For a brief moment, neither of us speaks. Our eyes meet in shared surprise. Outside, I can hear muffled voices, quick and urgent, as the driver exchanges words with my security team. “What the hell was that?” Desiree asks.“I’m not sure,” I reply, all traces of flirtation gone. My instincts sharpen, the protective side of me kicking in. I don’t like surprises, especially not when I’m with her. “Stay here.” She narrows her eyes. “What do you think you’re doing, Caspian?”“Making sure everything’s fine.” I reach for the door handle, but she grabs my arm, her grip firm.“Oh no, you don’t,” she says. “You’re not leaving me alone in this car like some damsel in distress.”I can’t help the smirk that tugs at my lips. “You think you can handle what’s out there, Desiree?”“I think I can handle you, and that’s scarier than anything waiting outside.”She’s serious, and I can see the determination in her eyes.“Fine,” I relent, though I don’t like the idea of her stepping into uncertainty. “B
Desiree's POVI think someone needs to pinch me. Because this is a dream. It has to be a dream. Yesterday, I was just an ordinary girl, doing ordinary things and barely scraping by. Today, I’m cashing million-dollar checks, riding with a billionaire's entourage, saying yes to a contract marriage, and casually picking out wedding rings at Tiffany & Co. Who am I?Caspian’s hand rests on the small of my back as we enter, his guards moving into formation around us, like we’re royalty or something. “Good day, Mr. Hart,” a short, impeccably dressed man greets us with a smile, bowing slightly, as if he’s been waiting all day just for this. “Right this way, please.” He doesn’t hesitate; he already knows where to lead us. I blink, trying to make sense of it. I’ve been by Caspian’s side since he proposed. Not once did I see him make a call, send a text, or give any instructions. So how is everyone doing exactly what he wants them to do without instructions?Wait…“Caspian,” I say, “did you s
Our entourage pulls up to the marriage registry, and as we’re about to step out, it hits me—shotgun weddings have requirements, right?“Caspian,” I call out, hesitant, “I don’t think it’s possible to get married right now.”Caspian freezes. He was just about to press the button to alert his security detail that we're coming out. But now, those fingers have left the button and are now massaging his forehead, as though he has a headache.“Desiree,” he says, voice low and a little strained, “don’t back out on me now.”“Back out? What are you talking about?”He drops his hand from his forehead and moves closer, resting his palms on my lap. “I understand that seeing the building of the registry can be unnerving. But I’m here, my cherry. I'm with you every step of the way. You have no idea how much it means to me that you agreed to this. For the first time in a long while, I feel like I have someone on my side—someone who understands me. Yes, it might be a contract, but I still consider you
“No, Caspian,” I say for what feels like the hundredth time. “I’m not moving in with you.”He sighs. “You’re my wife now. What kind of wife lives in a separate house from her husband?”We’ve been going back and forth like this since we left the registry. The moment we got into the car, Caspian gave instructions for us to be driven home. But it didn’t take long for me to realize that the route we’re taking isn’t leading to my house. In fact, every passing street looks less and less familiar. The buildings outside blur together as I rack my brain, trying to figure out where he’s taking me. “Where are we going?” I asked, suspicion creeping into my voice.“Home,” he replied with that maddening calmness of his.“This isn’t the way to my house.”“No,” he agreed, not even looking phased. “It’s the way to your new home.”That conversation was minutes ago, and I’m still not in the mood to give in. I get it—we just got married, and usually, that means sharing a house, building a life together
Caspian's POVI'm a happy man. For the first time in forty-three years, I feel like I’m actually living. Desiree has made me realize that I've been unhappy all my life. I thought contentment was something I could buy, something I could control with power, money, and influence. But it turns out, happiness is more elusive than any of that—it’s found in the most unexpected places, like in the fire of a woman who challenges me at every turn.I watch her as she taps away at her phone, her brow furrowed in frustration as she tries to reach her best friend. She’s been dialing Jessica’s number for the past few minutes, and each time it goes straight to voicemail. The more it happens, the more her expression hardens, like she’s preparing for the worst. “Still nothing?” I ask, though I already know the answer.She shakes her head, her lips pressing into a thin line. “It’s weird. Jess never ignores my calls like this. Especially not after I tell her it’s important.” She punches in the number ag
The faint scent of something spicy fills the air. As Desiree flicks on the light switch, the scene that greets us in the living room is unexpected, to say the least. There, in front of the kitchen counter, a petite woman is swaying to a rhythm only she can hear, her back turned to us. Earbuds are snugly tucked into her ears, and she’s completely lost in her own world, stirring a pot of what looks like instant ramen while performing an energetic little dance.I glance at Desiree, raising an eyebrow. “I’m guessing that’s the infamous Jessica?”“Yeah, that’s her. Always a one-woman show.”Jessica spins around. Her eyes widen when she spots us standing in the doorway, and she nearly drops the wooden spoon in her hand. She yanks the earbuds out, blinking rapidly.“Desiree!” she squeals. “I didn’t hear you come in.”Desiree steps forward, hands on her hips. “I’ve been trying to call you for ages! You didn’t pick up, so I thought you’d disappeared on me or something.”Jessica waves a dismis
From the living room, I can hear Desiree and Jessica’s voices drifting through the half-closed door. They’re gossiping like high schoolers at a sleepover, and I can’t help but smile.“Oh my God, Dee, this is insane! You marry Caspian Hart out of nowhere, and then just casually show up in my kitchen like it’s no big deal? He’s so handsome. Like, really handsome. Is there a ring? Tell me there's a ring!”Desiree laughs and tries to hush her, but it’s no use. “Yes, there’s a ring, Jess. It’s Tiffany, of course.”I can practically hear Jessica’s gasp of delight. “Let me see it! You didn’t even think to show me before dropping the bombshell? Priorities, Dee!”“I was a little preoccupied with getting married!”Jessica’s voice drops slightly, becoming more serious. “But, Dee, what are you doing? You really married him? Like, for real?”There’s a pause, and I lean forward slightly, curious to hear Desiree’s response. When she finally speaks, her voice is softer. “I know it sounds crazy. It is
Desiree's POVCaspian is unusually quiet as we drive home. Home. Oh God, I’m already thinking of it as home. The reality sinks in, and it’s both dizzying and absurd. Everything happened so fast—the impulsive wedding, the whirlwind of emotions. But now, with the pace slowing down, I have the space to really process it, and it’s crazy. I’m sitting in my ex’s dad’s car, wearing a ring, married to him, and heading to a place I’ve never seen but now somehow belongs to both of us. And here’s the wildest part—I want him. I want him more than I should, more than makes sense.“Caspian,” I say, “how much longer?”He turns to me with a smirk. “Welcome back to life, Cherry. I thought you’d left me.”“Me? You were the one staring out the window, all brooding and mysterious.”“That’s because I was starting to think you were regretting this.” His voice drops, taking on that deep, velvety tone he uses when he’s trying to probe my feelings without coming right out and asking.I raise an eyebrow. “Reg