The Married Affair

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rom the outside appeared flawless: a renowned architect, married to one of the wealthiest CEOs in the country, dres

on the stove, inhaling the r

ons and facades. Now, it felt like just another part of the performance. The silence of the apa

ish dinner and retreat into the bedroom, where I could avoid his clipped words and col

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er in his custom suit and polished shoes. His ic

d, setting a sleek black

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There was a glint in his eye I couldn't quite

d, turning to face him. My tone was dry, bu

ds gripped my waist and I could feel the tension in his

ng hard to g

thing," I said evenl

s in charge, who dictated the terms of this marriage. Once, I'd loved his intensity, the way he could s

I murmured ag

he said, his

ough my mind was elsewhere. When he fi

e Blackwoods. You'll be there and it's not a

ce notice," I said, s

dismissively, leaving the

re. All I wanted was to leave, to run far away from this world t

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ur bedroom, adjusting my dress which was an elegant, emerald, form-fitting. Damien stood behind me, his e

asked, his voice flat, as I fidge

r needed help from him. "I'm f

he kind of silence that screamed louder than words, the kind tha

ul. However over time, I realized it wasn't peace at all. It was the calm before the sto

uit jacket with precision.

ut a soft laugh as Damien

rass

lted my head slightly, letting the w

m, my heels clicking with every step, my gaze never leaving his. "Damien, t

glinted with a challenge he knew all too well. "I'll behave," I said

a near whisper, "The real show won't start un

f you let it. I stepped out of the car, the scent of expensive perfume mingled with the polished wood floors ben

linked my arm with Damien's. I was

g with the clink of glasses and the occasional burst of laughter. Dinner

if the world itself bent to his will. Beside him were his brothers- Nathan, the elder, stoic and authoritative and lastly, Sebastian Blackwood.

im. Ruthless in business, cold and calculated, the kind of man people whispered about in awe and fear. But as much as I tried t

readable passed over his face, and yet it was enough to make my stomach twist uncomfortably. I tried to hold his gaze, but it was a battl

ng else. But the weight of his stare lingered, heavy and unsettling, leaving

and warmth, though I knew better than to trust it. "You look stunning. I was wondering wha

I have some taste of my own. And you've gone for... volume," I replied s

exchange with quiet amusement. His stormy gray eye

Adrian and I were just discussing the expansion of the Blackwood

xpression, though he hid it well. "Cassandra, da

she replied, cli

w. "You should tell her about your lat

poke. "Evelyn, I hear you've designed some remarkable projects rec

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yes despite the tightness in my chest. "

e Adrian raised an eyebrow, his l

sting a

to belittle me, but I deflected her comments with practiced e

final touches for the event, I felt a sudden shift in the air.

. I couldn't help but notice how you've mastered the art of subtlety. It's all in the details, isn't it?" She g

attention, but it demands it just the same. Whoever

, yet I managed a smile. "Thank you, Sofia. That piece was part of a coll

ere." She waved a hand toward the decor. "This chandelier, for instance. It's not just lighting-it's about setting t

the perfectionist, didn't throw around compliments lightly. "I agree," I

balance, Evelyn. Your work speaks volumes without being loud about it." She glanced at Cassandra, who w

at the room, giving one last approving glance. "Incredible. It's rare to see

g look. "Remember Evelyn, sometimes it's not about creating something n

ndra gave me a knowing look, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Even

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eath as if the whole room was closing in on her. When Damien's hand slipped lower on her waist, his fingers tracing the curve of her body just a little too possessi

en exuded, and the dangerous, unspoken allure that Adrian seemed to embody. She didn

oked down at her with a glimmer of impatience. Without waiting for her

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outside fading into an eerie silence. Inside, the air was thick with ten

her sides. She was tired. Tired of pretending, tired of being pulled along by

ative click. He moved toward her, his eyes cold, as always, his gaze filled with the e

that made her gasp. His lips crashed onto hers with a possessiveness that

t resistance was futile. Her body betrayed her, responding to the heat of his kiss, to

h a practiced ease, she couldn't stop the flicker of thoughts that swirled in her mind. Thoughts of Adrian's gaze-of the way he had lo

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as he pushed her against the bed. The world outside seemed to fade away, but there was a new element

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hind the door, his p

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railing down her neck. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensation, on the heat, but it was hard to ignore

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. He could hear the rustle of clothes, the quiet moans, the sharp, heated gasps that broke

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isted. His grip on his drink tightened, his knuckles white as his mind raced with tho

e. But Adrian didn't buy it. He never had. There was more to

left the ballr

ings, heard many things. BUT hearing this, hearing Evelyn like that, it broke something inside him. Something that had been d

he thought. Adrian knew it. And it was only a

red, his voice dangerously unruffled.

might think he has a hold on you, but you and I both know the truth.

ted. "I'm not like the others, Evelyn. I'll make sure you can't forget me, no matter how hard you t

confident whisper. "I can be

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