Mag-log inThe following weeks passed quietly inside the Monteverde mansion. Too quietly. Ariana slowly adjusted to her new life, but every single day still felt unnatural.
Every morning, stylists chose her clothes. Etiquette teachers corrected the way she walked, talked, and even held utensils. At night, she attended dinners and business gatherings beside Damien while pretending to be the perfect wife. It was really exhausting. She constantly felt like she was acting inside a world where she did not belong. But despite everything… One thing slowly began changing. Damien. He was still cold ,still distant and still emotionally unavailable. But little by little, Ariana started seeing cracks beneath his icy exterior. Like the way he silently waited for her whenever she walked too slowly in heels. Or how he always made sure she ate before long events. Sometimes, he even defended her from his family’s insults without making it obvious. Small things, tiny things. But enough to confuse Ariana’s heart. And that terrified her. Because Damien already warned her from the beginning. Don’t fall in love with me. Unfortunately… She was beginning to fail. One rainy evening, Ariana sat alone inside the mansion’s library while sketching dress designs on paper. Designing had always been her escape. Her dream. One of the few things that still made her feel like herself. She quietly focused on her drawing until a deep voice suddenly interrupted her. “You made those?” Ariana looked up in surprise. Damien stood near the doorway holding a glass of whiskey. She immediately straightened awkwardly. “I-I was just passing time.” Damien slowly approached her. Without permission, he picked up one of the sketches. His brows furrowed slightly. “These are good.” Ariana blinked. “You think so?” “I wouldn’t say it if they weren’t.” She stared at him quietly. It was strange hearing compliments from someone like Damien. He studied another design. “You wanted to become a designer?” Ariana smiled faintly. “I still do.” “Then why didn’t you?” Her smile slowly disappeared. “Life happened.” Damien remained silent. Ariana carefully took back the sketchbook. “My parents died when I was young. After that, everything became about surviving.” For a moment, neither of them spoke. Rain continued pouring outside the mansion windows. Then Damien suddenly asked. “Do you hate me?” Ariana froze. “What?” “You had dreams. Now you’re stuck in this arrangement because of me.” His voice remained calm, but she noticed something unusual in his eyes. Guilt. Ariana looked down at her sketchbook. “I don’t know.” Damien stared at her quietly. “I hated you at first,” she admitted honestly. “You treated my brother’s life like a business deal.” His jaw tightened slightly. “But Lucas is alive because of you too.” Silence filled the library. Then Ariana softly talk again. “I think you’re not as cruel as you pretend to be.” Damien immediately looked away. “You’re wrong.” Before Ariana could respond, his phone suddenly rang. The moment he saw the caller ID, his expression darkened. Selene. Ariana noticed the change instantly. “You can answer it.” Damien declined the call immediately. But seconds later, another message arrived. And another. And another. Ariana tried ignoring the uncomfortable feeling inside her chest. “Does she usually bother you this much?” Damien’s voice became colder. “She doesn’t know when to stop.” Ariana hesitated briefly before speaking again. “Why did she come back?” Damien took a slow sip of whiskey. “Money.” Ariana frowned. “What?” “Selene only loves power.” His eyes turned emotionless again. “She realized too late that nobody else could give her the life I gave her.” Ariana looked at him carefully. “And if she asks for another chance?” Damien laughed coldly. “There are things even money can’t repair.” Something painful flashed briefly across his face before disappearing again. Then Damien suddenly looked at Ariana. “Don’t stay up too late.” And just like always— He walked away before the conversation became too personal. Ariana stared at his retreating figure quietly. Her chest felt strangely heavy afterward. The next morning, Ariana woke up feeling dizzy. She slowly sat up while holding her forehead. “Why do I feel so weird…” She forced herself out of bed before heading toward the bathroom. But the moment she smelled the food downstairs— Her stomach twisted violently. Ariana immediately covered her mouth before rushing toward the sink. A few minutes later, she stared at herself in the mirror breathing heavily. Maybe it was stress. Or exhaustion. She had been overwhelmed lately. Trying to ignore it, Ariana went downstairs anyway. Inside the dining room, Damien was already eating breakfast while reading documents. Vanessa sat across from him scrolling through her phone lazily. The moment Ariana entered, Vanessa smirked. “Well, the charity case is awake.” Ariana ignored her and quietly sat down. But as soon as the maid placed food in front of her. Nausea hit again. Strong and sudden. Ariana immediately stood up and rushed toward the nearest bathroom. Vanessa blinked in surprise. “What was that?” Damien frowned slightly while staring toward the hallway. Several minutes later, Ariana returned looking pale. Damien quietly observed her. “You look sick.” “I’m fine.” “You don’t sound fine.” Vanessa suddenly gasped dramatically. “Oh my God.” Both Damien and Ariana looked at her. Vanessa smirked slowly. “Don’t tell me she’s pregnant already.” The entire room became silent. Ariana froze completely. Pregnant? The word echoed loudly inside her mind. No. Impossible. Right? Damien’s expression darkened instantly. “Vanessa.” “What?” she shrugged. “It happens.” Ariana quickly shook her head. “N-No. I’m probably just tired.” But even she no longer sounded convincing. Because deep inside… Fear was slowly creeping in. Later that afternoon, Ariana secretly went to a pharmacy alone. She wore sunglasses and a cap to avoid attention. Her hands trembled while paying for the pregnancy test. The cashier smiled politely. “First baby?” Ariana nearly choked. “N-No!” The cashier laughed lightly. Ariana quickly left the store feeling completely nervous. Back at the mansion, she locked herself inside the bathroom while staring at the small box in her hands. Her breathing became uneven. Please no… Not now. Not like this. With shaking fingers, she finally took the test. Then waited. Every second felt endless. Painful and terrifying. Ariana stared at the result while her entire world stopped moving. Positive. Her knees weakened instantly. “No…” Tears slowly filled her eyes. Positive. Ariana covered her mouth shakily. She was pregnant. Pregnant with Damien’s child. Her mind became chaotic instantly. How? Then suddenly— That night came back to her memory. Three weeks ago after a business celebration, Damien had returned drunk for the first time. He looked exhausted and broken. Ariana tried helping him to bed, but Damien suddenly grabbed her wrist and kissed her unexpectedly. At first, she pushed him away. But Damien kept whispering things that sounded painfully vulnerable. “Don’t leave me again…You promised…” Ariana knew he was mistaking her for someone else. Probably Selene. But somehow… That broken side of Damien shattered her defenses too. And that night— Everything between them changed. The next morning, Damien barely remembered anything. He simply acted colder afterward. As if hd was regretting it happened at all. Ariana never brought it up again. But now… There was a baby. Ariana slowly sat on the bathroom floor while tears fell silently. What was she supposed to do now? Would Damien think she trapped him intentionally? Would he hate her even more? Fear consumed her completely. Suddenly, someone knocked on the bedroom door outside. “Ariana?” It was Damien. She immediately panicked. “A-A minute!” “You’ve been inside there for almost an hour.” Ariana quickly hid the pregnancy test inside the drawer. Then she washed her face repeatedly before finally opening the bathroom door. Damien frowned the moment he saw her red eyes. “You were crying.” “No.” “Ariana.” “I’m fine.” But Damien clearly didn’t believe her. He studied her carefully. Pale face, shaking hands and swollen eyes. “What happened?” Ariana forced herself to stay calm. She shook her head. “Nothing.” Damien stepped closer. “You’ve been acting strange all day.” Her heart beat faster from panic. “I said I’m fine.” The sharpness in her voice surprised even herself. Damien’s expression hardened slightly. Silence filled the room. Then he spoke calmly again. “If something’s wrong, tell me.” For a brief moment, Ariana almost told him. Almost. But fear stopped her. Because Damien already made one thing clear from the start. This marriage had no room for emotions. No room for love. And definitely no room for a child. Ariana lowered her gaze. “I’m just tired.” Damien stared at her for several seconds longer before finally nodding once. “Get some rest.” Then he walked away toward his office area inside the room. Ariana quietly released the breath she was holding. But that night, she barely slept. Because while Damien worked only a few feet away from her… Ariana secretly placed one trembling hand over her stomach. And for the first time since discovering the truth— Fear mixed with something else. Something softer. Something warm. A tiny life was growing inside her. A child who had done nothing wrong. Tears slipped silently down her cheeks. Because no matter how complicated everything became Ariana already knew one thing. She would protect this baby. Even if she had to do it alone.The icy rain began to fall over the cobblestone streets of Paris, turning the charred, blackened ruins of Maison Céleste into a dark, reeking crime scene. Yellow police tape fluttered violently in the cold wind, sealing off the shattered glass entrance where Ariana’s dream had stood just hours ago.A few meters down the street, parked behind a thick delivery van, sat a nondescript sedan with heavily tinted windows.Selene sat in the rear passenger seat, holding a pair of compact brass binoculars to her eyes. Her breath fogged up the glass, her dark, sunken eyes fixed intensely on the trembling woman standing behind the police line.Ariana was staring at the scorched interior of her atelier. Her beige cashmere coat was soaked through with rain, her face deathly pale as she clutched a wet, ash-covered piece of silk against her chest."Look at her," Selene hissed under her breath, her fingers tightening around the heavy binoculars until her knuckles turned white. "Look at that pathetic,
The pale, crisp sunlight of early morning filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Damien’s master suite, casting soft, golden geometric patterns across the heavy silk duvet.Ariana slowly opened her eyes.For the first few fleeting seconds, as warmth enveloped her and the faint scent of cedarwood and amber filled her senses, her mind was completely, blissfully blank. She felt a heavy, protective arm draped securely across her waist, pulling her flush against a solid, beating chest.Then, like a violent wave crashing over a fragile shoreline, reality rushed back.Her eyes went wide. She stared at the grand, unfamiliar ceiling, her breath catching sharply in her throat as the vivid memories of the previous night flooded her consciousness—the raw confessions, the desperate weeping in the foyer, the fierce, breathless kisses, and the tender, vulnerable surrender in this very bed.Oh God, she thought, her heart immediately slamming against her ribs in a sudden, wild panic. W
The dark-blue vintage Jaguar glided silently into the courtyard of the secluded private estate Damien had leased on the quiet outskirts of Paris. Surrounded by high stone walls and centuries-old oak trees, the estate felt like a world set completely apart from the city's chaotic noise.Ariana sat in the passenger seat, clutching her handbag tightly against her lap. Her heart was still beating at a frantic rhythm from their conversation outside her apartment—from the lingering heat of his thumb against her cheek, from the sheer weight of his confession."I won't keep you long," Damien said softly, killing the engine. He turned toward her, his gray eyes catching the dim exterior lights of the estate. "Mark forwarded the original trademark ownership documents for Maison Céleste from Manila. The legal transfer papers are inside my study. Once you sign them, the brand is completely, legally yours—free from any historical ties to the Monteverde Group."Ariana looked at him, surprised. "
The terror from Lucas’s phone call still clung to Ariana like a second skin, making the cold morning air inside her atelier feel suffocating. Selene was in Paris. The shadow that had nearly destroyed her life five years ago was no longer an ocean away—she was breathing the same air, walking the same cobblestone streets.Ariana stood behind her desk, staring blankly at the massive arrangement of one hundred white roses sitting on the central cutting table. The petals were pristine, untouched by the chaotic storm brewing around her.Before she could process her rising panic, the heavy glass doors of the atelier pushed open.Damien stepped inside. He wore a dark wool overcoat over a simple black turtleneck, discarding the rigid, armored corporate suits he usually wore. His hair was slightly windblown, his expression tense with a fierce, protective urgency that told Ariana he already knew."Lucas called me," Damien said without greeting, his voice low, gravelly, and laced with absolu
The air inside the grand ballroom of the Le Grand Hôtel Paris was suffocatingly refined, thick with the subtle aromas of vintage champagne, imported lilies, and high-end perfume. Crystal chandeliers cast a dazzling, golden glow over the gathered elite of the European fashion and finance sectors. Ariana stood near the floor-to-ceiling arched windows, holding a glass of sparkling water. She looked radiant in an original Maison Céleste creation—a sharply tailored ivory silk jumpsuit paired with a floor-length chiffon cape that draped over her shoulders like liquid moonlight. "Mademoiselle Villareal, I must confess, I spent twenty minutes studying your bridal collection catalog before coming here," a smooth, warm voice with a rich French accent spoke beside her. Ariana turned to see Julien Laurent. He was striking, dressed in an impeccably fitted charcoal tuxedo, his sandy hair styled with effortless sophistication, and his blue eyes holding a genuine, bright warmth. At thirty-fi
The floor-to-ceiling glass windows of Ariana’s private Parisian atelier overlooked the quiet, cobblestone alley of Rue Saint-Honoré. Inside, the air smelled of fresh espresso, steamed silk, and the lingering scent of autumn rain.Ariana stood behind her large cutting table, a pair of sharp dressmaker’s shears balanced motionless in her hand. She wasn't looking at the navy velvet pinned before her. Her eyes were fixed entirely on the sunlit corner of the lounge area.There, sitting cross-legged on the plush Persian rug, was the undisputed monarch of the Monteverde Group, a man worth billions, completely at the mercy of a four-year-old boy.Damien had discarded his jacket hours ago. His crisp white sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his expensive silk tie tossed carelessly onto a armchair, and his dark hair was slightly messy, disheveled by small, eager hands. He was building a wooden railway track, carefully lining up the tiny engines under the intense, critical supervision of a
The air between Damien and Ariana felt suffocating. They stood facing each other in the hallway outside the charity luncheon while the photographs remained clenched tightly in Damien’s hand.Ariana’s chest rose unevenly. “Damien, please listen to me first.”His eyes looked terrifyingly emotionless.
For the next several days, Ariana avoided Damien as much as possible. She left the room early. She ate meals quickly. And constantly made excuses whenever Damien tried speaking to her. The pregnancy terrified her. Every time she looked at Damien, guilt tightened painfully inside her chest. Because
Morning sunlight slowly entered through the massive glass windows of Damien’s bedroom. Ariana woke up feeling disoriented. For several seconds, she stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling before reality came crashing back. She was married. Married to Damien Monteverde. Her chest tightened instantl
Ariana did not sleep that night. She remained seated outside Lucas’ hospital room while tightly holding Damien Monteverde’s business card in her trembling hands. Every second felt heavy.Painful.Suffocating.Marriage.The word kept repeating inside her mind like a curse. She had dreamed about love







