjure up such thoughts about Riya. In his eyes, he could see her no more. Rather he could only see a woman he loved enough