Todos os capítulos de Signed, Sealed, Seduced?: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

DAMIAN I had spent years believing I knew exactly what I wanted, control, silence, a company that ran efficiently without depending on anyone, and a life where nobody could walk in and rearrange everything I had built. Marriage had never been part of that plan, neither had Tiffany Bennett. Yet there I was, standing in my grandfather’s study the morning before she was supposed to give him her answer, staring at the city through the floor to ceiling windows and thinking about the woman behind the sapphire mask.Tiffany. I still couldn’t believe it, out of every woman in New York, Richard had somehow found the one woman I had spent one unforgettable night with, the woman whose name I hadn’t known, the woman I had tried, unsuccessfully, to forget. I turned away from the window.“You knew.” I said Richard didn’t bother pretending he didn’t understand. “Knew what?”“That Tiffany was the woman from the masquerade.”A slow smile appeared on his face. “I had my suspicions.”“Yo

TIFFANY The rest of the engagement party passed in a blur, after Ashley walked away, I couldn’t stop thinking about her words.“Enjoy being his fiancée while you can.” I didn’t know her, yet somehow, she had looked at me as though I had personally taken something from her. The worst part was Damian’s reaction, the moment Ashley appeared, his entire demeanor had changed, he had looked angry, not surprised, not confused, but angry. And when she told him she still loved him, he had barely reacted. That should have reassured me, instead, it left me with more questions. Who exactly was Ashley Williams? And what had happened between her and Damian? I glanced across the ballroom, Damian was surrounded by several businessmen, speaking quietly with one of them. Every now and then, his eyes found mine, whenever they did, I remembered our conversation earlier.No feelings, no expectations, and no jealousy. It sounded so simple when we said it. But standing in a ballroom

TIFFANY Saturday arrived far too quickly, I spent most of the afternoon convincing myself that I wasn’t nervous. It was not a date, it was wedding preparation, there was a difference, a very important difference. Unfortunately, my heart didn’t seem interested in understanding that distinction. I stood in front of my mirror, looking at the dress I’d chosen for the evening. It was elegant without being overly formal, and I had kept my makeup simple. I stared at myself for a moment.“One evening,” I whispered. One evening with Damian. One evening where I would try on wedding dresses, pretend this entire situation was normal, and remind myself that this was a business arrangement.Nothing more. My phone buzzed, it was Damian, “I’m downstairs.” My stomach fluttered, as I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs. The moment I stepped outside, I stopped, Damian was leaning against a black luxury car, dressed in a dark suit with an open collar, and no tie. His sleeves w

TIFFANY“Let’s see how long your perfect little marriage lasts.” I read the message again, then again. My fingers tightened around my phone, Ashley Williams had done this there was no doubt in my mind anymore. She had threatened me at the engagement party, and now, less than twenty four hours later, my company was collapsing around me. One client could have been a coincidence, three could have been bad luck… but this? This was deliberate. I sat behind my desk, staring at the cancellation notices scattered across my computer screen, four major clients had withdrawn their contracts, two smaller clients had suspended ongoing projects, and one potential partnership had suddenly disappeared. Bennett Interiors had spent years building those relationships, yet Ashley had started destroying them in a matter of hours. My phone rang, I looked at the screen, Damian was calling, my heart immediately tightened. I let it ring, I couldn’t tell him… not yet. If Damian found out As

LEON I had always known there was a possibility that one day Tiffany would fall in love with someone else, I just never imagined she would marry him, there was a difference, a painful, brutal difference. For years, I had watched her date men who came and went, some lasted weeks, some lasted months, but none of them mattered.At least, not to me. Because whenever Tiffany called me after a bad date, whenever she complained about some idiot who didn’t appreciate her, whenever she laughed and rested her head against my shoulder, I had always told myself there would be another chance. Another day, another moment, I had time. I had known Tiffany since college. I had watched her grow from the stubborn girl who argued with professors into the ambitious woman who built Bennett Interiors almost from nothing. I had been there when she celebrated her first major contract, I had been there when she cried after losing one, I had listened to her talk about her dreams so many times tha