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The smell of coffee and freshly toasted bagels drifted through the penthouse, dancing with the sound of sizzling eggs. I stood at the stove, barefoot, flipping an omelet while Damian sat at the kitchen island scrolling through something on his phone.It had become a quiet rhythm, these mornings with him. The tension that once hung in the air like a storm cloud had softened, replaced by something quieter, something… warmer.“Evelyn, I would like you to accompany me to a children’s charity event tonight at 8 PM. Will you be able to join me?”Damien said whiles scrolling through his phone“sure” i repiled“Did you sneak goat cheese into my omelet again?” he asked, raising a brow.I smirked. “You liked it last time.”“I tolerated it,” he said, but I caught the slight lift at the corner of his mouth. A playful flicker I was seeing more often lately.“Liar. You cleaned your plate.”Damian was about to retort when his phone buzzed against the counter top. The name Chris flashed on the screen.
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I’ve always found comfort in creating. Whether it was through the careful stir of a simmering pot or scribbling quick notes in the margins of a food-stained notebook, cooking had always been more than just nourishment to me. It was storytelling.So when Damien casually mentioned again over coffee one morning that I should share my recipes online, I hesitated. “You think people would actually want to follow me for that?” I’d asked, sipping slowly.He’d smirked at me from across the kitchen counter, one brow raised. “Eve, come on. You’re basically a walking Pinterest board. If you don’t post those recipes, someone else will—and then I’ll be forced to pretend I like someone else’s food.”I rolled my eyes, but his teasing tone was oddly encouraging. His belief in me—real or not—had a way of sinking in, settling beneath my skin. Later that day, I found myself arranging a flat-lay of my brunch, jotting down the recipe, and uploading it to a new Instagram account called Eats with Evelyn.To
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Damien povThe past few days had been a blur of tension, damage control, and emotional static I couldn’t quite shake.It all started when Lawrence—my half-brother—decided to get cozy with a primetime talk show host and vomit our family drama on national television.I’d seen it live. Watched with clenched fists as he dragged my name across the screen like it was some pawn in his tragic sob story. Spun tales of me being a “corrupt heir,” a “silver-spoon narcissist” who didn’t deserve to inherit Blackstone. His delivery was polished, charismatic even, and laced with just enough truth to make the lies sting harder.The phones started ringing before the credits rolled. Investors, journalists, our PR team.But the worst call came from my mother.“I TOLD YOUR FATHER NOT TO BRING THAT BOY INTO OUR LIVES!” she shrieked into the phone, no hello, no warning. “But no, he just had to play savior—had to ‘do the right thing.’ And now look at the mess!”“Mother—” I tried.“Don’t you ‘Mother’ me. I sw
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Evelyn povThings were finally starting to settle after a few chaotic days—the whole Lawrence drama, the unexpected leak prank—everything had thrown us off balance. But Damien, ever the calm in the storm, somehow managed to regain control of the situation and smooth things over. It felt like the first real breath of peace in days.It was just another quiet Sunday morning, sunlight spilling lazily through the curtains, when Damien turned to me with that familiar spark in his eyes and said, “Get ready—I’ve got somewhere to take you.”His tone held that mysterious edge that always made my heart race just a little fasterI should’ve known something was up when Damian added for me to “wear something comfortable but nice.” Those were the kinds of instructions you gave someone you were trying to impress, not someone you were fake dating to get your mother off your back.Still, I found myself slipping into a soft linen dress and pulling my hair into a loose bun, not for him, obviously. Just…
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It was Monday morning, and the warm sunlight spilled into the room through sheer curtains, gently coaxing me out of sleep. For a second, I didn’t want to move. My body ached in that lazy, pleasant way that follows a day spent walking, laughing, and feeling like the world wasn’t such a complicated place. Yesterday with Damien had been… nice. Too nice, maybe. It had felt real. Too real for something that was supposed to be fake.I stretched beneath the covers, staring at the ceiling with a soft smile tugging at my lips. The way Damien looked at me when I wasn’t paying attention, the little gestures—opening doors, taking my hand when we walked along the shoreline, and the way he let me ramble about the best beach snacks—played like a movie montage in my head.We’d gone to the beach. One of his beaches, apparently. He owned it. That still hadn’t quite sunk in. Who just owns a beach? Damien, apparently. And yet, despite how surreal that should’ve felt, it had been peaceful. Calm. Just the
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The ride through Manhattan was something else.My mom sat beside me like she was going to a royal gala instead of just visiting her daughter’s… totally fake relationship penthouse. She had this air of “I’m not impressed” plastered on her face, but her eyes betrayed her. They were darting around like a kid in a candy store. I caught the little smile tugging at the corners of her lips and the way she subtly leaned toward the window every time we passed something remotely shiny.“Still the same old buildings,” she said, flicking a hand toward the skyline. “Little more glass, that’s all.”“Mhm,” I replied, biting back a smirk. “Totally normal street. Just happens to house… you know, multi-million-dollar penthouses. No big deal.”She gave me a side-eye like I was trying to pull something over on her. She wasn’t wrong. I was.But I was also enjoying the game.When the car slowed to a stop, the doorman rushed to open my door with a professional nod. Mom stepped out like she was used to this
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If I’d ever doubted Damien’s ability to perform under pressure, that doubt evaporated the moment he extended the bouquet toward my mom.“For the most beautiful woman in the room,” he said with a megawatt smile that could sell toothpaste to a shark.My mom blinked. Then blinked again. Then did the thing where she tilted her head slightly and raised her eyebrows in that “okay, I’m listening” kind of way.“You’re charming,” she said, eyeing the bouquet before taking it. “Dangerously so.”“I try,” Damien replied smoothly, removing his suit jacket like he’d done it a hundred times in this very hallway—which, knowing him, maybe he had. He was that kind of guy. Effortless.I gave him a warning glance over my shoulder as I walked back to the kitchen. “Don’t lay it on too thick.”He winked. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”Dinner was already filling the penthouse with the comforting scent of garlic, herbs, and butter. My mom placed the flowers in a vase—because yes, apparently this place had vases just
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