Disguised Desires: A Marriage to a Disabled Billionaire

st. Damon's words, cryptic and full of dark promise, hung in the air as the staff continued to silently bring in course a

erate, controlled, every inch the powerful billionaire he was rumored to be. She couldn't h

Damon; it was about reclaiming some semblance of control in a life that had spiraled out of her hands the moment she walked into this house. But eve

h the silence, pulling her from her

t her plate as she set it down. Of all the things she'd

ensity. "We're about to be married. I think it's only fair tha

stop it. "You don't care about me, Damon. You care a

again, leaning back in his chair. "You're not entirely wrong," he admitted, his

of making every conversation feel like a trap-like no matter what she said, he'd twist it into s

despite the tension coiling in her gut. "You wouldn't have agre

our father has made quite an impression over the years. But what I'm more int

ind racing. Why was he pushing this

ill my life story to you," she said, her voice sharp.

sion growing colder. "My endgam

y that sent a shiver down her spine. Aria straightened in her

her voice tight with defiance. "No matter what c

ong, Aria. You've belonged to me from the moment you stepped into this hou

a slap to the face. Her skin prickled with anger, her mind reeling from the sheer audacity

she bit out, her voice shaki

us, something primal, but he remained compo

ak. Aria wanted to scream, to throw something, to do anything that would shatter the fragile silence and wipe that sm

er movements stiff and deliberate. "If you'll e

ed out of the dining room, her heart hammering in her chest. She could feel his gaze burning

made her way back to her room. She needed to get away from him, to clear her head

ing in shallow, panicked gasps, she couldn't shake the feeling that no matter how

im what he bel

mon, of the cold intensity in his eyes, of the cryptic warning from the unknown number. Every time she closed her ey

t unbearable, the kind of silence that made every creak and whisper of the wind outside feel ominous. She wrapped a robe

vast gardens stretching out before her, perfectly manicured and eerily still. For a moment, she con

e knew

nd. You'll live under my roof,

out, where would she go? Her family had thrown her to the wolves, and t

ner of the room. She needed a distraction, something to keep her mind off the mess her life had become

hen she

, unmarked envelope. Curiosity piqued, Aria pulled it ou

. She unfolded it and stared at the words scrawle

one. Espe

stared at the note, her mind racing. Wh

filling her with a sense of un

ially

mo

What was going on here? What kind of game was Damon pla

avy in her hand. She was in way over her head, an

world, and whether she liked it or

figuring out who she