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The world outside the window blurred as we drove through the winding countryside roads, but I barely noticed. My mind was stuck in the aftermath of the attack. I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head—the gunfire, the chaos, the way Damian had moved without hesitation to shield me. He hadn’t just been fighting for survival; he had been protecting me. That wasn’t the Damian I thought I knew. He was supposed to be cold, ruthless, and detached. A man who saw this marriage as nothing more than a business transaction. But the man I had seen in the middle of that fight had been different. He hadn’t hesitated to put himself in danger. He had risked himself for me. I clenched my hands in my lap, my fingers still stiff from gripping that gun so tightly. I wasn’t naive. I knew men like him didn’t do things without a reason. He wasn’t some noble protector. He was a Volkov, born and raised to be a killer. But then why had he looked at me the way he did after the fight? Why had there
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The sound of my heels clicking against the marble floors echoed through the long hallway. I hadn’t slept much since the attack, but it wasn’t fear that kept me awake. It was the realization that, for all my hatred of this arrangement, I was still here. And I was still alive—because of Damian. I found him in the study, standing near the window with his arms crossed, staring at the darkened skyline. His suit jacket was draped over a chair, the sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled up to his elbows. He looked just as untouchable as ever. I hovered near the doorway, reluctant to step inside. He didn’t turn around, but I knew he had noticed me. He always did. "Couldn’t sleep?" he asked, his voice even. I exhaled slowly and leaned against the frame. "No." Neither of us spoke for a long moment. The silence was heavy, but not as suffocating as it used to be. I shifted on my feet before finally saying, "I know we don’t like each other." Damian let out a short, humorless laug
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The Volkov estate was nothing like home. It was grand, yes—almost overwhelming in its size and elegance—but it lacked warmth. The walls were cold stone, the chandeliers cast an eerie glow, and the air always carried a silence that made me feel like an outsider. Every step I took, I felt eyes on me, watching, waiting. I had been here for weeks now, yet I still felt like a prisoner. The wedding preparations moved forward, but I was barely involved. The decisions were made by others—Damian, his men, his advisors. I was just a pawn being placed in position. I hated it. So I wandered the halls aimlessly, craving something to make this place feel less suffocating. That’s when I found it. A door slightly ajar at the end of a dim corridor. I hesitated. I had been told which rooms were off-limits, and I had a feeling this was one of them. But the temptation was too strong. With a quick glance over my shoulder, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. It was nothing like the
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The discovery of the photograph refused to leave my mind. No matter how much I told myself to let it go, the image of the woman—her soft smile, the way her eyes mirrored Damian’s—kept surfacing in my thoughts. I found myself watching him more closely. His every movement, his every sharp remark, the way his hands sometimes clenched into fists when he thought no one was looking. It was like piecing together a puzzle, one that he never wanted anyone to solve. And yet, I couldn’t stop. --- The evening air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine and smoke from the fireplaces burning in the Volkov estate. I sat by the window in my room, staring out at the vast property. Everything here was so different from Italy—so controlled, so suffocating. I had been lost in my thoughts when I heard the sound of footsteps outside my door. They were heavy but deliberate, as if the person wasn’t sure if they should knock or walk away. A second later, a soft knock followed. I hesitated be
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The dress was suffocating. A deep shade of wine red, it clung to my body like a second skin, cinched at the waist and cascading down to the floor in elegant waves. It was beautiful, I couldn’t deny that, but it wasn’t me. It felt like a costume, another piece of armor I was expected to wear to survive in this world Damian had dragged me into. I stared at my reflection, adjusting the thin straps on my shoulders. The diamonds around my neck were heavy, but not as heavy as the weight of tonight’s expectations. A knock sounded at the door before it swung open without warning. Damian. Of course, he didn’t believe in waiting for permission. His sharp gaze swept over me, unreadable as always, but something flickered behind his cold blue eyes. Approval? Maybe. Annoyance? Definitely. “Hurry up,” he said, stepping back. “We don’t have all night.” I took one last deep breath before following him out. --- The event was a grand display of wealth and power. The ballroom was packed with m
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I stormed into Damian’s office without knocking. I didn’t care if I was interrupting him. The weight of my frustration had been simmering for too long, and I wasn’t about to let it fester any longer. “We need to talk,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. Damian didn’t even glance up from the document he was reading. His usual cold indifference only fueled my anger. “Isabella,” he said flatly, still focused on his paperwork. “I’m busy.” I marched forward, slamming my hands onto his desk. “I don’t care.” That got his attention. His head lifted, eyes locking onto mine, dark and unreadable. A warning flickered in his gaze, but I ignored it. I was tired of the games, the silent treatments, the walls he kept building between us. “What is it this time?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. “Another complaint about how you hate being here? Or how much you despise me?” I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms. “You think this is about me hating you? Fine. You’re impossibl
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The room was silent except for the crackling of the fireplace. The heat did nothing to warm the icy tension between us. Damian stood across from me, his posture rigid, his expression unreadable. I should have walked away. I should have let it go. But something inside me refused to. “Say something,” I demanded. His jaw clenched. “Like what?” I took a step forward, my heart hammering in my chest. “Like the truth.” His sharp eyes darkened. “The truth? The truth is, you shouldn’t have pushed me this far, Isabella.” “I wouldn’t have to push if you weren’t always shutting me out!” I snapped. His fingers curled into fists. “You think I do it for fun?” “I think you do it because you’re afraid!” His entire body tensed. “Afraid?” he repeated, his voice dangerously low. “Yes.” I met his glare without flinching. “You act like you don’t care, like nothing can touch you, but I see through it. You push people away because you’re terrified of losing them.” His nostrils flared, but before h
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For the past few days, something about Damian had changed. It wasn’t something obvious—his voice was still sharp, his posture rigid, his orders just as unyielding. But there were moments, brief flickers in time, where his mask seemed to slip. A hesitation before speaking, an unusual silence when I challenged him, a momentary softness in his eyes that disappeared as quickly as it came. I noticed it late at night, when the house was quiet. I had gotten used to the silence of the Volkov estate, the eerie stillness that settled over the halls after dark. But tonight, there was a shift in the air, something restless and uncertain. As I passed the study, I saw the faint glow of light seeping through the door. Damian was inside, sitting at his desk, staring at a glass of whiskey he had yet to drink. His face was unreadable, but there was something in the way he sat—shoulders tense, jaw clenched—that made me pause. I could have walked away. I should have. But something held me in place.
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As Damian and I continued to bask in the warmth of the moment, I noticed a soft sound coming from the door. My heart skipped a beat before I realized who it was. Nadia. She had probably been watching the whole thing through the hidden camera, waiting for the perfect moment to join us. Her timing was impeccable, as always. I barely had time to process her arrival before the door creaked open and she stepped inside, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Well, well, well,” she said, leaning casually against the doorframe with a smirk on her face. “It seems someone’s getting a little too comfortable in their new role as ‘Daddy.’” Damian, still sitting on the edge of the bed, shot her a surprised look before a sheepish grin spread across his face. He looked between Nadia and me, clearly caught off guard. “Nadia, you were watching the whole thing?” Nadia raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, her playful expression never faltering. “I may have had a front-row seat to the most beautiful mo
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Honeymoon in the Maldives.I never thought I’d get here, standing in the Maldives with Damian, of all people, by my side. It had been a long road to this moment. The wedding was everything I had hoped for, but the thought of a honeymoon—a trip where we could finally relax, away from all the chaos of our lives—felt surreal.The first day was everything I had expected and more. The sun hung lazily in the sky, its golden rays reflecting off the crystal-clear waters that stretched as far as the eye could see. The soft sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the warm breeze brushing against my skin—it all felt like a dream. Damian and I had been taken on a guided tour of the island. We swam in lagoons, explored lush green paths lined with flowers, and even fed tropical fish by the water. It was a perfect day. The kind of day I had always imagined, where nothing mattered except the beauty of the world around me and the person by my side.I could see the joy in Damian’s eyes as we exp
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Wedding Day. The morning of the wedding was nothing like I had imagined. In all the hours I spent dreaming about this day, I had envisioned the excitement, the butterflies in my stomach, the overwhelming feeling of love. What I hadn’t expected, though, was the stillness. The calm before the storm. I stood in front of the mirror, gazing at myself. The woman staring back at me wasn’t the girl who had been forced into a marriage for power. She wasn’t the same person who had been manipulated by her parents or the woman who had walked into the Volkov family’s world, frightened and uncertain of her place. The woman in the mirror was someone entirely different. Stronger. More confident. Someone who had fought for what she wanted. Someone who was ready to step into her future with a man who had shown her love and respect in ways she never thought possible. I ran my fingers over the fabric of my wedding dress, the delicate lace soft against my fingertips. The dress had been chosen with D
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It had been a whirlwind of emotions these past few months—wedding preparations, life changes, and the overwhelming shift in my heart as I had finally accepted the love Damian and I shared. But even amidst all the excitement, there was something unresolved. Something that had been lingering in the back of my mind for a long time now—my parents. I hadn’t spoken to them much since everything had unfolded. They had always kept their distance after the deal with the Volkov family had been struck. But now that my wedding was just around the corner, I felt like I needed to face them. Not as their obedient daughter, but as someone who had been wronged and yet, someone who had learned to forgive. I owed it to myself, to them, and to the life I had built with Damian. Damian understood. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy for me, but he promised he’d be there for me no matter what. The love I had for him had become something that felt unshakable, and I had learned to lean on him in ways I ne
