All Chapters of Falling for my Saviour: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Aria’s POV It felt strange walking beside him like this. It was late, and everything around us was still, the kind of quiet that makes every footstep sound too loud. Damien walked a few steps in front, jacket slung over his arm, shirt sleeves folded to the elbows, his hands deep in his pockets the wind brushing through his hair. I didn’t ask where we were going. I already knew. I just walked beside him, not too close, not too far, the sand soft under my bare feet, the hem of my dress brushing the ground. We had walked in silence for almost ten minutes before I realized where he was leading me. Up ahead, beneath a half-open shade built from pale wood and draped fabric, a table waited two chairs, candles set inside glass bowls. When I saw the glow in the distance , the table set for two I almost laughed. It looked like something out of another life, one that belonged to people who hadn’t seen the things we had. For a second I thought maybe he was joking, but then I saw his express

Aria’s P.O.V When the noise of the reception finally faded, I felt the silence stretch through the house like a long exhale. The staff had gone, the lights outside dimmed, and the sound of the sea had softened into a rhythm that no longer tried to compete with the music. I stood for a while at the doorway, still wearing the dress everyone had called perfect. The pearls along the sleeves caught what little light remained. The train brushed against the floor each time I shifted, as if reminding me that the night wasn’t over yet. Damien was standing near the open windows. The curtains swayed faintly behind him, and the faint line of his shoulders looked heavier now that there was no one left to see him pretend. He didn’t turn when I entered. His hands rested on the frame as if he needed the weight of it to stay still. I waited for him to speak first, but he didn’t. I moved a little closer, the sound of my dress whispering against itself. I was close enough to see the tension in h

Damien’s POV She was standing by the window when I walked in. Morning light slipped through the blinds, cutting across her in soft lines that caught the edge of her skin, her hair, the pale curve of her neck. She didn’t see me at first. She was just there, quiet, arms folded loosely, watching something outside that probably didn’t matter. I told myself to keep walking, to go straight to the study, to not look too long. But I did. I stopped. And I just watched her. Her robe hung loose around her waist, the tie barely holding it together. Beneath it, I caught the faint shape of her body through the thin fabric. The light turned everything into suggestion the curve of her hip, the soft rise of her chest as she breathed, the line of her collarbone peeking through. It hit me then, that slow ache that starts somewhere in your chest and spreads lower until it becomes heat. I’d felt it before, but never like this. Not when she was this close, this unaware, this painfully human in fr

Aria’s POV We left the courtroom together. The hearing was over, but everything still felt unfinished. The noise inside had faded behind us, replaced by the heavy quiet that follows when people stop pretending to care. Damien walked beside me, his shoulders straight, his eyes forward, the kind of calm that never really is. My heels clicked against the tiles. I didn’t know where to look, so I just focused on moving. The floor felt too smooth, my legs too weak. I wanted to disappear before anyone else could stare, before someone asked me how it felt to lie and call it truth. Then his hand brushed mine. I thought it was an accident at first. But when I didn’t pull away, he didn’t either.It was so light I almost didn’t feel it at first, but the moment my skin caught his, something inside me paused. His fingers slipped around mine, slow and certain, like he’d made the decision long before his hand even reached for me. My pulse jumped, fast and loud in my chest. He didn’t look

Aria’s POV It had been hours since the verdict, but I still felt that hug on my body like it had only just happened. My skin remembered the weight of his arms before my mind even caught up. I kept replaying it even though I told myself I shouldn’t. It didn’t matter how many times I blinked or tried to think of something else. The way he held me kept coming back. He didn’t hold me like someone being dramatic or looking for attention. He held me like someone who had been holding everything in for too long and finally broke open for a moment. Like he had needed that hug more than breath. And I didn’t know what to do with that feeling, because something inside me answered it immediately, and that reaction scared me more than any of the courtrooms or cameras. When we got home, everything felt different in a way I couldn’t explain. The house looked the same. The walls, the floors, the furniture all the same. Nothing had changed physically, but something in the air between us felt com