Astrid's POV"W-What?" I stuttered. "I don't understand.""It's not about you understanding or not, Astrid. What matters is I've realized I have feelings for you. I'm catching them real fast. I want to try to have something real with you.""Oh," was all I could say. It wasn't an everyday thing to have your husband—no, contract husband—tell you he is falling for you.Damien's gaze was intense, making my skin crawl, and my stomach fluttered. When I had joked at the beginning that I would make him fall for me, I didn't think it would be this easy. I mean, I hadn't even started on that aspect yet. I was still thinking of what to do with Fiona and Adrian. How come he's already falling?"Damien, I think you're mistaken, okay? Maybe you think you're falling for me just because you haven't had, you know—"Damien shook his head. "I knew you would say something like this, Astrid. I am not mistaken about this. It is not new. I have had these feelings for a while, and I have been conflicted and f
Astrid’s POVFiona-my adopted sister- was the first to welcome me to the conference room. “You are going to ace this, Astrid. I’m rooting for you.” She smiled at me, holding my fingers.“I hope so, Fiona. I worked hard for this.” I sighed, squeezing her hand back. She was just the support I needed.Minutes passed and my dad walked into the elegant boardroom, I stilled, anxiety taking over me so much that my palms got sweaty. this was the long awaited moment. However, when he uttered his first sentence, betrayal rocked my being. My chair flew back as I rose to my feet. “What are you saying, Dad?” I gritted out.“Please behave yourself Astrid.” He barely glanced at me and his hand beckoned to Fiona. “Come here my brilliant gem." It seemed like the world was crashing down on me, when I heard his words.“Right here and now, I declare Fiona, my lovely daughter, as the new CEO.” My dad spoke, breaking my heart.“But Dad…” My lips trembled, and I gripped the table hard, “How can you do thi
Chapter twoAstrid's POV Instead of the pain and impact I expected, a strong hand grabbed me, pushing me violently to the other side. We both fell, tumbling to the sidewalk and rolling off. The person who had saved me wrapped me in his warm embrace, as if to shield me from scraping my skin against the concrete.My breathing halted as I took in his face mere inches from mine, his gaze locking onto mine. He held it for what seemed like forever.Woah. This guy is an adonis. He's so attract- "Are you crazy, you foolish girl? Why would you stand in the middle of the road?" The driver of the car that almost killed me exclaimed as onlookers rushed toward the scene. "Do you want me to be the one to kill you? Let me tell you that you’ve failed, okay? Although I wish you’d have died to have one less fool to worry about." My heart beat spiked. I was still not over the shock of almost dying, yet this man was being so rude. The stranger, whose arm was still around my waist, stood up, grabbed m
Astrid's POV"What?" I demanded, my brows knitted together."I think you heard me the first time. Marry me, and I'll help you get your revenge. Don't worry, it won't be forever. Just a couple of months."What the hell? What does he think marriage is about? It isn’t just a playdate in the park. It’s sacred! Whether forever or not!"I'm sorry. I won't marry you. If that's the only way to get revenge, then... I'm not interested.""Your choice. But..." He handed me his card, a smirk playing on his lips. "Call me when you change your mind, which I know will be soon." After saying this, he stared at me for a few seconds, then turned on his heel and walked toward his car, his guards following closely behind.My mind was racing. Where would I go after this? All my income was under Dad's control. I couldn't go back to the family mansion, so I was homeless. But if I marry him... I could have a place to stay while planning my revenge.I shook my head, trying to drive the thought away. But the th
Chapter 4Astrid's POV As soon as I stepped out of my room the next afternoon after I slept in, my eyes widened. A group of stylists and make-up artists gathered around me, carrying numerous items I'd never seen. “Good afternoon, ma’am! We’re here to prepare you for the party tonight,” one of them greeted in a professional manner. What party? I wanted to ask but chose to keep my mouth shut. A few hours later, they stopped doing their work and left. My jaw dropped as I glanced at myself in the mirror, seeing a more stunning version of myself staring at me. I descended the staircase, wondering to myself what compliment Damien would give me. As I reached the bottom, I saw Damien standing there, dressed to perfection in a black three-piece suit, his hair gelled back. Wow, how can a man look so yummy? He glanced up at me, and instead of the compliment I'd hoped for, he just turned and walked to the car without a word. "I'm opening a new hotel today, so it's the perfect opportunity
Astrid's POVThe whole ride home, I kept peering at Damien under my lashes. He looked as impassive as ever, his eyes focused on his phone, the light reflecting from it giving me a beautiful glimpse of his face. He hadn't spoken to me after what happened at the party, and I was getting frustrated because I now felt like it was my fault.As we walked into his mansion, I decided that I had had enough. I was going to apologize, although I know I did no wrong. If I were given the opportunity to save someone's life again, I would.As Damien walked towards his room, my hand shot out to grab his wrist. He turned to me, arching a brow.I inhaled, the words feeling heavy in my mouth. "I—I am so sorry about what happened at the party. If I had known, I would have chosen a different approach. Please forgive me."His jaw clenched, as if he was fighting to keep his composure, and he turned away from me."Just go to sleep, Astrid. It’s late."With that, he walked away, leaving me feeling even more f
Astrid's POVA million questions ran through my mind, a lump tightening in my throat as I stared at the woman standing before me in the kitchen. What had she just said? She was Damien's wife? But I was Damien's wife! Was he polygamous? But that wasn’t part of the agreement."Are you daft?" she shouted, placing her expensive Louis Vuitton bag on the kitchen counter and walking towards me. "Why am I even asking? You're a new maid, right?"I just stared at her, not responding. I didn't come here to deal with rude, stuck-up bitches."As if the incompetent ones here weren't enough already, he just had to add a deaf and mute one?"That hit a nerve, and I couldn't bite back the retort that escaped my lips. "I wish I were deaf so I wouldn't have to hear your voice."Her face grew red, and she stormed towards me as though ready to strike. "Oh my gosh, what is that disgusting smell?"The corn was beginning to boil, so the aroma was quickly filling the room. While it felt enticing to my nostrils
Astrid's POVI spun around fast, my muscles tensed. "What the hell did you say?"Damien stares at me, unbothered. "Take off your shirt," he repeats slowly, as if I hadn't heard him before."I heard you the first time, you shameless pig!" I exclaimed, my face turning red. "I thought you said no affection at home. Now you want me to please you while—""Do not test me, woman. I am not in the mood for any of your stupidity," he spoke through gritted teeth.I opened my mouth, but he didn’t let me speak. "Here," he said, pulling my hand, opening my palm, and placing a bottle in it. "Since you are too proud, take care of your own injury. And don’t come crying to me afterward."I glanced down at the object he placed in my palm. It was an ointment for burns. I bit my lip, awkwardness quickly taking over the atmosphere in the room. He clearly wanted to help me, and I just had to be rude. Great, Astrid! Just great."Uh, I, uh," I stuttered, heat rising to my cheeks. "I’m sorry, I didn’t know you
Astrid's POV"W-What?" I stuttered. "I don't understand.""It's not about you understanding or not, Astrid. What matters is I've realized I have feelings for you. I'm catching them real fast. I want to try to have something real with you.""Oh," was all I could say. It wasn't an everyday thing to have your husband—no, contract husband—tell you he is falling for you.Damien's gaze was intense, making my skin crawl, and my stomach fluttered. When I had joked at the beginning that I would make him fall for me, I didn't think it would be this easy. I mean, I hadn't even started on that aspect yet. I was still thinking of what to do with Fiona and Adrian. How come he's already falling?"Damien, I think you're mistaken, okay? Maybe you think you're falling for me just because you haven't had, you know—"Damien shook his head. "I knew you would say something like this, Astrid. I am not mistaken about this. It is not new. I have had these feelings for a while, and I have been conflicted and f
Astrid’s POVWe sat at dinner that evening, but even though Myra and I had spent a few hours cooking to make it perfect, I couldn't eat. The cooking had just been a way to distract myself from thinking too much, but it had almost ended with me chopping off my fingers.Now, I had a little plaster around my middle finger on my right hand, which I prayed Damien wouldn't see and make a fuss over. Well, it's not like there's anything to make a fuss about. It's just a little cut. I've had worse.I was struggling to eat. The food itself tasted ugly in my mouth, which was a first because I deeply appreciated food and would never want to see it wasted.My actions didn’t go unnoticed because Damien started staring—so hard I almost slapped his face. Why couldn't he just go back to wherever he came from with his girlfriend?The clause in the contract did say I wasn't allowed to date or my money would be slashed. It didn't say anything about him not being allowed to. So, he hasn’t done anything wr
Astrid's POVI had just finished taking a bath when Myra knocked on my door."Hello, Astrid? Mrs. Tiffany is here.""Oh, Tiffany. Okay, I'll be right out," I said, hurrying to put on my clothes and go welcome her—in the right way this time.Five minutes later, I walked down the stairs to where she sat in the living room, wearing the same dress she had on when she came here before."Tiffany!""Oh my God, Astrid," she rushed toward me, hugging me as if we were mother and daughter. "Thank you so much, Astrid. From when I first saw you, I knew you really were an angel in my son's life. Now I can confirm it. I'm so grateful, Astrid."I nodded at her, and we both smiled."Do you need help settling in?""Oh, you really want to help me?" She acted so enthusiastically I wondered if loneliness could make people like this—how long had it been since someone aided her or kept her company?"Yeah, I can help you. I mean, I'm not doing anything now.""Thank you so much.""Of course, let's go. Did Dam
Chapter 45Damien's POVAstrid was making me break my boundaries. Yes, she hadn’t made me forgive Tiffany, but just allowing her to live in my house was a big step—one I would never have taken if Astrid wasn’t here to speak to me.Of course, I meant what I said. If Tiffany tried anything, especially toward Astrid, I wasn’t going to forgive her this time. She could hurt me all she wanted, but if she ever tried to touch Astrid or even look at her the wrong way, I would make her regret ever stepping foot back into my life.I was now supposed to call Tiffany and let her know she could stay with me. Astrid offered to do it, but I told her it would be best if I did it myself so I could warn Tiffany properly. Astrid would just end up being super friendly with the woman.As I was on my way down to the hotel where Tiffany was staying, my phone rang. Picking it up, I saw Arthur Marshalls number.“What!!”“Oh,. Hey, son-in-law.” The lewd man laughed on the other end.“Nothing is funny, Arthur. H
Astrid's POVI was almost at my room, just a few doors away, when Damien's wrist shot out, grabbed mine, and he slammed me up against the wall. It happened so fast before I could even blink."Damien, what are you doing?" I breathed out, gulping.He didn't respond immediately. Instead, he leaned in, and I heard him inhale. Wait... was he sniffing me?"I should be asking you that, Astrid. What do you think you're doing?""I'm going to my room."He rolled his eyes. "Yes, going to your room. Do you have to run to get to your room?""Uh, yes, I have to. The doctor said it is very important for me to run so that the exercise will make my body–""What doctor, Astrid? Stop lying."He flicked my nose. I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest. "Why are you following me?""Because you're running.""I was running because I wanted to get to my room and do something urgent."Damien smirked. "You didn't seem to be in a hurry when you were ogling me from the door to my room." Then, taking my earlobe
Astrid's POVThe whole room remained silent after Tiffany's declaration. Damien stilled on the steps where he had been ascending. I stared at the woman, watching her lower lip wobble, and soon, tears flowed down her face like a stream."Son, your mother is going. In a few months, I won’t be here anymore."I awaited Damien’s response to her, knowing that at this point, he would have to calm down and let them talk things out.But he faced ahead, his hands gripping the railing so tight I could see them turning red from where I stood. Then he uttered words I never thought I would hear someone say to their mother."Tiffany, dying?" He scoffed. "I’m afraid you died a long time ago to me. Let’s just assume you never came back and you’ve always been dead."Tiffany let out a loud wail while Damien continued ascending the stairs until he disappeared from her sight. His mother broke down, falling to the floor while holding her head in her hands.I rushed toward her, helping her up to the sofa wi
Damien's POVI couldn't wait to be done with all the work before me and go home.Normally, I worked on weekends. I worked every day of the week, from 6 a.m. to 6 p.m. And even when I got home, I still managed to do some work.But since Astrid came into my life, I had been feeling like leaving everything in the hands of others and just staying home with her.Which was why I was happy she worked with me now—because just being with her made all my problems go away.Unfortunately, this time, here I was on a weekend, stuck on a puzzle I was trying to fix regarding some people who had been trying to sabotage my ventures in different parts of the country. Most likely the same people who had tried to poison guests at my hotel.That wasn’t the annoying part.The annoying part was the idiot sitting across from me, making all the noise in the world and making me wish I could bash his face into the wall and not be held accountable."For the last time, Adam, will you stop being so noisy? You're gi
Astrid’s POVI had just finished plating our breakfast when Damien walked downstairs, already dressed in his suit and holding his briefcase, ready for work.His cologne hit me hard as he stepped closer, my hairs standing at attention. He wrapped an arm around my waist and leaned his head into the crook of my neck, sending warmth curling up my belly."Damien, why are you dressed?""Work," his muffled voice mumbled."Damien, it's the weekend. Aren't you supposed to stay home? And by the way, after what happened yesterday, shouldn't—""Something happened yesterday? What was that?" he asked, making me pause.Was he being serious? A frown formed on my face. Maybe he really didn't remember what happened last night at the cottage.I guess I really have to speak to the driver about this. Or Auntie and Uncle."Nothing. Nothing happened. Have breakfast before leaving.""Sure, I wasn’t going to go without it anyway," he responded and sat down. I served him and served mine too.After eating, he k
Astrid's POVThe moment the first drop of rain touched my cheek, I knew I was done for. Damien still hadn't moved, and the thunder was rumbling so loud, I knew it would be a heavy rainfall."Damien, come on, we need to go."The cars rolled up to our side. The elderly driver of the car, whom I had been scolding to let me go, stepped out."Ma'am, is everything okay?"I turned to him, my tears mixing with the rain. One of the drivers brought out an umbrella and quickly covered us, to which I gave a nod of gratitude."He's not moving. I don't know what's wrong."The wind was howling wildly, and even the umbrella flapped around. I knew it wouldn't take long before it would get broken."We need to go home.""I'm sorry, ma'am, but I don't think it is possible for us to go home in this weather. The storm is too strong. We can rest at the cabin."I glared at the man. Was he crazy? That's someone's home. He didn't just expect us to intrude."Do you know what you're saying? We should drive home