Married to the cold hearted billionaire

Chapter Two – The Wedding Without Love The wedding was nothing like I’d dreamed as a little girl. No flowers. No music. No love. Just a cold, empty hall inside Damian King’s private mansion, where even the walls seemed to whisper his name in fear. I stood there in a simple white dress he had chosen for me. It wasn’t elegant—it was just expensive. My hands trembled as I clutched the bouquet, feeling like I was signing away my soul. Damian stood across from me, looking devastatingly handsome in his black suit. His face was a perfect mask, unreadable and cold. Not a flicker of emotion as he slipped the ring on my finger. > “Do you, Ava Rivers, take Damian King as your lawfully wedded husband…?” The officiant’s voice blurred in my ears. My heart screamed No, but my lips whispered, “I do.” > “Do you, Damian King, take Ava Rivers…?” “I do.” Two words. No hesitation. No warmth. The ceremony ended in minutes. There was no kiss, no celebration. Just Damian’s icy voice as he turned to me. > “From this moment, you will follow my rules. Do not embarrass me, do not question me, and never forget—this is only a contract.” His words cut deeper than I expected. I nodded, holding back the tears threatening to spill. That night, I sat alone in the guest room he had assigned to me. The mansion was silent, but my mind screamed with confusion and fear. Who was this man I had married? Why did he hide his emotions so well? And why, despite everything, did my heart skip a beat when I thought of him? Little did I know, behind Damian’s cold eyes was a storm—one that would soon pull me into a whirlwind of secrets, danger, and forbidden love.