Married for Revenge, Bound by Love
I ended up standing next to him in front
ghout the opulent church. Under the enormous chandeliers, I remained motionless
ed to my skin like a second layer of oppres
uncaring figure who seemed invincible. He hadn't looked at me since I w
was a transaction, sealed in writing and murmurs. "Emilia,
s, I
a lock. When it was his turn, Dami
which represented a falsehood from which neither of us could get aw
n his storm-gray eyes finally locked with me, something flared
y chin. He raised my face, not tenderly, not affectionatel
an abrupt finale. But it was heavy on my b
he deception was accepted by everyone. And
e. A sea of strangers drinking champagne and giving vacuou
staircase. Even on his wedding night, he was surrounded b
took a glass of wine from a waiter as he wa
to slow down,
as a woman whose emerald-green c
d in her dark eyes. I te
grin
te Ald
ion. Damian's ex-lover, according
something too harsh to be friendly, she swirled h
n. "As much as a busine
adly. "At least you
ne. Her voice dipped lower as she lean
ned. "Pa
reviously taken advantage of women, including you. The
k down. "Mrs. Blackwood, exercise caution. Dam
smile. Her comments weighed heavily on my chest as I stood
yway? Without a Wedding Night, Th
he weight of my gown. The atmosphere seemed heavy with som
iet
d close to the glass. He stood rigidly with his back to me. I paus
tone. "What section?"
s just warned about
don't know what
he turned. "You entered preci
ed rese
d I
anged. "Celeste enjoys caus
that to say?" I
ece in your game." He moved in closer. Then ano
are," he said.
s my heart pounded
meant b
hair away from my face. I felt a chill
n't owe you a
eely tone. "This is not a l
sted within me. His hand
dable in his eyes as his gaze darkened. Then he retreated with excruciatin
l is where yo
anticipating-" "No."
marriage isn't
ore to Damian Blackwood than coldness. He had so
I will also breach t
of a sneer. "Then we c
from the room. But my thoughts we
haste of our hastily scheduled wedding. There was