Semua Bab REVENGE AND DESIRE: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Heart pounding, Selene gripped the counter, staring at the man before her.He wasn’t just back. He was standing there like a king reclaiming his throne.He wasn’t the same after all those years. Now? He looked sharper. Tougher. The warmth she once knew in his eyes? Gone. Replaced by something cold. Lethal.“Damien...” Her voice barely made it out.His gaze dug into hers as he stepped forward, slow and deliberate.“Selene. You vanished. Like smoke,” he said, glancing around the small, run-down diner. “Was this it? Is this why you left me?”Amusement shimmered in his eyes. “Nah. You ran because guilt weighed heavy, huh?”Hands in his pockets, his stance relaxed—but defiant. “Looks like karma did its thing. Tell me, Selene—how’s it feel losing everything?”He didn’t know the full story. He didn’t care. He believed what he wanted to.“So, Damien... what do you want?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.His smirk widened—empty of humor. “Came to offer a deal.”Her eyes narrowed. “D

The wedding.A woman’s dream come true.Grand. Flawless.And yet to Selene, it felt like a gilded cage.The Lancaster Estate—if you could even call it that anymore—had been transformed into a palace. Gold-trimmed chandeliers dangled white roses. A soft classical melody drifted through the air. The world’s elite filled the marble hall, eyes gleaming with curiosity, whispers brushing against diamond necklaces and crisp tuxedos.But in front of a full-length mirror stood Selene.Dressed in a gown worth more than everything she'd ever owned. A perfect picture of elegance.Still, all she felt was trapped.Her hands trembled as she adjusted her veil, staring at her reflection—a woman cloaked in lace, yet naked in vulnerability.Behind her, Natasha stood stiffly, fingers wrapped tightly around her arm."Selene," she whispered urgently, eyes darting to the door, "You really don’t have to do this."Selene swallowed hard.“We can run. I’ll help you.”She’d dreamed of escape a thousand times—fan

CHAPTER 6: Days passed by,weeks, and months passed by and Selene had learned to survive in Damien’s world by keeping her head down and choosing her battles. But lately, something felt… off.It started with the hushed voices. She would walk into a room, and conversations would abruptly stop, suddenly. The staff in the penthouse would glance at her with unreadable expressions before scurrying away.Then there were the calls. Late at night, Damien’s deep voice would drift from his study, low and clipped. Whenever she approached, the door was always locked. Selene tried to shake it off. But Damien was a businessman. He had secrets. That had nothing to do with her.One evening, she was passing by his office when she heard her name.She froze.“…Selene Carter,” Damien’s voice was sharp. “Find everything you can.”Selene’s stomach twisted. “Find everything?” She whispered. She pressed closer to the door.There was A pause. Then Damien’s voice again.“I don’t care how deep you have to dig.

CHAPTER 8: The next day,in the penthouse, Selene was in her room, taking a look at the article on her phone… She stumbled upon a post which got her attention. “Billionaire Damien Blackwood’s whirlwind wedding to nobody Selene Carter? Sources say the marriage is nothing but a contract…”Selene blinked at the screen of her phone, her thumb trembling as she scrolled through the gossip blog’s post. There it was, in bold letters—their marriage contract was leaked. Not in full, but enough to cause a storm. Phrases like “no emotional attachment,” and “public image only” were quoted, hinting at everything Damien had sworn would remain buried.She sat alone on the cream-colored chaise in the penthouse’s study, the light from the large windows casting a golden hue over the polished floors, but all she felt was cold.The media would eat this up.Before she could process it fully, the double doors to the study swung open. Damien entered, phone pressed to his ear, a storm etched across his shar

CHAPTER 10The chandeliers in the ballroom dripped crystals like icicles, casting an opulent glow across the crowd of New York’s most powerful elites. Laughter, wine, and whispers mingled in the air. Everyone looked polished, dangerous, and ready for war beneath the sheen of wealth.Selene adjusted the neckline of her midnight blue dress, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. She could feel the weight of every stare, every camera phone subtly turned her way. Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she trailed a step behind Damien.“You’ll stay beside me tonight,” he murmured under his breath, just loud enough for her to hear.“I’m not your shadow,” she said, forcing a calm smile for the people watching them.He didn’t respond, just offered a cool smirk as he nodded to a passing investor. His hand never once touched hers. Not even to maintain appearances.Of course, she thought bitterly. He needed her here—not for affection, but to parade his trophy wife aroun