The plan for revenge

Sofia's POV

I wrapped my arms tightly around myself, clutching my coat as though it could protect me from the ache spreading through my chest. How could he? I thought bitterly, my jaw clenching. How could he toss me aside so easily? I had given him everything, my trust, my heart, and even my body, sex can't keep a man cause what style did I not give him and yet, he discarded it like it was worthless.

I stopped walking, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts. I leaned against a lamppost, my mind spinning. I couldn’t let him get away with this. I needed to make him feel the pain I was feeling, make him regret every moment he’d spent betraying me.

That’s when I remembered him....Damien Blackwood. I had met him at a party months ago, a mysterious, wealthy man who’d shown clear interest in me. At the time, I had been too consumed with my relationship to even consider him. But now? Now, Damien might be exactly what I needed.

I pulled out my phone, my fingers trembling slightly as I scrolled through my contacts. Finding his number still saved, I hesitated before pressing the call button. It rang twice before his deep, smooth voice filled my ear.

“Sophia,” he said, his tone laced with surprise. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

I took a steady breath. “Damien, I need your help.”

There was a brief pause, then he spoke again, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Oh? And what kind of help would that be?”

I tightened my grip on the phone. “I need to make someone pay. Someone who hurt me.”

The silence stretched on the other end, longer this time. When he finally spoke, his voice dropped so low, almost predatory. “And what exactly are you proposing?”

I closed my eyes, steeling myself for what I was about to do. “A contract marriage. One year. I’ll be your wife in name only, and in exchange, I need your resources to destroy him.”

Damien chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “Sophia, Sophia… you’re full of surprises, I hope you know that. A contract marriage, huh? And what makes you think I’d agree to that?”

My pulse raced, but my voice dropped to a whisper. “Because you’ve always wanted me. And this is your chance to have me... even if it’s just for a year.”

Another long pause. Then Damien spoke again, his voice calm but laced with undeniable hunger. “You’re right. I have always wanted you. And I’m willing to play your little game, but only on one condition.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Name it.”

“You’ll be mine, Sophia,” he said, his voice dark and possessive. “In every sense of the word. I won’t just be your husband in name. For one year, you’ll be my wife, in mind, body, and soul.”

A cold wave of doubt swept over me, but I quickly shoved it aside. Was I really willing to do this? To give myself to Damien, just to get revenge on Jake? But then I thought of Jake’s smug face, the way he’d looked at me with disdain. And the doubt vanished, replaced by a chilling resolve.

“Deal,” I said, my voice steady.

“Good,” Damien replied, satisfaction dripping from his words. “I’ll have the contract drawn up. We’ll meet tomorrow to sign it.”

The line went dead. I stared at my phone for a long moment, feeling the weight of what I’d just agreed to. I had just signed my life away to a man I barely knew, all in the name of vengeance.

The next day, I stood in front of Damien’s penthouse, my heart racing. I pressed the buzzer, and the door swung open to reveal him standing in the doorway, his smirk as confident as ever. His tall, lean frame was draped in a tailored suit, and his dark eyes scanned me with that unsettling, almost predatory gaze that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Sophia,” he said, his voice smooth and velvet-like. “Come in.”

I stepped inside, the click of my heels echoing on the marble floor. The penthouse was sleek and modern, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the city. Damien gestured to the leather sofa, and I sat on the edge, my hands clenched in my lap.

“The contract is ready,” Damien said, sliding a thick stack of papers across the table toward me. “Take your time. Read it carefully.”

I picked up the contract, my fingers trembling as I flipped through the pages. The terms were clear... I would be his wife for one year, in exchange for his resources to destroy Jake. My heart pounded as I read through the details, and by the time I reached the last page, my breath caught in my throat.

I hesitated for a moment before picking up the pen. Damien’s voice broke the silence.

“Last chance to back out. Once you sign, there’s no going back.”

I met his gaze, the intensity in his eyes making my pulse quicken. I thought of Jake, of the betrayal, and my resolve hardened. I signed the contract with a flourish, the ink dark against the white paper.

Damien took the contract from me, his fingers brushing against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. He signed his name, then set the pen down with a satisfied smile.

“Congratulations, Mrs. Blackwood,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Looks like you’re mine now.”

My breath caught in my throat. I had just signed away my life, my body, for revenge. And as I looked into Damien’s dark, predatory eyes, I couldn’t help but wonder: what had I just gotten myself into?

Damien stood, his movements smooth and controlled. He held out his hand to me. “Come,” he said, his tone commanding. “Let’s seal our arrangement.”

I hesitated, but then placed my hand in his. He pulled me to my feet, his grip was so firm I didn't know when I stumbled slightly, my body brushing against his. The heat between us was undeniable, and I could feel the tension building.

“From this moment on, Sophia,” he whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my skin, “you belong to me.”

A shiver ran down my spine, and I felt both panic and something darker, something thrilling. As he leaned in and kissed me, I felt my body melt against his, the world around us fading away. So this is my life now.

this is how I got married to a mysterious man