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Chapter Two
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2025-11-27 18:48:26(Elena POV)
I stood frozen in front of the mirror. The glittering diamond ring on my finger felt heavier than chains.
“This is insane,” I whispered.
Across the room, Damian adjusted his cufflinks, every movement precise, controlled. “It’s practical,” he replied coolly. “The world thinks you’re mine now. No scandal. No more running.” o wow, that just made me feel so much better.
I slowly turned from the mirror with disbelief. “You announced our engagement without asking me!” what what sort of dude is this?
“You think you still have choices?” His tone was sharp, but his eyes—dark and unreadable—lingered on my trembling hands. “Your family made this deal the moment they signed my contracts. I’m just collecting what’s owed.”
I just want to scream, but before I could, a knock came. The butler entered quietly. “The press is waiting, sir. They want pictures of you and Miss—your fiancée.” saying those words makes me so much worse
My stomach twisted. Damian offered his arm with deliberate arrogance. “Smile, Elena. Tonight, the world will celebrate what you call your prison.”
My head could not rap around the nightmare that was unfolding before my eyes. But when he reached for my wrist again—gentle yet firm—I had no choice. Holding my tears, this is my life now.
And when the camera flashes blinded me on the balcony, I put on the perfect smile of a bride-to-be… even as my heart cried for freedom. why meee, i thought.
The gala is so suffocating. Crystal chandeliers, endless champagne, and whispers that cut sharper than knives. They talk as if i am not standing close to them and hearing everything.
“Elena looks so fragile,” one socialite murmured.
“No wonder Damian chose her—he can mold her like clay.” what in the world?...My jaw clenched. I want to run, but running wasn’t an option anymore. Not when Damian’s arm rested possessively on my waist, as if daring anyone to doubt I belonged to him.
Then it happened.
A drunken investor staggered too close, his hand brushing my bare arm. “Blackwood’s fiancée,” he slurred, “you’re prettier than the rumors say. Care to dance without the devil watching?” this guy has a death wish!
I stiffened with fear in my eyes. Before I could react, Damian’s hand closed over the man’s wrist—iron, unyielding. His voice dropped low, lethal.
“Touch her again,” Damian said, “and you won’t have hands to sign contracts with.”
The man paled, stammered an apology, and vanished into the crowd.
My chest rose and fell rapidly. I expected Damian to scold me for looking vulnerable. Instead, he leaned close, his breath warm against my ear.
“You belong to me, Elena. And no one—no one—lays a finger on what’s mine.”
For the first time, my fear tangled with something else. Something dangerous. Something that made her pulse race faster. what is this feeling? why am i having this feelings? i need to find a way out of this but.... how?
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The hospital room was quiet.Too quiet.The fire had taken the edge off my anger, but it hadn’t taken away the questions. If anything, it made them heavier.Damian stood by the window, city lights reflecting off the glass. His shoulders looked broader somehow — like he carried something invisible and crushing. I wonder what weight he carries in his life, I thought.“You said this started years ago,” I said softly. “Before my father.”He didn’t turn around immediately.“Yes.”“Tell me.”Silence.Then a slow exhale.“You’re not going to like what you hear.”“I already don’t like what I don’t know.”That made him glance back at me. His eyes looking so distant and cold.After a moment, he pulled the chair closer to my bed and sat down. Close enough that I could see the tension in his jaw.“Anton and I weren’t always enemies,” he began.My stomach dropped.“What?”“We were partners.”The word felt wrong. D
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