“One night. One mistake and now… I’m pregnant with his child.” Lena thought she had hit rock bottom, betrayed by the man she loved, abandoned, and declared infertile. But after one unexpected night with Damian Blackwell, the cold, ruthless billionaire CEO everything changes. When she finds out she’s pregnant, she gathers the courage to tell him… only to be humiliated and thrown out of his office like a liar. But fate has other plans. With a company empire on the line and a will that demands marriage, Damian makes her an offer she can’t refuse: marry him for one year and secure their child’s future... and his legacy. Cold, controlling, and dangerously handsome, Damian is the devil in a designer suit. But behind his cruel words lies a man haunted by secrets and slowly, Lena starts to see cracks in his icy armor. Can love grow in a marriage built on lies? Or will the truth destroy them both before the year is up?
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I sat at the edge of the massive dining table, surrounded by strangers in fancy clothes, pretending to smile like I belonged. My hands were clenched in my lap, nails digging into my palm.
I didn’t belong here anymore.
Adrian, my husband, stood a few feet away, holding a champagne glass and laughing at something a tall woman in red just whispered to him. She was Maya, Adrian’s ex and she also bullied me in highschool.
She touched his arm.
He didn’t pull away.
My stomach twisted.
They looked good together, he was in his black suit, while she was in a tight dress that showed off her curves and the slight bump in her belly.
She was pregnant and I wasn’t.
That truth burned more than anything else in the room.
This was supposed to be Adrian’s celebration party. The board had finally named him CEO of his father’s company. He was the golden boy now. Powerful, admired and wanted by all women.
And I was invisible.
A soft clink echoed through the room as someone tapped their glass.
Adrian stepped forward. “Thank you all for being here. I feel honored to lead the Huntley Corporation into the future.”
Cheers filled the air. He waited for them to settle, then smiled again but bigger this time.
“But I have one more announcement,” he said. “Something even more important to me than this new title.”
He reached out his hand.
The woman in red walked up to him, smiling wide.
“This is Maya,” Adrian said. “And she’s carrying my child.”
The room went silent. Then gasps followed with soft claps. A few shocked faces turned to look at me.
I didn’t move.
I couldn’t.
My heart had stopped beating the moment he said her name.
Adrian glanced at me, just a flicker of a look and then turned back to Maya.
“We’re starting a family,” he said. “And I’m finally going to be a father.”
A soft murmur went around the room. Congratulations and a louder clap this time.
I wanted to scream.
Instead, I stood up, legs shaking under me. I tried to walk away calmly, but my heels wobbled on the marble floor.
He didn’t even tell me in private.
He humiliated me in front of everyone.
After everything I did for him.
After all the times I stayed up late helping him prep for meetings. After the nights I cried in the bathroom over another failed pregnancy test. After the surgeries, he treatments and the blames.
He replaced me.
Just like that.
Outside, the air was cold against my skin. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying not to cry. But the tears came anyway.
I blinked up at the stars. They were bright, quiet, far away from this mess.
And just like that, the memory hit me.
That day in the bathroom.
The test.
Just one pink line.
Another month of failure.
I had stood there frozen, staring at it like maybe it would change if I waited long enough.
Then the door burst open. Adrian.
“What is this?” he snapped, grabbing the test from my hand.
I couldn’t speak.
His face twisted with anger. “Again? Negative again? Lena, how many times are you going to disappoint me?”
“I’m trying,” I whispered. “I’m doing everything I can.”
“Trying isn't enough!” he shouted. “Do you know how this makes me look? I’m a Huntley, and I can’t even get an heir because my wife is broken!”
His words cut deeper than any slap.
Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall, not in front of him.
“I didn’t ask for this,” I said quietly.
“No, but you signed up for it. You think love is enough in this world? I need a son, Lena. A future, a legacy and you’ve given me nothing!”
He threw the test strip on the floor and stormed out.
I had dropped to my knees, staring at the shattered plastic, wondering when it had all gone so wrong.
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A tear rolled down my cheek now as I stood in the garden, arms wrapped around myself. That memory still echoed louder than the party inside.
That moment told me everything I needed to know.
Adrian didn’t love me not anymore.
He wanted something I couldn’t give him.
And now he had found someone who could.
“Aw, still crying?” a familiar voice said behind me.
I turned.
Maya stood in the doorway, arms crossed, a cruel smile on her face.
“I always knew you weren’t good enough for him,” she said. “He needs a real woman, one who can give him what he wants.”
“I’m still his wife,” I said, my voice barely holding.
“For now,” she replied. “But not for long. Trust me.”
I looked at her. She had everything I didn’t. Confidence, a child on the way and now, Adrian’s heart.
She stepped closer and whispered, “You lost, Lena. Just accept it"
Then she walked back into the party, leaving me alone in the dark.
And for the first time, I finally realized, I was truly alone.
Lena’s POVI was in the living room when someone knocked on the door, it was one of Damian’s guards.“Mrs. Blackwell,” he said, his tone calm but serious. “A package just arrived, It’s addressed to you.”My heart skipped. A package? Addressed to me? At a time like this? My arms instinctively tightened around Dylan. “What is it?”“I don’t know, ma’am. It was delivered directly to the gates and cleared by security but it bears official markings.”Official.The word alone made dread sink into me like ice.I shifted Dylan carefully, laying him in his carry bassinet beside me. He stirred but didn’t wake. Then, with hands that were already trembling, I took the brown envelope the guard held out.“Thank you,” I whispered, though my throat was dry.As soon as the guard left, I placed the envelope on the coffee table. My hands stayed above it for a moment, frozen. A part of me didn’t even want to open it, my gut already told me what it was.Still, I tore it open. Papers slid out then my eyes c
Damian’s POVThe next morning, I woke before dawn.Sleep had been a luxury I couldn’t afford, I spent the early hours pacing my study, reviewing numbers, contracts, deals and proof that under my leadership, Blackwell Group had not only survived but thrived. Today was going to meet another set of shareholders.By nine, I was in the car with Jack, heading toward the shareholders’ meeting.“Are you sure about this?” Jack asked cautiously, flipping through his tablet. “You’ve got resistance, some of them… well, sir, they’re not shy about it anymore.”“I don’t need them to like me,” I said coldly, staring out the tinted window. “I need them to respect me and I need their votes.”Jack nodded, though his jaw tightened. He’d seen the same reports I had, whispers of shareholders leaning toward “a change of leadership.” As if my position was something they could trade like stock.When the car pulled up in front of the private club where we’d arranged the meeting, I saw them already arriving. S
Damian’s POVThe private meeting was arranged and two more shareholders finally agreed to meet.The restaurant smelled faintly of polished wood and old whiskey, a place where silence was currency and conversations never left the room. I sat in the private room I’d reserved, the low light casting shadows across the table. The clink of ice in crystal glasses was the only sound until the door opened.Mr. Sterling entered first, silver hair, perfect suit, the kind of man who’d learned to keep his face unreadable even when sharks circled. Mr. Choi followed, slimmer, sharper, his gaze assessing from the second he stepped inside both men carried themselves with the kind of authority that came from decades of money moving at their command.Two shareholders, two votes not nearly enough but a start.“Gentlemen,” I greeted, rising slightly before retaking my seat.Sterling gave me a courteous nod, Choi a slight incline of his head. They sat, not touching the drinks already waiting for them.“Dam
Damian’s POV The house was quiet when I came in, I loosened my tie as I climbed the stairs, each step dragging like I carried more than my own weight. I paused at the bedroom door, my hand on the handle. Inside, I could hear the faint sound of Dylan breathing and beneath it, was nothing from Lena. When I stepped inside, the scene was exactly what I feared. Dylan slept peacefully in his bassinet but Lena sat curled on the couch, her eyes red, a blanket clutched tight around her. She looked up when she heard me and the relief in her eyes stabbed me straight in the chest. “You are back,” she whispered. I crossed the room, kneeling in front of her. “Yes, I am.” Her lips trembled but she didn’t speak. I reached for her hands, cold even through the blanket and covered them with mine. “They can talk,” I said quietly. “They can write their articles, spread their lies, hold their damn conferences, none of it changes the truth. Dylan is mine.” Tears welled in her eyes again but this t
Lena’s POV Dylan was sleeping, his tiny chest rising and falling in his bassinet beside me. I should have felt calm watching him but instead my heart thudded like a drum inside my chest. I pulled the blanket higher around me, curling into the couch. My phone lay on the table in front of me but I didn’t dare touch it. I didn’t need to, I already knew what it held. Every channel, every article, every whisper on the internet carried the same story: Adrian Huntley demands DNA test for Lena Blackwell’s son. I shut my eyes tightly but the words burned behind them. Damian had already spoken. He had stood in front of the press, his voice full of certainty as he declared Dylan his son. He had refused the DNA test, refused to bow to Adrian’s demand. For a brief moment, when I watched it on television, my chest had swelled with gratitude, love and pride but now, with the house silent and reality sinking in, fear gnawed at the edges of that pride. Adrian wasn’t a man who bluffed. He had lo
Damian’s POV The shareholder meeting was scheduled for ten o’clock sharp. By the time the clock on the wall ticked to 10:15, only two men were seated across from me. Tony Horton and Williams Sonoma. Out of thirteen major shareholders, only two had bothered to appear. I folded my hands in front of me, forcing my expression into neutrality even as irritation coiled tight in my chest. The two men studied me closely, like hawks circling above a wounded animal. Jack shifted uncomfortably at my side, his phone already in hand. I gave him a nod. “Call the others again.” He moved quickly, stepping aside to make the calls. His voice dropped low but the quiet room carried his words. “Good morning, this is Jack Reynolds, calling on behalf of Mr. Blackwell. He’s waiting in the conference room…” Pause. “Yes, sir, I understand but this is urgent.” Another pause. Jack’s face tightened. “I see. Thank you.” He ended the call and immediately dialed the next number. Within five minutes, his
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