The Billionaire's Captive Wife

ke the very

t to Marry Mysterious Fiancée in

media outlet, accompanied by a carefully c

ends. Ex-co-workers. People who hadn't spoken

red th

signed that contract, my

into a whirlwin

Bridal intervi

n, not by me, but by Damian's team.

arrangement I approved, every single

ylist announced when I step

n, shimmering with delicate embroidery.

n the mirror, I did

n gushed. "Mr. Blackw

ed to

didn't care wha

ng wasn't

about

just ano

day final

shed. Voice

my new husband, bare

he contract. That once the ink dried, reality wou

s wr

asn'

about th

asn't about love or dreams. It was about the cont

s. And now, there w

a grand cathedral with high towers stained-glass windows and golden cha

it "The Wedding

nobody who had captured

hey knew

ound my bouquet. My heart pounded as I took the first step dow

a black tuxedo, perfect as

't watc

le, his hands clenched at his sides. He looked cold. Unreadable.

a we

ur we

ation made

is wasn't real. That Damian Blackwood

man who wouldn't even look at me, t

ny passed

re exchanged. I forced the w

d

hen he said the same. But s

y finger. A symbol of a m

the bride," the of

me that day, Dam

as steel. No warmth. No h

sing the barest whisper

less tha

ance. Not

flashing like fireworks around us. But all I

become Mrs.

nd was hidin

Damian's hand rested lightly on my waist, an effortless display of posse

ere shimmering chandeliers, walls covered in white roses, and a g

d broke into applause. Cameras clicked away,

han an embrace. His touch felt distant, just the kind of touc

de, I fe

eavy feeling of the contract bind

ian whispere

my cheeks started to feel so

orced excitement. Everyone wanted to talk abo

nly knew

ok sips from a champagne flute I couldn't really enjoy. Damian was char

hey wanted me out of the picture. Like I h

y they

nd the whole event felt like an endless

time for the

w on the dance floor. Damian extended

all

breath and t

tune. He drew me close, one hand

oked great. A storybook

e space between

ted calmly as he led me s

my gaze. "I

Was it amusement? Frustration? It

id in a steady voice. "Just play you

ead. "And wha

rely change

cause I was surprised, but bec

erupted, and just like

nd soon, Damian was l

ho

his pen

a h

d of place where only the rich stayed, where priv

I stepped out, my dress fl

stayed

orning," he said casually, a

ame. "That's it? No wedding night? No

move into the penthouse tomorr

ay anything else

, leaving me stan

forced closeness. No pretendin

, I felt so

into a game I didn'

ood was the one c