The morning sun bathed Damien’s private villa in a warm, golden hue, highlighting the meticulous preparations for the day that would define the rest of his life. Today, he would marry Bella, the woman who had captured his obsession, tamed his darkness, and ignited desires he had never known could coexist with love. The villa was a palace of extravagance, adorned with white orchids, crystal chandeliers, and golden drapes, all curated to display power, wealth, and perfection. But for Damien, the true perfection lay in the figure before him: Bella, radiant and nervous, yet every bit the queen of his world.
Bella moved gracefully through the mirrored corridors of the villa, adjusting her flowing white gown, feeling the weight of silk against her skin, the cool touch of lace at her shoulders.
