DAMIEN’S POV
And so it begins. I stared at the contract in my hands, the beginning of a life change neither of us saw coming. My body was healing nicely from the attack two weeks prior. Aria sat before me, her fingers clasped in front of her. She said nothing as she stared at the document in my hands.
Two weeks of silence. No word from my mother, or Vivienne, or even Marcus. I could tell what Aria was thinking—two weeks of arranged bliss. In public, we were the perfect couple. People seemed to prefer Aria by my side more than Vivienne, who was carrying my child.
It was funny how Vivienne expected the public to be on her side. Her bitchy attitude was finally catching up to her.
I looked down at the contract again. It was the final month. Now, we approach the endgame. Privately, Aria and
