LOGINAll my life, I’ve watched love happen to everyone but me. My sister, my friends… they were adored, spoiled, cherished. I thought I’d found my own happy ending—until the man I loved for five years betrayed me. And he didn’t just betray me… he did it with my best friend. On my birthday. Now, I’m drowning my heartbreak in the dim glow of an expensive club, my best friend Dante by my side, then i bump into him Damien Kings. Cold, devastatingly handsome, and the kind of man who makes the air feel dangerous. He offers to sober him up . I should say no. I should walk away. Instead, I let him pull me into his world—into his arms—just for one reckless night. By morning, I’m gone. I think I’ve escaped. But then my father, Senator Quinn, drops a bomb: I’m getting married. And my groom… is the man from last night. Damien Kings. He doesn’t look surprised. I, on the other hand, see nothing but a trap. A game I didn’t agree to play. I’m not ready to love again—not him, not anyone. But Damien doesn’t seem like the kind of man who takes no for an answer. And as much as I want to hate him… my heart might not survive what happens when love comes calling.
View MoreThe ride was quiet, the hum of the engine the only sound filling the air. City lights blurred past the tinted window, painting fleeting colors across Damien’s face as he stared straight ahead, unreadable. I leaned back against the leather seat, tracing idle patterns on my lap. The silence between us wasn’t awkward—it was heavy, almost like an unspoken language only we understood.But my chest ached. I couldn’t stop replaying the memory of Jason’s lips crushing mine. I had slapped him afterwards, disgusted with myself for letting it happen, but the guilt still clawed at me.The car slid smoothly down a private lane toward the jet terminal. Beyond the glass, runway lights shimmered like stars scattered across the ground. My pulse quickened when I saw Damien’s jet waiting for us, its sleek frame gleaming beneath the floodlights like a promise of escape.“Where are we headed?” I asked softly, though I already knew this was the beginning of our honeymoon.“Somewhere beautiful—like you,” Da
Today wasn’t just any day—it was my wedding day. Not by choice, but by my father’s. A marriage for power, as everyone liked to remind me. “You’ll be powerful standing next to Damien King,” they said.Damien wasn’t a bad man—at least, not from what I knew—but love? That wasn’t part of this deal. After everything, I had sworn never to love again. Yet, something inside me whispered that the walls I’d built were already crumbling around him.The sound of footsteps broke my thoughts. My mother swept in with a group of maids and stylists trailing behind her.“Good morning, rise and shine—it’s your day!” she beamed with excitement.“Yeah…” I murmured, forcing myself out of bed, bracing for whatever awaited me.⸻Inside, the cathedral was breathtaking. Towering arches reached for the heavens, etched with centuries of devotion. Stained-glass windows cast streams of colored light across the marble floor, while polished pews stretched toward a grand altar adorned with golden candlesticks and fra
The sun poured through my bedroom window, but the light did little to chase away the shadows in my mind. I sat on the edge of my bed, fingers wrapped tightly around my phone, staring at Jason’s missed call. It was like a ghost haunting me, a reminder of a past I was desperate to leave behind.I didn’t want to answer. Not now, not ever. But the sound of my phone buzzing again made my heart race. My walls, though cracking from Damien’s gentle persistence, were still firmly up when it came to Jason.⸻“Zara, are you ready?” Mum’s voice floated up from downstairs, cheerful and oblivious to the storm inside me.“Almost,” I called back, sliding my phone into my purse.Today was the first big public event since the engagement party—a charity gala hosted by the Kings family. It was all glamour and smiles on the surface, but beneath it was the silent pressure of expectations, and the weight of the past looming closer every second.⸻I slipped into a shimmering silver gown that hugged my figure
The morning after the engagement party, I woke to the dull ache of a headache and the weight of what lay ahead. I lay still, staring at the ceiling of my room, my thoughts swirling like a storm.How had my life come to this? A forced engagement to a man I barely knew, tangled in a web of family expectations and old wounds I hadn’t healed.My phone buzzed on the nightstand. A message from Damien: “Thinking of you. Hope you slept well.”I stared at the screen, unsure how to respond. In fact, I wasn’t even going to respond. Anything feeling building for that man? My plan was to kill it. I wasn’t ready for heartbreak number two. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him—or if I could even trust my own heart again.⸻Breakfast was tense. Mum was chirpy as usual, busy planning the next few weeks of parties, dinners, and social events. Theo and Ella exchanged sly glances, like conspirators in some game I hadn’t signed up for.Dad was his usual commanding self, asking after Damien’s plans and business sc
The day of the engagement party finally arrived, and I wasn’t ready. Not mentally, not emotionally. But there was no turning back now. The entire Quinn family and the Kings clan gathered at the grand estate—a mansion so vast and magnificent, it could have starred in movies or glossy magazines.I to
After all the pep talks from Mum, my sister, and Theo about how Damien was the perfect match for me and how we’d be a power couple, I was still unconvinced. Even after reminding Mum of his scandals, she just said I could “change him” once we were married. I practically rolled my eyes.Earlier, I ca
I woke up with a pounding headache, staring up at the glittering chandeliers.This is not my room.Then I felt it—a strong arm wrapped around me, mixed with the scent of manly cologne.I looked at him. He was sleeping, so handsome… but wait.Shit. I cursed as memories of last night came rushing bac
The loud music blasting from the club’s speakers banged through my ears, causing more heartache than healing.I stared at the whiskey in front of me, taking the third shot.“Do you plan on killing yourself?” Dante, my male best friend, asked.“Am I ugly?” I slurred, clearly drunk.“Don’t ask stupid


















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