MARRIED TO THE COLD CEO BY MISTAKE

The scent of roses and champagne filled the air, but Sarah Parker could barely breathe. The world around her swirled in a hazy blur of flashing lights, clinking glasses, and voices calling her name. Her head pounded, her vision swam, and the last thing she remembered was… nothing. She groaned softly, her lashes fluttering open. This wasn’t her bedroom. Instead of familiar cream walls and a worn nightstand, she was staring at a crystal chandelier hanging above her head. The sheets beneath her were silk, icy against her skin. Her wedding dress—creased and slightly torn—clung to her body like a bad memory. And then she saw him. A man sat on the edge of a leather armchair in the corner of the hotel suite, his tall frame draped in a perfectly tailored suit jacket over a crisp white shirt. His hair was dark, his jawline sharp, and his eyes—piercing gray—watched her like a hawk. “You’re awake,” he said, his voice deep and smooth, yet cold enough to send a chill down her spine. Sarah struggled to sit up. “Who… who are you? Where’s Jason?” The corner of his mouth twitched—though it wasn’t a smile. He reached into his inner pocket, pulled out a folded paper, and tossed it onto the bed. Sarah’s eyes widened as she smoothed it open with trembling fingers. A marriage certificate. Her name. His name. Damien Blackwood. Her heart slammed against her ribs. “This… this isn’t possible. I—I was supposed to marry Jason.” “You didn’t,” Damien replied flatly, standing to his full height. He stepped closer, his presence dominating the space between them. “You married me, Sarah. And I don’t believe in annulments.”