A Marriage Built on Lies

Four Years Later…

 The Damien Blackwood the world once admired the billionaire tycoon with a smirk that could command a room was gone.

 What remained was a ghost in an expensive suit.

 Three years had passed since Adrianna’s death. Three long brutal years but Adrianna’s name still echoed in his head like a ghost whispering through the walls. And yet, every morning, he woke up beside the woman who had orchestrated it all. He had regained full function of his body after a year of relentless therapy and surgeries. He walked without assistance now carefully and sat at board meetings, Attended events and smile when needed, But his heart was gone.

 Dead and buried with her.

 Katherina Rodriguez now Katherina Blackwood was still legally his wife. The world had praised their tragic love story:the billionaire who married his dying fiancée’s sister, honoring her final wish.

 But behind closed doors, the truth was finally open and he became suspicious of her 

 He hated her.

 From the moment her “cancer” miraculously vanished, Damien knew he had been played. Four months after the wedding, the doctors declared her remission a miracle a divine intervention from God. The cancer mysteriously disappeared, Headlines celebrated her strength. Social media was flooded with hashtags.

 ##KatherinaTheWarrior

 ##MiracleBride

 Damien hadn’t said a word.

 He had just stared at her from across the hospital room as she hugged their family and smiled for the cameras.

 Because he knew.

 It was all a lie.

 She had become the acting manager of Blackwood Enterprises, Public darling, Corporate queen, Warrior wife.

 To the world, she was untouchable.

 To Damien, she was the reason he barely slept, barely smiled, barely felt.

 They lived together. But never touched.

 The marriage bed was cold. Her perfume made him nauseous. Her presence left his skin crawling.

 But still… she wanted more.

 Blackwood Mansion – Present Day

 “You’re my husband, Damien,” Katherina growled, her voice low with fury. “I’ve waited long enough. Four years, Damien. I want a child. 

 Damien didn’t even flinch.

 “Then find a donor,” he replied dryly, adjusting the collar of his suit. “You’re good at making things up. Why not a baby?”

 Katherina’s nostrils flared. “You’re disgusting.”

 He turned to her slowly, eyes like steel. “And you’re a fraud. But here we are we still together.”

 She stepped forward, her voice rising. “You think I enjoy begging for attention? For intimacy? I married you! I stood by you when you couldn’t walk, I defended you when the board doubted you, when the media mocked you, when your own mother said you were cursed!”

 Damien took a step closer, his voice low and dangerous. “You stood by me? No. You trapped me. You lied. You faked your cancer. And I watched you use my guilt like a leash which is why I will thank you by divorcing you as soon as I find the strength to look at you without feeling sick,” he said flatly.

 Her voice cracked. “You think I did all this for fun? I did what I had to do because I loved you”

 “Yeah?” You loved my empire,” Damien spat, cutting her off. “You wore my guilt like a gown and used it to crown yourself queen. You faked your own death sentence, Katherina, You don’t deserve me. You don’t deserve a childl deal with the silence you earned at least thats the only thing you are good at in deceiving people.”

 He turned and walked away.

 Her words chased him down the hallway. “You’ll regret this. I swear it.”

 He didn’t look back. “Not more than I regret ever meeting you.” 

 Midnight – The Study

 Katherina stared at her glass of wine, her reflection showing on its surface.

 Her hands trembled as she dialed the encrypted number saved under “M.”

 “It has to happen tonight,” she said, eyes cold. “He’ll be home by eleven. Mix it into his drink.”

 The voice on the other end didn’t speak. Just clicked off.

 She moved to Damien’s private liquor shelf, pulling out the aged whiskey he only drank when he was too tired to fight. She poured two glasses.

 Then she drugged one measured carefully just with two drops with accurate Precision.

 11:08 PM

 The door creaked open.

 Damien entered, shoulders heavy with exhaustion. His tie was loose, his eyes shadowed.

 She met him with a soft smile.

 “Rough day?” she asked gently, holding out the glass.

 He hesitated.

 “You’re being kind,” he muttered.

 “I’m tired of fighting,” she said softly. “Let’s just… have a drink together and enjoy the moment for one day.”

 Damien stared at her for a moment too long, then took the glass.

 The warmth slid down his throat, he gulped it all in a second due to he was exhausted.

 But before he could realize it his eyelids were closing, he felt dizzy everywhere started looking blurring to him. 

 “I need to lie down,” he said, his grip on the glass weakening.

 “I’ll take care of you my darling,” Katherina whispered.

 She led him to the bedroom and placed him gently on the bed.

 Ten Minutes Later – The Master Bedroom

 The door creaked open.

 Daniel Blackwood stepped inside shirtless, his face tight with nerves. “Are you sure about this mi amore?”

 Katherina, now in a silk robe, smirked. “Don’t talk. Just do what I said.”