Chapter2
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The moment Sophia stepped off the dance floor, she felt it.
A weight. Heavy. Invisible.
It settled over her like an unseen presence pressing against her skin, making the air thick, suffocating.
Damien led her back to their table, his hand lingering on her waist longer than necessary. She barely noticed. Her mind was still caught on him—the shadowy figure who had disappeared into the crowd just moments ago.
She wasn’t imagining it.
Someone was watching them.
Her pulse quickened as she scanned the room. The ballroom was still alive with chatter, the hum of conversation blending with the soft notes of a violin. Couples twirled gracefully on the dance floor, the illusion of perfection intact. But beneath it all, something felt wrong.
She turned to Damien. “Who was that?” she murmured, her voice low but urgent.
He didn’t even look at her as he took a sip of whiskey, his fingers tapping idly against the crystal glass. “Who?”
Sophia clenched her jaw. “The man in black. He was staring at us.”
Damien finally met her gaze. His expression was unreadable, but something flickered in his eyes—something dark. It was gone in an instant, replaced by cool indifference.
“Forget about him.”
Forget?
Her grip on the tablecloth tightened.
She knew Damien. He never dismissed things so easily. If someone was watching them, it meant something.
He was hiding something.
And that meant she was in more danger than she realized.
Sophia swallowed hard. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
Later That Night
The honeymoon suite was breathtaking.
Everything was designed to impress—grand chandeliers dripping with golden light, a massive canopy bed draped in silk, velvet curtains framing the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the glittering city skyline.
Luxury. Perfection.
A golden cage.
Sophia stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed, her body tense.
Damien leaned casually against the doorframe, his tie undone, the first few buttons of his shirt unfastened, revealing just enough of his chest to hint at the power beneath his polished exterior. He looked completely at ease.
She, on the other hand, was anything but.
The silence stretched between them like a blade.
Finally, she broke it.
“Why did you agree to this marriage?”
Damien exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders. “Why do you think?”
“I don’t know.” Her voice was sharper than she intended. “That’s why I’m asking.”
He took a slow step forward.
Then another.
Sophia’s breath hitched.
The space between them shrank, suffocating, charged.
“You were always mine, Sophia,” Damien murmured, his voice smooth as silk and just as deadly. “I just came to claim what already belonged to me.”
Her heart pounded against her ribs. “That’s not an answer.”
Damien reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek. The touch was light, almost gentle. Almost.
“No,” he agreed softly. “It’s a warning.”
Sophia’s body stiffened.
A warning?
She stared into his dark, piercing eyes, searching—desperate—for something that would make sense of the chaos surrounding her.
All she saw were secrets.
She parted her lips to demand more—
A sharp knock at the door.
Urgent.
Damien’s entire demeanor shifted.
The easy arrogance, the calculated charm—gone. His expression hardened, his body tensed.
Wrong move.
He turned sharply and strode toward the door. When he swung it open, a man stood there, breathing heavily, his face pale.
“Sir,” the man said, his voice edged with unease. “We have a problem.”
Sophia’s stomach twisted.
Damien’s jaw clenched. “Handle it.”
The man hesitated. “We can’t.”
Something in his tone made Sophia’s blood run cold.
Damien narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
The man swallowed hard. “It’s about her father.”
Sophia felt the room tilt.
Her father?
She took a step forward. “What about my father?”
The man didn’t answer her. He was looking at Damien, waiting.
And that’s when she knew.
Damien already knew what was happening.
And whatever it was—
It wasn’t good.
A Family Built on Lies
The car ride was silent.
Damien sat beside her in the backseat, one arm draped over the leather as if they were simply taking a casual evening drive. But Sophia wasn’t fooled.
He was tense.
She could see it in the way his fingers flexed slightly, the way his jaw remained tight.
He was hiding something.
Again.
She turned to him. “Tell me what’s going on.”
His gaze flicked to her. “I don’t think you want to know.”
“Tell me anyway.”
Damien exhaled through his nose. “Your father was attacked tonight.”
Sophia’s breath caught in her throat.
Her father—James Carter. A man feared by both allies and enemies. A man who controlled everything.
Attacked?
“How bad?” she whispered.
A pause.
Then—
“He’s in surgery.”
The words hit her like a sledgehammer.
Sophia stared out the window, her reflection staring back at her.
This wasn’t right.
Her father was powerful. He had control. He didn’t make mistakes.
Who would be bold enough to go after him?
The thought chilled her.
Damien’s voice cut through the silence. “I need you to listen carefully.”
Sophia turned back to him, her pulse still uneven.
“This wasn’t random,” Damien continued, his expression unreadable. “It was a warning.”
Her throat tightened. “From who?”
His lips pressed into a thin line.
Sophia’s stomach twisted.
Whoever had done this wasn’t finished.
And something told her—
This was only the beginning.
The Hospital
The moment they arrived, the scent of antiseptic and sterile air filled Sophia’s lungs.
The halls were dimly lit, the sound of hurried footsteps echoing down the corridor.
She spotted her father’s men standing outside a private room.
Guarding it.
Like they expected another attack.
Damien placed a firm hand on her lower back, guiding her forward.
Sophia barely registered the touch. Her focus was on the door ahead.
When she stepped inside, she stopped short.
James Carter lay in the hospital bed, his face pale, an oxygen mask strapped over his nose.
He looked small.
Her father had never looked small.
She swallowed hard, stepping closer. “Dad?”
His eyelids fluttered open.
A weak smile. “Sophia…”
She sat beside him, her fingers gripping his hand. It was warm, solid. Alive.
Relief crashed over her.
But then—his grip tightened.
“Sophia,” he rasped, his voice barely audible. “You have to be careful.”
Her brows furrowed. “What are you talking about?”
His gaze flicked to Damien.
And then—
Back to her.
“He’s not telling you everything.”
Sophia’s pulse spiked.
Damien’s face remained impassive.
But in his eyes—
She saw something dangerous.
Something she should have seen before.
And for the first time since their wedding—
Sophia realized…
She might not just be trapped in a marriage.
She might be trapped with the enemy.
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