로그인Chapter 6(Sophia’s POV)The next morning, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, far too bright for how exhausted I felt.For a moment, I forgot where I was. The crisp white sheets, the faint scent of expensive cologne clinging to the air—it all reminded me that I wasn’t in my small apartment anymore. I was in Damien Lancaster’s penthouse.My husband’s penthouse.The word still sounded foreign.I dragged myself out of bed and pulled on a robe, wandering toward the kitchen in search of caffeine and maybe a sense of sanity.Damien was already there, of course.He stood by the counter in a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, dark slacks pressed to perfection. He looked like the cover of a luxury magazine—effortless, controlled, completely untouchable.“Morning,” I muttered, heading for the coffee machine.“Morning,” he replied, voice smooth, unreadable as ever. “You’re up early.”“It’s nine,” I said flatly.“For you, that’s early,” he teased, and the corner
Chapter 5:(Sophia’s POV)The moment the car door shut behind us, sealing us inside the darkened interior, I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.I had survived my first public appearance as Mrs. Damien Lancaster.Barely.The flashing cameras, the reporters screaming for a statement, the way Damien held me close as if we were truly in love—it was all an act, but it felt suffocatingly real. Every touch, every glance, every fake smile had been perfectly calculated. He had played his role flawlessly, while I struggled to keep up.The air inside the car was heavy with silence as we pulled away from the venue. Damien sat beside me, completely at ease, as if the entire night had been just another business meeting.“You did well,” he said smoothly, adjusting the cuffs of his suit.I scoffed, slumping against the leather seat. “Oh, well, thank you for the glowing review. I’ll be sure to add it to my résumé.”His lips twitched in amusement. “You’ll get used to it.”I turned to h
Chapter 4:(Sophia’s POV)I sat at the sleek marble dining table in Damien’s penthouse, staring at the thick stack of papers in front of me. The words blurred together as I tried to process what I was about to sign.A marriage contract.A legally binding agreement that would keep me tied to Damien Lancaster for one year."Read it carefully," Damien said, leaning back against the kitchen island with a cup of coffee in hand. His tone was calm, almost indifferent, like this was just another business deal for him.And maybe, for him, it was.I exhaled slowly, my fingers tightening around the pen. My life had taken a turn I never could have predicted, and now I was about to make it official.One year.That’s all it would take.I cleared my throat and flipped through the pages, my heart pounding as I skimmed the details.Clause 1: The marriage will last no less than twelve months.Clause 2: Both parties will maintain the image of a committed couple in public.Clause 3: No romantic entanglem
Chapter 3: (Sophia’s POV)I paced the length of the luxurious hotel suite, my mind spinning with everything that had just happened.One year.I had agreed to stay married to Damien Lancaster for an entire year.The idea still felt surreal—like I was living someone else’s life.I turned toward him, my so-called husband, who sat on the sleek leather couch, his long legs stretched out like he didn’t have a care in the world. Meanwhile, my world had just been turned upside down.How was he so calm about this?“This is insane,” I muttered, rubbing my temples. “I just agreed to marry a stranger. Do you realize how crazy this is?”Damien barely lifted his gaze. “Technically, we’re already married.”I shot him a glare. “Don’t remind me.”He exhaled, clearly unbothered by my panic. “Look, Sophia. If we’re going to make this work, we need to set clear boundaries. A contract.”I blinked. “A contract? You want to turn this into a business deal?”“That’s exactly what it is.” His voice was calm, c
Chapter 2:(Sophia’s POV)My hands trembled as I scrolled through the headlines on my phone, my pulse racing with every word.BREAKING NEWS: Billionaire Damien Lancaster Secretly Weds in Vegas!Who Is the Mystery Woman Who Stole New York’s Most Eligible Bachelor?Vegas Wedding Shock: Damien Lancaster’s Unexpected Bride Revealed!Every major media outlet had picked up the story.My throat felt tight. My chest heaved with shallow breaths. This couldn’t be real.This wasn’t just some gossip piece buried at the bottom of a website. This was front-page news. My face—my actual face—was plastered all over the internet, alongside pictures of Damien and me from last night.Some were blurry, paparazzi shots of us stumbling out of the chapel, while others were clear as day—Damien’s arm wrapped around my waist, his lips brushing my temple.Oh, God.I forced myself to take deep, steadying breaths, but it didn’t help. The world around me was crumbling.I glanced up at Damien, my heart hammering.He
Chapter 1: (Sophia’s POV) A dull, persistent ache pounded in my head as I shifted in bed, groaning softly. My limbs felt heavy, my mouth dry, and my body unnaturally warm. The distinct scent of luxury sheets mixed with something richer—musky, masculine—lingered in the air. I inhaled deeply, blinking against the harsh sunlight streaming through the enormous windows. The world around me came into focus, but something felt… off. This wasn’t my bedroom. A sinking feeling settled in my stomach. Slowly, I turned my head. And that was when I saw him. A man—**shirtless, with chiseled abs and tousled dark hair—**lay beside me. His sculpted chest rose and fell evenly, his strong jawline relaxed in sleep, his lips slightly parted. Everything about him screamed power, wealth, and dominance. And he was in my bed. My heart pounded as realization slammed into me. Oh my God. What did I do? I shot up in bed, clutching the silk sheets to my chest. Panic surged through my veins a







