Chapter 2 :the first night
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The wedding lasted twelve minutes.
No vows I meant. No flowers. Just me in a white dress that didn’t fit right, Damian in a black suit that looked like it cost more than my apartment, and a judge who looked bored.
Flashbulbs went off. Reporters shouted questions I wasn’t allowed to answer.
“Mrs. Blackwood, how does it feel to marry the most eligible bachelor in Lagos?”
I kept my eyes on the floor. If I looked at Damian, I’d remember he was blackmailing me.
“Don’t speak unless I tell you to,” he muttered under his breath as we walked out.
His penthouse was worse than I expected. Cold marble, floor-to-ceiling windows, and not a single thing that looked lived in.
“Your room is down the hall,” he said, tossing his keys on the counter. “We don’t share a bed. This is business.”
“Good,” I said, too fast.
Of course the AC in my room was broken.
“Maintenance won’t be here until tomorrow,” his assistant said apologetically. “You can stay in Mr. Blackwood’s room tonight. The guest room has no bed.”
Damian’s jaw tightened when he heard.
“Fine,” he said. “Couch. Don’t touch anything.”
Dinner was worse. His ex, Serena, showed up uninvited. Designer dress, fake smile, hand on his arm like she owned him.
“So this is the replacement,” she said, looking me up and down. “Cute.”
Damian’s arm went around my waist, pulling me flush against him.
“She’s my wife,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “Watch your mouth.”
For a second, I saw something else in his eyes. Not cold. Not ruthless.
Something almost human.
Later, I woke up to warmth beside me.
Damian was asleep on the edge of the bed, his hand inches from mine. In his sleep, he whispered my name.
“Ava… don’t leave.”
My heart stopped.
I didn’t know what to do.
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