ログイン"So... dinner with my family," Damian said while tying his tie. "Tonight?" I dropped my coffee mug. "You said next month!" "My mom moved it up. She saw the press conference." Great. Meet the billionaire’s parents. 48 hours after going viral. "Will they like me?" I asked. Damian pulled me in for a hug. "They’ll love you. Or they’ll deal with me being mad." The Cole mansion was huge. Like, castle huge. Chandeliers. Marble floors. A butler opened the door. And standing in the middle of the hall was Sophia. "What is she doing here?" I whispered. Damian’s jaw tightened. "I didn’t invite her." "Mom invited me," Sophia said sweetly, hugging me. "Family dinner, right?" Damian stepped between us. "She’s not family." "Not yet," Sophia smiled. The dining room was worse. Mr. Cole Sr. at the head. Mrs. Cole to the right. Two aunts. A cousin. And Sophia, sitting in MY seat. I sat next to Damian. My hands were shaking. "So Ali," Mrs. Cole started. "Tell us about yourself." "I’m...
I woke up to sunlight and arms around me. Damian was still asleep. His face was relaxed. No frown. No cold CEO mask. Just him. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. 47 notifications. #DamianAndAli was still trending. "THEY'RE SO CUTE" "PROTECT THEM AT ALL COSTS" "IS THIS REAL OR A PR STUNT" I set it down. Didn’t matter. "Morning," Damian’s voice was rough from sleep. "Morning," I said. He pulled me closer. "Did I dream the proposal?" "Nope. It’s all over the internet." He groaned and hid his face in my hair. "Good. Then I can do it again." We stayed in bed until 10AM. Which was illegal for Damian Cole. Mia called 3 times. He ignored it. When we finally got up, breakfast was already made. Not by the chef. By him. Pancakes. Burnt on one side. "I tried," he said, looking so proud and embarrassed. I kissed his cheek. "Best pancakes ever." The doorbell rang. It was Mia. With a laptop and 5 folders. "Sorry to interrupt the honeymoon," she said. "But the board wants a st
The press conference was in 2 hours. I sat on Damian’s bed, picking at my nails. "What if they hate us?" "What if they love us?" Damian sat next to me. He was in a black suit. No tie. Like he wanted to look human today. "Are you sure about this?" I whispered. "You could lose the company." He turned my face to him with one finger. "I’d lose everything if I lost you." The car ride to Cole Tower was silent. Reporters lined the streets. Flash. Flash. Flash. "That’s the contract wife," someone yelled. I wanted to hide. Damian just squeezed my hand. Backstage was chaos. PR people, lawyers, his assistant Mia running around. "Mr. Cole, stick to the script," Mia said, holding up papers. "Admit the contract, apologize, say it was a business mistake." Damian didn’t take the papers. "I’m not apologizing for her." "Then say nothing about love," the lawyer cut in. "It’s a liability." Damian looked at me. "Watch me." 3...2...1... The curtains opened. 100 cameras. 200 people. Live
6:03 AM. My phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. I reached for it on Damian’s nightstand. 17 missed calls. Mom. My best friend. A number I didn’t know. Then I saw the notifications. **BREAKING: BILLIONAIRE DAMIAN COLE’S SECRET MARRIAGE EXPOSED** **EXCLUSIVE: $300,000 CONTRACT LEAKED ONLINE** **WHO IS ALI CARTER? GOLD DIGGER OR VICTIM?** Attached was a photo. Our contract. My shaky signature on page 4. Damian’s signature on page 5. The amount circled in red. My stomach dropped. "Damian?" My voice cracked. He wasn’t in bed. I found him in the living room. Suit on. Hair messy. Three phones on the coffee table, all ringing. "Find her," he said into one phone, voice like ice. "I don’t care what it takes. Find who leaked this." He hung up and saw me. "Don’t read the comments," he said. "It’s too late." I held up my phone. "Everyone has read them." He crossed the room in two steps and pulled me into his arms. "I’m sorry. This is my fault." "Whose fault is it really?" His jaw tigh
9AM. Cole Enterprises. 50th Floor.The boardroom was freezing.12 men and women in $5000 suits. All staring at me.Because I was sitting next to Damian.At the head of the table.With his ring on my finger.Whispers."Who is she?""Is that the waitress?""His wife??"Damian squeezed my hand under the table."Good morning," he said, voice calm but deadly. "Let’s get started."The CFO cleared his throat. "Mr. Cole, before we begin quarterly reports... care to explain the headlines?"He projected the photo on the big screen.Me + Damian. Holding hands leaving the cafe.Headline: **BILLIONAIRE ANNOUNCES SECRET MARRIAGE**The room went silent.Damian stood up."Yes. I got married." He looked at me. "To Ali Carter."Gasps."She’s my wife. Legally. And she will be attending all future company events as Mrs. Cole."Mr. Peterson, the oldest board member, slammed his hand on the table."This is outrageous! We approved Sophia! She’s good for the brand!""Sophia is my ex." Damian’s eyes were ice.
The next morning I woke up alone.Damian’s side of the bed was cold.There was a note on the nightstand:[Meeting at 8AM. Don’t wait up. - D]My heart sank. Was last night just... a moment?My phone buzzed. Again.[Unknown]: Meet me at La Rose Cafe. 2PM. We need to talk.- SSophia.---2PM. La Rose Cafe.She was already there. Perfect blonde hair. Red dress. $10K bag.Sophia Cole. Damian’s ex-fiancée."Ali Carter," she said, sipping wine at 2PM. "The charity case."I sat down. "What do you want, Sophia?""To warn you." She leaned in. "Damian doesn’t do love. He does contracts. Deals. And you? You’re just his latest PR stunt."My hands shook under the table."He paid me $5 million for my brother’s surgery.""Exactly." She laughed. "See? Transaction. In 6 months he’ll get bored and pay you to leave.""Why do you care?""Because I was supposed to be Mrs. Cole." Her eyes were cold. "Not some broke waitress."Before I could answer, the cafe door opened.Damian.In a suit. Looking furious.







