Last night, he’d been so cold and distant, yet so passionate and desperate at the same time. He couldn’t stop telling me he loved me.
How could he just walk away?
I forced myself to stay calm and used my family’s connections to investigate. It didn’t take long to figure out the truth, and that’s how I ended up at the engagement ceremony.
From his expression, it was obvious Damian wasn’t happy. Was he being forced into this marriage?
“Kiss! Kiss!”
A shout erupted from the crowd, and the fiancée reached for Damian’s hand. He instinctively stepped back, avoiding her.
The woman scowled, her thick lips quivering as she spat angrily, “Did you already forget what you promised me?”
Damian’s face turned pale, but he reluctantly stepped forward.
He was being threatened—I was sure of it!
I couldn’t hold back any longer. Pushing through the crowd, I shouted, “Dam! If something’s wrong, tell me! Don’t force yourself like this!”
All eyes turned toward me.
When Damian saw me, a glimmer of warmth flickered in his cold gaze, but it quickly froze over.
“Who is this bitch?” the fiancée snarled, glaring at me. “You even have a nickname for my fiancé. Who do you think you are?”