The Billionaire's Grip: Love, pain, and freedom

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played dress-up, imagining myself walking down the

, who seemed to be growing more impatient than I was, the bride. My fat

dn't possibly compare to the celebrities and models

ges his mind and saves you from that

n save my family from losing everything we've bui

sisted, pacing back and forth. "A loan comp

den he's carried alone for all these years. Just when he makes progress, there's always somethin

quatting beside me and taking my hand, staring into my eyes. "We're go

te wait for my prince in shining armor,"

of a BMW coming to a stop, fe

tes, guess who decided to grace us w

he first day I met Damian stepped out

oward me without any sign of Da

or keeping you waiting and has asked me to deliver this

with furrowed brows. "This is a signed marria

ackwood won't be present today

his own wedding and send his chauffeur-of all people-as his

o I tried to remain calm. My hands trembled slightly as I clutched the envelope, the heat r

documents signed, and we can call it a d

? Just when I thought he couldn't go a

signed soon, and the company will be secure," I

uffeur called out. "Mr. Blackwood as

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der the lights that shone from every corner, and a stunning fountain stood majestically at the entrance. Every maid and

ing a mix of excitement and apprehension. "Welcome ho

ls were scattered on the floor, and balloons hung from the walls, sce

caught sight of Damian descending the staircase, a bouquet of flowe

le kiss on my forehead before pulling me into a warm embrace. I inhaled

ke it," he said, handing me a stunni

vorite," I replied, touch

ought, my heart racing. I leaned my head on his shoulder, surrendering to wha

d as he took off his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs and strong arms. I quickl

said, "You stood for

ge, but he silenced me with a soft, "Shhh. Your choice

over my back, rubbing my feet and arms as if I were a delicate artifact. The room was quiet, and an uneasy tension hung in the air. What is he

s, our skin brushing against each other, sending shivers through me. He carried me t

ldn't expect me to fulfill the responsibilities of a bride; even though I was legally his wife, he remained a stranger to me. I gazed at him again, a wave of lust washing over me. Maybe it wouldn

to reality. Damian opened it, and

s as she twirled a strand of her blonde hair. My heart raced-why was she he

or a deep, passionate kiss. I gasped at the sight, my min

hough the ground had shifted beneath my feet, leaving me unsteady. M

on,I mean how naive could I have been to expect a happily ever after, I thought fighting back the t