LOGINVivienne POV~•~The reception finally wound down, and the weight of the night pressed on me like a heavy cloud. I was done, tired of Damien’s sly digs, Sophia’s cold stares, and that crazy woman’s threats still ringing in my ears. All I wanted was to slip away, find a quiet spot to breathe without everyone watching me. The night ended faster than I expected, with piles of gifts stacked high, tycoons and socialites tossing congratulations like confetti, and some even whispering about new deals for Damon now that he was a “family man.” It was like the marriage made him look softer, more trustworthy. As the music faded and guests left, I saw the road ahead wasn’t smooth. William was bad enough, but now I was stuck in Damon’s world of enemies and secrets, and it was only day one.The drive to the hotel was quiet, Monaco’s lights blurring past like far-off stars. When we got to the suite, reality hit hard. we had to share it to keep up the act. Newlyweds don’t sleep apart, right? Damon
Vivienne POV~•~Without Damon and Catherine, the air felt heavy, like everyone was watching me too closely. I tried to avoid their stares, but it was no use. I was the center of attraction, the new Langford bride, and every move I made pulled whispers and looks from the crowd. I caught the sharp eyes of the woman that had walked in with Damien staring at me, probably his wife. Her eyes were cold and mean like I’d done something just by being here. I could feel the fight over money and power behind it, making me a target in a war I didn’t want. All I wanted was to keep Liam safe, but this deal with Damon was starting to feel dangerous, like it could pull us both into something deadly.The woman walked over, her steps smooth but calculated, her hand out with a fake smile. “Congratulations, Vivienne,” she said, her voice sugary but sharp. “Welcome to the family.”I forced a smile, matching her tone. “Thank you. It’s… quite the family to join.”Her eyes narrowed, her smile tightening.
Damon POV~•~I stared at Damien as his confidence scraping at every nerve I had. I hadn’t planned for him to say a single word tonight, let alone steal the show. His presence felt like a punch I didn’t see coming. How did he even get here? The media frenzy around the wedding must’ve spread every detail, making privacy a joke for people like us. A public fight could ruin everything because our father’s will had a clause demanding we play nice, or the whole inheritance went to charity. Rivalry was his worst nightmare for the Langford name. I glanced at Vivienne and I could tell from her eyes that she was filled with worry, and Catherine, who looked ready to bolt. I had to keep it together.Damien grabbed the microphone, flashing that grin I knew too well. “Well, folks, here we are, celebrating my big brother, sorry, my eldest twin brother, Damon,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery. “Though, let’s be real, those few minutes don’t mean much. Twins share everything, right?”Th
The master of ceremonies announced our arrival with a voice that boomed through the hall, bouncing off the walls like we were royalty. The room was stunning with ceilings so high they seemed to touch the sky and curtains flowing down like soft rivers, brushing the shiny marble floor. Tables were scattered around, covered in white linens with bold red ribbons, giving a spark of fire to the fancy setup. The guests looked like they stepped out of a magazine and everyone spoke in low tones. I spotted faces I’d only seen in headlines here to honor Damon and the Langford name. It hit me hard that this was my world now, a place I’d only dreamed of, and it felt thrilling but scary, like I was stepping into something with strings I couldn’t yet see.We were led to the head table, front and center, where it felt like every eye was on us. An older man stepped to the podium, his voice warm and full of memories. “I knew Damon’s father, Edward, for decades,” he started, smiling. “A true visionary.
My eyes widened, a jolt of disbelief hitting me as I stared at Liam’s little face. How could a kid so young come up with something so heavy? I pulled him closer, hushing him softly. “Shh, baby,” I whispered, my voice low, “where’d you get that idea?”Liam giggled, like it was some fun secret. “In the car earlier, one of Uncle Damon’s friends told me. He said Uncle Damon’s my new daddy now, and I don’t gotta worry about my old papa anymore.”His words lit a fire in me, fury mixing with shock. My grip on him tightened, my heart pounding. I hated William for walking out, but someone planting ideas like that in Liam’s head? That was low and could mess him up for good. I made a mental note to corner Damon about this later, but for now, I leaned in, keeping my voice soft. “Liam, listen to me, okay? Nobody gets to decide who your dad is but us. You’re my boy, and I love you. That’s what matters.”He tilted his head, his eyes big and curious. “But what if Uncle Damon wants to be my dad? He’s
Vivienne POV~•~I stood at the edge of the grand cathedral with my thoughts spinning from that run-in with William back in the dressing room. His nasty words kept playing over and over in my head, pulling me away from everything around me. I couldn’t focus on the now; all I could think about was what came next. Would this marriage keep Liam and me safe, or would it just drag us into more trouble? The big doors creaked open, and there was my father, slipping his arm through mine. It felt more like a business deal than anything warm or real. He started walking me down the aisle, taking his time, almost like he was putting on a show. His chest stuck out, full of that proud look that said he’d finally hit the jackpot with money and status. I could feel how much he expected from this, like I was some kind of trade-off. But I shoved that down and tried to look at the people staring back at us. Behind me, the flower girls tossed petals in soft little waves, their laughs so light and happy







