All Chapters of Vegas Vows: A Billionaire's Gamble: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

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 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 7: (Sophia’s POV) The morning sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the new penthouse, golden and blinding, as if determined to remind me that this world Damien’s world — never slept. I stood by the enormous dining table, nursing a cup of coffee that had probably cost more than my favorite coat, trying to shake the uneasy feeling in my chest. Last night had been surreal. Moving again, stepping into this palace of glass and marble — it had all felt like crossing another invisible line I didn’t know existed. Now, barely twelve hours later, I was being whisked away to a private fitting for tonight's gala. Lila would’ve screamed with excitement if she’d seen the invitation from the couture house embossed with gold lettering. But for me, it just felt… heavy. The weight of pretending. Of performing. Of fitting into a life that wasn’t mine. --- The car ride to the atelier was silent except for the low hum of the engine. Damien sat beside me, focuse

Chapter 9: (Sophia’s POV)The ride back to the penthouse was quiet.Not the comfortable kind of quiet, but the kind that hummed with everything unsaid.The city lights streaked across the tinted windows, gold and silver smearing through the dark like watercolor. I watched them blur by, trying to steady my heartbeat, still erratic from what had happened at the gala.The way Damien had stepped forward. The edge in his voice. The sharp, unapologetic fury when he said, “Say one more word about my wife.”The words replayed in my mind over and over again.I wasn’t used to anyone defending me —not like that.My life had always been about survival, about keeping my head down and handling things myself. So when Damien — cool, composed, untouchable Damien — stood up for me without hesitation, it felt… foreign.Disorienting.And yet, a small part of me — the part I tried so hard to silence — was touched.I stole a glance at him from across the seat.He sat rigidly, one arm resting on the door,