The rest of the day passed in a blur of legal documents and polished professionalism. Bella sat in Damian’s sleek office, surrounded by lawyers and notaries, all speaking in clipped tones about the terms of the marriage contract, the clauses, the financial settlements, the stipulations for privacy and public appearances. It was surreal—like she was watching someone else’s life unfold in front of her, detached from the gravity of what was happening.
Every so often, Damian would glance at her, his cold blue eyes appraising her reactions. He didn’t say much—he didn’t need to. His presence dominated the room, as if everyone worked for him, and they likely did. Even the lawyers looked nervous when addressing him, their eyes flicking to him for approval before continuing.
Bella tried to keep h
