Todos los capítulos de Married to the Cold Billionaire : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

The last person Aurora Lane ever wanted to see again was standing in front of her, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, oozing power and arrogance.Damian Blackwell."You look surprised to see me, Aurora," he said, his voice as smooth and cold as glass."I am," she shot back, crossing her arms to hide the way her hands trembled. "I didn't know loan sharks wore thousand-dollar suits."His lips curved into a smirk. "Still sharp-tongued, I see. But let's not pretend you didn't come here for help."Her cheeks burned. She hated that he was right."My father’s debt—" she began, but Damian cut her off with a wave of his hand."I'll take care of it," he said smoothly, leaning back in his chair like a king granting mercy. "But everything has a price, Aurora."She narrowed her eyes. "What kind of price?"He stood, walking slowly toward her. His gaze pinned her in place, dark and unreadable."Marry me," he said simply.Aurora blinked, thinking she misheard him. "Excuse me?""Marry me," Damian

The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of Aurora's new bedroom, casting a soft glow over the luxurious space. She stretched, momentarily disoriented, before the reality of her situation settled in. Today was the day she and Damian would debut as a couple at the black-tie charity gala.A soft knock interrupted her thoughts. Before she could respond, the door creaked open, revealing a petite woman with a warm smile."Good morning, Miss Lane. I'm Elise, your stylist for today."Aurora sat up, surprised. "Stylist?"Elise nodded, wheeling in a rack adorned with exquisite gowns. "Mr. Blackwell insisted on providing options for this evening's event."Aurora's fingers grazed the fabrics—silk, satin, chiffon—in hues ranging from classic black to deep emerald. Each dress was more stunning than the last.Hours later, after fittings, makeup, and hair styling, Aurora barely recognized herself. She chose a floor-length, off-the-shoulder emerald gown that complemented her complexion, pa

Aurora barely slept that night. Even after the heated tension between her and Damian dissipated, leaving her alone in the cold vastness of the penthouse, her thoughts refused to settle.She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every word, every look, every touch. There was something unspoken between them, something neither of them wanted to admit but both felt with undeniable certainty. And it terrified her.By the time the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, she gave up on rest. Slipping out of bed, she pulled on a robe and stepped out onto the balcony. The city stretched out before her, indifferent to her turmoil. The cold morning air sent a shiver through her, but she welcomed the distraction. The sounds of early traffic, distant sirens, and the occasional honk formed a background symphony to her tangled thoughts.She wrapped her arms around herself, exhaling slowly. This arrangement, this sham of a marriage, was never meant to be more than a transaction. But t