All Chapters of Married to the Heir : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Damien Lancaster stepped into the dimly lit bar, rolling his shoulders as he took in the scent of whiskey and faint traces of cigarette smoke. Here, in this rundown place on the outskirts of the city, no one knew who he was. No one cared. And that was exactly what he wanted.He wasn’t Damien Lancaster, heir to the billion-dollar Lancaster empire. The cold, powerful family that built their fortune through ruthless business tactics, controlling the industry and everyone in their orbit. Tonight, he was just another guy, blending into the crowd, free from his father’s overbearing expectations and the weight of his last name.Dressed in a worn leather jacket, a black t-shirt, and jeans, Damien took a seat at the bar and ordered a whiskey. The bartender slid him a glass, and he took a slow sip, the burn grounding him in the present. That was when he saw her.Across the room, Sienna Brooks laughed, her warm brown eyes sparkling under the neon lights. Her wavy chestnut hair cascaded down her

Damien gritted his teeth as he stepped out of his car, his father’s voice still ringing in his ears.“You’re a disgrace, Damien. Running around like a common nobody instead of handling your responsibilities. You will marry who I tell you to marry, and you will not embarrass this family.”The anger pulsed through him, hot and consuming. His father had spent his entire life trying to mold him into the perfect Lancaster heir, but Damien refused to be a puppet. He didn’t want the polished, obedient socialite his father had chosen for him. He wanted to live his life.His grip tightened around his phone before shoving it into his pocket. He needed a distraction. Something—anything—to shake off the rage crawling beneath his skin.Without thinking, he pushed open the door to a small diner. The bell above the entrance chimed, the scent of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon wrapping around him. He barely noticed.Then his eyes landed on her.Sienna.The tension in his shoulders loosened as he watc

Sienna wasn’t sure how long she sat there, staring at Damien like he had grown two heads.Five million dollars.That was the price of marrying him.It was the kind of money that could erase every hardship she had ever known. The kind of money that could pull her out of the endless cycle of struggling, working late shifts at the diner, and worrying about bills.And all she had to do was put on a ring and pretend to love a man who—if she was being honest—was dangerously easy to want.Still, the words refused to leave her mouth.Damien was patient. Too patient. Like he already knew what her answer would be. Like he was waiting for her to accept what they both knew—she didn’t have a better option.Finally, she found her voice.“You’re out of your mind,” she muttered, shaking her head.His smirk widened slightly. “So I’ve been told.”“This is insane,” she continued. “You don’t even know me.”“I know enough,” Damien countered smoothly. “I know you’re independent, stubborn, and a hell of a l

Sienna had expected luxury, but this? This was something else entirely. The penthouse wasn’t just expensive—it was ridiculous. Everything was sleek, modern, and massive. The open floor plan stretched endlessly, floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city skyline, while the marble floors gleamed under soft lighting. Her entire apartment could fit into Damien’s living room. Hell, her entire building could probably fit in here. She tried not to look impressed as she stood just inside the doorway, gripping the strap of her bag. “Welcome home,” Damien said, strolling inside like this was completely normal. Sienna arched a brow. “You say that like I have a choice.” “You did have a choice,” he reminded her, shrugging off his watch and setting it on the entry table. “And you signed a contract, remember?” She muttered something under her breath. Damien chuckled as he walked toward the bar in the corner of the room, pouring himself a drink. “Relax, sweetheart. I don’t bite.” Sienna

Sienna wasn’t sure when it started. That feeling. That strange, unsettling awareness of Damien Lancaster. It wasn’t just about the deal anymore. It wasn’t just about pretending. Because when she woke up in his penthouse the morning after meeting his family, her first thought wasn’t about the money, or the contract, or even his mother’s judgmental glare. It was about him. And that? That was dangerous. — She found Damien in the kitchen, dressed casually in a white t-shirt and dark sweatpants, hair slightly tousled. It was unfair how good he looked. He glanced up as she entered. “Morning, Mrs. Lancaster,” he greeted, sipping his coffee. Sienna rolled her eyes, grabbing a mug from the cabinet. “Still not used to hearing that.” “You better get used to it,” he smirked. “You’ve got a whole year left.” A year. Right. She tried to ignore the way her stomach twisted at the thought. They sat in comfortable silence, the smell of coffee filling the space. For a moment, it felt