Married To The Ruthless CEO

The first Night

Don't lie. Not loving. There are no limits. Though the words were still fresh in my mind, nothing could have prepared me for the feeling of his eyes on my back as I tried to sleep in someone else's house... as his wife.

A soft sound let the doors of the lift open. I walked into someone else's world. The Sterling skyscraper's top floor looked like it was in charge of the night sky and looked out over the city. I didn't dare to enjoy the view because it was so beautiful.

I just sold my soul.

Damon walked in front of me. He was a ghost in a fancy suit. He walked with a short step. Every move was planned.

He didn't turn around and said, "Take a good look." "Now you own everything here."

I took a break. "That includes the cameras?" The last word broke my voice.

He finally looked at me, but his eyes were gray and cold. "There is no way around surveillance." "I don't like being surprised."

My stomach turned. "I'm not a bad person."

He told her straight out, "You're a contract." "And contracts don't get to be private."

A tall man named Giles, the butler, gave me a smart tablet. "Your plan, Mrs. Sterling. The house rules are inside.

Hi, Mrs. Sterling.

The title almost made me choke.

Damon watched me as he leaned against the marble island. "Let me make this clear, Aurora. It's not a marriage. This is control. I will keep you safe, give you power, and keep quiet. "You give me obedience and looks."

"What do you mean when you say 'appearances'?" I asked as I held the tablet.

He made a face. "You're my wife." You'll behave like one. People can come to our dinners. Carpets of red. Talks. You'll laugh. Put on the ring. Act like you love me.

My heart beat fast. "And when the doors are shut?"

The man got closer, and his voice got lower. "Don't get in my way." You don't ask anything. You also never lock a door.

I sat across from Damon at the glass table. He had a glass of wine in his hand and his eyes were dark.

He said, "I have three rules." "Don't lie. Not loving. There are no limits.

"What does that mean?"

"I expect you to be honest, emotionally distant, and have no limits when I say so."

"That's not getting married." "That's jail."

He laughed. "Why did you sign the paper then?"

I looked at him. "To keep my dad alive."

"You are now mine."

He didn't say it in a loving way; it was more like a threat wrapped in silk.

Giles showed me around the apartment. The sauna, spa-like bathroom, and walk-in closet were all my own. The closet was even bigger than the one in my old apartment.

But there were small black dots in every corner. Videos.

Giles told her, "You'll get used to it."

"I'm not sure I want to."

That night, I lay in a bed that felt too soft, too cold. My heart beat too fast.

I checked the bedroom. See the windows. It's even under the bed. I wasn't looking for scary things. Peace was what I was after.

Finally, I shut the door to the bedroom. Not much of a revolt.

I said in a low voice, "Just one night to myself."

When I woke up, I heard something click.

The key.

The door opened with a squeak. I jumped out of bed, frozen.

He was right there.

Roger Federer. Upstairs. At night. In my area.

"Just what are you doing—"

He moved forward. "You shut me out."

"You didn't say love." I wasn't told I had to sleep with one eye open.

He wasn't happy. It didn't bother him. "I told you there were no limits." That includes making sure my house doors are locked.

I held the blanket close to my chest. "Isn't this not about safety?" It has to do with power.

"Control is the key to everything."

He sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand along the sheets.

I was short of breath.

He said in a low voice, "I don't like secrets, Aurora." "And I know you have a lot."

I turned away. "Don't we all?"

He got closer. His breath felt good on my cheek. "You're not the only one running away from something."

I looked at him right away. "Why are you running?"

A long break. Something couldn't be read in his eyes.

He then stood up.

He said as he left, "You'll get used to this life." "Even the cage starts to feel like home after a while."

He told her, "You don't lock me out of my own house."

He put his hand on my wrist and said, "Next time you try..." I'm not going to knock.

As Damon got closer, I gasped and my heart started to beat fast. I could feel his warm breath on my cheek. I was having a hard time breathing.

"Why did you come into my room?" I spoke in a whisper while holding on to the bedsheet to keep my hands from shaking.

He didn't move. "You shut me out, Aurora," he said in a harsh voice. "There are no locks on this house for me."

I took a deep breath. "I needed some space."

"You don't have room." "Not from me."

His eyes got darker and dragged over me like steel and silk at the same time. I could feel heat rising up my neck. I didn't like how his voice hurt my ears.

I forced confidence into my voice and said, "I thought this was just a contract." "A deal, not this."

He smiled and leaned in even more. "There are rules for deals." You signed mine.

"You signed for me to be watched like a prisoner!"

He said in a whisper, "You're not a prisoner." "I don't want to lose your secret."

I opened my lips, not sure if the rush of emotion was fear or desire.

I almost passed out as I said, "You can't want me and lock me up at the same time."

His smile went away.

Then his phone rang, just as I thought he was going to kiss me. He st

opped moving when he looked at it.

He clenched his teeth. "Get dressed." Right now.”

"What took place?"

"They found where your dad was.”