The Billionaire's Accidental Bride

CHAPTER SIX

My Fake Husband “Aria,” Damien said smoothly. “You look… stunning.” Cole’s grip on my waist tightened. “Who’s this?” “My ex,” I muttered through clenched teeth. Damien offered his hand. “Pleasure. Didn’t expect to see you married.” Cole shook it firmly. “It was sudden. But right.” Damien looked at me, his eyes calculating. “Vegas wedding, wasn’t it? I saw the photos.” I forced a smile. “You seem well.” He glanced at Cole. “Hope you know what you’re getting into.” My heart pounded as we walked away. “What was that?” Cole asked. “History. Don’t dig.” “You looked like you were about to faint.” “I’m fine.” But I wasn’t. After the gala, back at the penthouse, Cole handed me a glass of water. “You didn’t mention an ex.” “Why would I?” He studied me. “You looked… hurt.” “I’m not your concern,” I said sharply. Silence stretched between us. Then he spoke, softer this time. “What did he do?” I hesitated. “He stole my designs. Sold them as his own. Tanked my first big job.” Cole's jaw tightened. “I’ll destroy him.” I blinked. “You don’t even like me.” “That’s irrelevant.” Later that night, I changed into pajamas and turned to find Cole already in bed—shirtless. “I snore,” he said. “Touch me and die.” His voice turned low. “Who said you’d survive me touching you?”