Chapter 007: Lines I Didn't Know I Could Draw
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I woke up with a strange calm.
Not peace. Not relief. Just something steady where fear used to sit.
For the first time since signing that contract, I wasn’t trembling at the thought of Damian Blackwood. Instead, a quiet decision had formed inside me, firm and unyielding.
If I was going to survive this marriage, I needed boundaries.
I couldn’t keep letting his presence shake me. I couldn’t keep pretending my feelings didn’t matter while everyone else treated me like a replaceable piece in their game.
When I stepped into the dining room that morning, Damian was already there. He looked up, expecting the usual timid glance, the hesitation.
He didn’t get it.
I walked past him without a word and took my seat at the opposite end of the table.
His brows furrowed slightly.
“Good morning,” he said.
I poured myself tea. “Morning.”
That was it.
No nervous smile. No forced softness. No waiting for permission to breathe.
He watched me closely as we ate in silence. I could feel his attention like a weight, but I didn’t look up. Not once.
“Did something happen?” he finally asked.
I met his eyes calmly. “Nothing new. I just remembered what this is.”
“And what is that?” he asked, his voice low.
“A contract,” I replied. “Not a promise. Not a future.”
Something dark flashed in his eyes.
Before he could respond, footsteps echoed from the hallway.
His grandmother entered the room.
“Why does it feel so cold in here?” she asked lightly, lowering herself into a chair. Her gaze moved between us. Sharp. Observant.
Damian reached for my hand automatically.
I gently pulled away.
The silence that followed was deafening.
His grandmother raised an eyebrow. “Have you two quarreled already?”
“No,” Damian said quickly.
“Yes,” I said at the same time.
He turned to me, stunned.
I smiled politely at his grandmother. “We’re adjusting. Marriage takes honesty, doesn’t it?”
She studied me for a long moment. Then she nodded slowly. “It does.”
Her gaze shifted to Damian, suddenly firm. “And honesty requires effort. From both sides.”
Damian said nothing.
After breakfast, he cornered me in the hallway.
“What are you doing?” he demanded quietly.
“I’m protecting myself,” I replied. “You made it clear where I stand. I’m simply accepting it.”
“You’re changing the rules,” he said.
“No,” I corrected. “I’m following them.”
His jaw tightened.
Later that afternoon, I overheard raised voices in the study. I didn’t move closer. I didn’t need to.
“All she needs to do is cooperate,” a man said. The same voice from before.
“And if she doesn’t?” Damian replied.
There was a pause.
“Then you replace her.”
My heart clenched, but I didn’t cry.
Instead, I went to my room and locked the door.
That night, when Damian came to bed, I stayed on my side, facing away from him. The distance between us felt wider than ever.
“Amelia,” he said quietly.
I didn’t respond.
For the first time since we met, Damian sounded unsure.
And that scared me more than his anger ever had.
Because if he was starting to feel something…
So was I.
And neither of us was ready for what that could destroy.
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