chapter 002: First Night At The Villa
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The villa was bigger than I imagined. Expensive, cold, and suffocating. Damian’s eyes never left me as we walked inside, his presence pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t escape.
“This is where you’ll stay for now,” he said quietly, leading me into a guest room. “Grandma has to believe this marriage is real.”
I nodded silently. My stomach twisted. I hated every second of this. But my mother’s life depended on my obedience, and I had no choice.
After settling in, I took a deep breath and moved toward the bathroom, hoping for a moment to gather myself. Just as I opened the door, I froze. Damian was behind me, calm and imposing, his eyes scanning me like he was memorizing every detail.
“You can use it first,” he said. “I’ll wait outside.”
I nodded, grateful, though my heart was still hammering. After the shower, wrapped in a towel, I stepped out into the room. The question of where I would sleep hung in the air.
“I… I can sleep on the floor,” I suggested hesitantly, “you can take the bed.” My voice trembled.
Damian’s eyes narrowed, cold and sharp. “No,” he said firmly. “You’re not sleeping on the floor. You’ll take the bed. That’s final.”
I swallowed hard, fear rising, but there was no arguing. I climbed onto the bed, keeping my distance, curling myself up as if I could make myself smaller, invisible.
He sat on the edge, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him. My chest tightened. The bed suddenly felt too small, and my pulse raced.
“You should rest,” he said, his voice low. But there was an edge to it — commanding, unyielding.
I lay down, my eyes fixed on the ceiling, trying to calm my racing heart. And then, before I could even process it, he leaned closer. His face hovered near mine, his gaze locked with mine, intense and almost magnetic.
I felt my lips part slightly, a shiver running through me. For a moment, everything else disappeared. I could hear my own heartbeat, could feel his, could feel the tension thickening like the air between us.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, I brought my lips toward his, closing my eyes. My mind screamed at me to stop, but my heart betrayed me. Oh… he’s so handsome. He has a perfect figure. Who would have thought the heartless billionaire, the man whose eyes could freeze anyone in place, would be the one I wanted to kiss?
The kiss was tentative at first, barely a brush of lips. But the warmth, the softness, the unexpected tenderness made my stomach flip. My heart raced as I pressed closer, fear and desire tangled into one impossible feeling.
And then he pulled back slightly, drawing the pillow between us. His sharp, controlled voice broke through my thoughts. “Do not have any ulterior motive,” he said. “I am not attracted to a girl like you. Even if you were standing naked in front of me, I would not move.”
My pulse thundered in my ears. I stared at him, both terrified and inexplicably drawn to him. His words were meant to warn me, but instead, they only made the tension between us more unbearable.
I lay there, the pillow between us, my mind racing, my heart still pounding. He was handsome, strong, untouchable, and yet… here we were, so close that a single movement could change everything.
And for the first time since signing the contract, I realized this wasn’t just fear. Something dangerous and forbidden was stirring inside me.
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