Married to the cold billionaire

The Real Vows

Weeks passed, and everything between Damon and Eliana changed — not overnight, but slowly, naturally, like the seasons shifting.

There were still rough edges between them.

Sometimes Damon shut down, retreating into himself when the world pressed too hard.

Sometimes Eliana doubted her place in a life that had started as a cold arrangement.

But every time, he came back to her.

And every time, she stayed.

One afternoon, Eliana was in the library, curled up with a book, when Damon found her.

He stood in the doorway, hands shoved into the pockets of his slacks, watching her with an unreadable expression.

“I have a proposition,” he said.

Eliana closed her book slowly.

“A business proposition or a real one?” she teased.

Damon’s lips twitched in a half-smile.

“A real one,” he said. “The most important one.”

Her heart fluttered dangerously.

Without another word, he crossed the room and knelt before her, pulling a small black velvet box from his pocket.

The world tilted.

“Marry me again,” Damon said, his voice low and sure. “For real this time.”

Eliana stared at him, stunned.

“This started with contracts and signatures,” he continued. “But somewhere along the way, it became more. You became my more.”

Tears blurred her vision.

“I don’t want you because of a deal. I want you because you make everything make sense. Because you’re the first thing I’ve ever wanted just for myself.”

He opened the box to reveal a simple, stunning ring — not flashy, but elegant.

Perfect.

“You once told me you couldn’t do this alone,” Damon said, voice cracking slightly. “I’m not asking you to. Not anymore.”

Eliana dropped the book from her lap, covering her mouth with trembling fingers.

She had imagined so many endings for them — cold ones, lonely ones — but never this.

Never him, kneeling before her, offering his heart.

“Yes,” she whispered, the word barely audible past the emotion clogging her throat. “Yes, Damon.”

Relief and pure, raw joy flashed across his face as he slipped the ring onto her finger, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

He rose, gathering her into his arms, and this time when he kissed her, there was no hesitation, no walls.

Just love — fierce, imperfect, and real.

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A week later, they stood on a private beach, barefoot in the sand, exchanging vows without an audience, without expectations.

Just them.

“I promise to fight for you,” Damon said, voice steady. “To stand beside you, even when it’s hard. Especially when it’s hard.”

Eliana smiled through tears.

“I promise to believe in you,” she replied, voice shaking. “To love the man you are and the man you’re becoming.”

The sun dipped low behind them, bathing the world in gold, as they sealed their vows with a kiss.

There were no photographers.

No contracts.

No cold signatures.

Only two broken souls who had found something worth healing for.

Only two hearts that had chosen each other.

This time, it was real.

And it was just the beginning.