ANNA I’m still reeling from the video, the video of Damien intimate with the other lady still burns in my mind, but I force myself to stay calm. My heart feels like it’s been ripped out of my chest, but I can’t let that show. Not now. Not when we’re so close to the end of this nightmare. Every step feels like walking through molasses, slow and heavy, dragging me down. But I keep going. I have to. There’s no other choice.Damien is still seated, his face a mask of indifference, as if nothing has happened. As if that video, the one that’s tearing me apart inside, doesn’t exist. I honestly don’t even know why I am reacting like this. As he said this is a contract marriage.The wedding planner glances between us, her eyes filled with pity, but I refuse to meet her gaze. I’m not here for sympathy as I know the kind of person I agreed to marry.“Let’s just get through this,” I say, my voice sounding steadier than I feel. I don’t want to talk about the video, what I’ve seen, or what it mea
ANNA I slump onto the couch, the weight of the day pressing down on my shoulders. My mind is a storm of thoughts and emotions, each one more overwhelming than the last. I don’t know how much longer I can keep holding it together. I feel like I’m going to break.Lola sits beside me, her face etched with concern. She’s been by my side through everything, and right now, she’s the only person I can trust. The only one who truly understands what I’m going through.“I can’t believe this is happening,” I whisper, my voice shaky. “I can’t believe I am getting married to that nonchalant fellow Damien in a matter of seven days.” Lola reaches out, taking my hand in hers. “I know, Anna. I know. But you need to think about what’s best for you. Do you want to marry him out of just fulfilment because I honestly believe that he doesn’t deserve you. I suggest you call this charade of marriage off Anna, just take a good look at yourself, girl. You’re a shadow of yourself, you’re not even married yet
ANNAMy hands tremble as I stare at the phone, the weight of what I’m about to do crushing down on me. I’ve gone over this in my mind a thousand times, and yet, it feels impossible. How do I destroy Damine’s chances of getting access to his properties with a single phone call? I’ve spent the entire day pacing back and forth in my room, my thoughts a tangled mess. I can’t shake the feeling that I’m trapped, suffocating under the weight of something that was never supposed to happen. This wedding, this whole idea of Mr. Williams's last wish was about obligation, about fulfilling expectations that weren’t even ours to begin with.My heart races as I think about what I’m about to do. It’s not that I haven’t seen this coming—I’ve known for a while that things between Damien and me were off, that we were never meant to be.I take a deep breath and reach for my phone, my hand trembling slightly as I scroll to Mr Luis’s name. Just seeing his name there, so familiar, I press the call butto
DAMIEN“I will only agree to this marriage on just one condition Damien.”“Alright, what’s the condition?”“You end all your sexual escapades.”I choke on the bottle of water that I am drinking. I let out a cough “What do you mean?”“You heard me right Damien. You have to end all your sexual escapades for me to agree to marry you.”“You got to be joking Anna. This is too much for me. I love this way of living. Ending it is going to make me miserable.” I say in a teasing tone.“Damien I am not joking with you on this one. I am not going to marry you if you don’t stop this lifestyle of yours.” Anna tells me in an annoyed tone.“Ohh calm down wifey, why do you want me to end all my amazing and inciting sexual adventures? Why are you in love with me already” I question her curious as to why she’s demanding me to do such a thing. I feel like she has developed some form of emotions for me which I realised from the very day Mr Smith died. I don’t want my assumptions to be true because as I
DAMIEN“Shit,” I mutter to myself, dread creeping in. This is not how things were supposed to go.I stare at the message, the words blurring as my pulse quickens. “We need to talk.” That’s never good—my mind races, deciphering what Anna could know. The image in the text flashes through my mind again—me, that girl at the bar, too close, her hand on my arm, my laugh too careless. How the hell did Anna find out?I swallow hard, pacing the length of my living room, the phone clutched in my hand like it’s a lifeline. My gut twists with a sickening realization: this could ruin everything. Everything we’ve planned, for—is gone in an instant because of one stupid, meaningless night. I need to fix this, and fast.But how? My fingers hover over the screen, unsure of how to respond. A million thoughts rush through my head. I could deny it, say it was nothing, that the picture is misleading. But Anna won’t believe me. Admitting I messed up when I agreed to her condition, especially so close to t
ANNAI wake up with a heavy feeling in my chest, the weight of yesterday’s conversation with Damien still pressing down on me. I can’t shake the image of that photo, the way he was with her, so casual, so careless. The betrayal stings, but what’s worse is the uncertainty that’s settled in the pit of my stomach. Can I move past this and get married to him? Do I even want to fulfil Mr Williams Donovan’s wish?As I sit up in bed, the morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow around the room. I take a deep breath, trying to clear my mind. Today is supposed to be the final day of wedding preparations, but instead, it feels like everything is hanging by a thread. My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and I glance at it, half-expecting another message from Damien. But it’s just a reminder about our meeting with the wedding planner. A knot forms in my stomach as I think about facing Damien today. Part of me wants to cancel the meeting altogether, to avoid the confrontation
DAMIENThe moment I hit the "Post" button, it's like releasing a dam. I watch as the announcement about our wedding goes live, sending ripples across the internet. My phone immediately lights up with notifications—texts, emails, social media alerts—each one more overwhelming than the last.The invitation card that I chose for the post has our names nicely designed on it. Within seconds, the first wave of headlines starts to flood in, and I know the world is watching. I glance at my phone as the screen buzzes continuously, new alerts flashing faster than I can read them. Each headline feels like a punch, some more annoying than others:“Billionaire Damien Donovan Announces Wedding to Anna Smith—Is This the Event of the Year?”“Power Couple Alert: Damien Donovan and Anna Smith Set to Tie the Knot—But Will It Last?” “Damien Donovan and Anna Smith Wedding Announcement Breaks the Internet—What’s Next for the Business Mogul?”“Love or Obligation? Inside the Wedding of the Year”“Can Anna
ANNAI stare at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing the woman looking back at me. My eyes, once bright and full of hope, now seem clouded, weighed down by everything that’s happened. The decision to go through with the wedding feels like a chain wrapped around my chest, tightening with each passing day.I smooth down the fabric of my dress, a soft, pale blue that’s meant to evoke serenity but only serves to highlight the turmoil churning inside me. I take a deep breath, trying to centre myself. Today is the day I check out my wedding dress with Lola and the final wedding planning meeting with Damien and Mrs Scott. The wedding is in two days and at this point, there’s no backing out. I can’t help but think of the headlines, and the relentless media frenzy that’s followed us ever since we announced the wedding. Every news alert, and every social media post, feels like a fresh wound. I never imagined it would be this way judged by strangers who don’t even know me.I reach fo
Epilogue: Forever Begins NowThe sun sets over the Seattle skyline, casting a golden glow over the city that now feels like home in every sense of the word. I stand on the balcony of our penthouse, the gentle evening breeze brushing against my skin. My heart swells with a mixture of peace and gratitude as I watch Damien inside, laughing at something Miss Rosie said. His deep chuckle echoes through the house, a sound I have come to cherish more than anything.This is our life now. A life filled with love, laughter, and a kind of happiness I once thought I would never have.It has been a year since the chaos of Nicholas, betrayal, and uncertainty. A year since I thought I had lost everything, only to realize that love—real love—has a way of finding its path even through the darkest storms.Damien and I started over, not as a contract, not as a forced responsibility, but as two people who chose each other.“Mrs. Donovan,” Alex’s deep voice pulls me from my thoughts. I turn to see him le
DAMIENI pressed my thumb on her clit, thrusting in and filling her up inch by inch. She moaned even louder, crying my name.Her pussy clenched around my cock, and I was one-hundred percent sure that she was going to wring me dry.“Shit.” I leaned forward and sucked one of her brown nipples into my mouth before releasing it. “Fuck, you feel so good. So damn good.” My teeth grazed over her nipple, eyes darting up to find hers. Hers were squeezed shut, her breaths unsteady. “This is what you wanted, right?”“Yes,” she groaned.“You wanted me to fuck you like this? Take what’s always been mine?”“Yes!” she criedShe opened her eyes, and they begged me for something. I wasn’t sure if they were begging me to make her come, or begging me to come inside her. Whatever it was, it riled me up and made my blood boil. I lost all control when her big, brown eyes hooked me.I groaned, slamming my hips forward a little too roughly. She cried out, and I thought I’d hurt her, until she said, “Yes, Dam
It was about to happen.The moment we’d both been waiting for. Damien had already come, but somehow, he was still hard. He fisted his semi-stiff cock and stroked it in my face for a short while before ordering me to get back on the bed.I stood and turned around to climb on top of it.“Lie back and get comfortable.”I did my best, but none of this was really comfortable for me. It was all so new. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. Really, really happening.My biggest fear was that it would hurt. I looked at the size of him and knew it would be painful, but Lola had told me it only hurt in the beginning. Maybe for like two or three minutes. She said after that, it got better. I hoped she was telling the truth. I hoped I’d love sex, too.The candles flickered, the gold glow enhancing the dips and curves of his sculpted body. Cane was completely naked, and he looked absolutely delicious. I wanted to lick him from head to toe, trace his tattoos with my tongue and then take his
DAMIENHer pussy tasted better than I imagined it would. She was soft, warm, and sweet. Everything I’d hoped she would be. I fucking loved it, but the wait was killing me now. I was trying hard to stay patient and rein in my impulses, but she made me want to lose every single ounce of control. I wanted to get lost inside her—so lost that I didn’t have to find my way back.“Unzip my pants,” I demanded.Never had I been so impatient. I’d had plenty of women in my life, all of them desperate and ready to please me, but none of them were like Anna, my young beautiful wife. She was ready to satisfy me but still had her virginity. Her innocence was going to be mine soon.All mine.Grabbing at my belt, she pulled it off and then unbuttoned my pants. The zipper was slow to come down. Fucking torture.“You came hard for me,” I murmured, running my fingers through her hair. “Was it everything you imagined?”“Yes,” she sighed.I grabbed her hair, tugging on it lightly. “Pull my briefs down too.”
ANNALife has been very peaceful lately. I don’t feel alone at all since I have Damien and Miss Rosie. They’re the only family I have now. Lola disappointed me and I am honestly scared to make new friends.These past few days have been blissful with Damien and me getting to know more about each other and also having lots of foreplay. Who would have thought that the man I didn’t want to get married to some months ago is now my home and my world? His boyish smile, soft touches and kisses make me wet always. He is the man I didn’t know I needed.He’s been working a lot lately and I also recently started taking classes on interior design since that’s my newfound passion. Damien says I would do good in it as I transformed our bedroom beautifully.I push the door open and step inside, dropping my bag onto the small table by the entrance. A long sigh escapes me as I kick off my shoes, rolling my shoulders to ease the tension."Anna, welcome," Miss Rosie calls out from the kitchen, her usual
ANNAI honestly don’t know what came over me but the moment he cuddled me, I groaned when I tried to kiss the hollow of his throat."I want it," I said on his chin. "I want you, Damien. Please, don't stop."He cupped the back of my head, tangling rough fingers in my hair. He tugged on it, just enough to crane my neck and expose it."I know you want me, baby" he growled. His tongue swirled on the bend of my neck, and then he sucked, thrusting his cock between my thighs again, the thick weight of it still on my pussy. "You feel how hard I am for you?" he panted. "You make me so fucking hard."One of his hands slid down, and he shifted his hips sideways to push my panties aside. Oh, God. It was happening. It was really happening.The tip of his finger dipped inside the slit of my pussy and then glided up to my clit. I gasped and vibrated with pleasure when he slid his finger back down and slowly plunged into me."So tight and wet." His voice was heavy with desire. He thrust his finger i
DAMIENThe warmth of her body against mine lingers even as I lie awake, staring at the ceiling. Anna is asleep again, her breath slow and steady, her fingers still loosely curled around my hand as if she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she lets go.But I know she won’t sleep peacefully for long. Not with what I have to tell her.The weight of it presses down on me like a stone.Lola.How the hell do I tell my wife that I had her childhood best friend arrested?I exhale sharply and turn onto my side, watching Anna’s face in the dim light. She looks too exhausted to handle another heartbreak. But I know I can’t keep this from her.She deserves to know.And it’s going to hurt her.The sun spills through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Anna stirs beside me, stretching slightly before her eyes flutter open. She blinks up at me sleepily, a small smile touching her lips."Morning," she murmurs."Morning, baby," I say, brushing a strand of hair from her face.She nestles closer, r
DAMIENThe bar is dimly lit, the golden glow from the overhead lights reflecting off the half-empty glass of whiskey in front of me. I swirl the liquid absentmindedly, my thoughts far away from this place. Across from me, Evans leans back in his seat, his gaze fixed on me as if he can see straight through my mind."Talk to me, man," he says, breaking the silence. "You're drowning in your thoughts."I exhale sharply, rubbing my temples. "How do I even begin?""The beginning is always a good place."I let out a dry chuckle, shaking my head. "The beginning? If you had told me months ago that I'd be sitting here, thinking about a woman about Anna the way I am now, I would have laughed in your face."Evans smirks, taking a sip of his drink. "And yet, here you are, married and completely whipped."I shoot him a look, but he isn’t wrong. I lean back in my seat, staring into the darkened corners of the bar as memories flood in."When my father’s last wish made me marry her," I begin, my voice
DAMIENI sit on the edge of our bed, Anna’s tearful confession still echoing in my mind. Every word she shared about Lola, every betrayal she uncovered it’s a storm I’m barely holding back. She’s asleep now, her breathing shallow but steady. I don’t even dare to move too far; I’ve kept one hand on hers all night just to feel her warmth and reassure myself that she’s here, safe for now.But I’m not okay.Lola. Vanessa.Nicholas.The names feel like poison, burning through my veins. How could the person Anna trusted be so vile, so calculating? And to think Lola sent that text, the one that had Anna breaking down on the phone. My jaw tightens at the memory.I glance at the clock on my nightstand. It’s 3:42 a.m., but there’s no way I’m sleeping tonight.I carefully slip my hand from Anna’s and get out of bed, pulling on a sweater. My mind is already running scenarios, plans, and ways to quietly and efficiently end this. If I have to burn bridges or make enemies for life to protect her, so