(Sapphire's POV)
My life ended the evening my father poured me a glass of wine and told me I was getting
married.
Not asked. Not suggested. Not begged.
Told. Can you believe the man?
I sat at the polished mahogany dining table of our Manhattan penthouse, the lights of the city
glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him. My pulse was louder than the clinking
crystal in my hand. I had just turned twenty four, just graduated from Columbia, just begun to
dream about freedom, and now, it was gone.
"You've got to be kidding,
" I whispered, as I stared at the red wine I hadn't tasted.
insane, Dad. People don't just… arrange marriages anymore. We're not living in the
seventeenth century.
"
"This is
My father's expression didn't flicker. Victor Montgomery, the business tycoon, ruthless
negotiator, and apparently, destroyer of my future looked at me the same way he looked at a
quarterly report: cold, calculating, final.
"This is bigger than you, Sapphire,
" he simply said.
be your husband by the end of the month.
"
"The Blackwoods have agreed. Damian will
My chest tightened. Damian Blackwood.
The name alone carried weight. He was the billionaire everyone whispered about, the one every
news channel called a Predator. Forbes crowned him the king of Wall Street. Ruthless.
Untouchable.
And now… my future husband.
"No.
" The word scraped out of my dry throat.
to. I won't do it!"
"No way. I don't even know him, and I don't want
"Oh yes, you will.
" My father chuckled dryly.
"I won't!" My chair scraped against the marble floor as I stood.
some stock!"
"You can't just sell me off like
My father's gaze hardened.
"This marriage is a business merger. And you'll do as you're told.
"A cold laugh escaped me.
"Unbelievable. You're actually trading me like I'm stock.
"
His lips pressed into a thin line.
future.
"
"Watch your tone, young lady. This is about securing your
"My future?" I scoffed.
"Or your empire?"
His silence was all the answer I needed.
I felt my throat tighten with fury and fear.
"I don't care how rich this… this Damian Blackwood is,
or how many zeros his bank account has. I'm not marrying a stranger!"
"You'll marry him because I said so, and when did you learn to talk back to me?!" he snapped,
slamming his palm flat on the table, making my mum jump in fear. How pathetic!
"Do you have any idea what's at stake? The Montgomery name, our company, our legacy. This
is the only way to secure it.
"
I froze. My father rarely raised his voice, but when he did, it meant there was no room for
argument. He usually knew how to imbibe his rules without needing to shout.
But I was not about to just give in.
"I don't care about the company!" My voice cracked, but I forced it louder.
your game, Dad. I'm a person. I'm your daughter!"
"I'm not some pawn in
"You're a Montgomery,
" he said coldly.
"And Montgomeries do what must be done, whether they
like it or not. Now if you say one more word that isn't yes, I'll do something that I'm sure we will
all regret.
"
The words cut deeper than any slap he would have given me.
I shook my head, my chest heaving.
"I hate you for this.
"
I spun on my heel, my stilettos clicking furiously across the marble as I stormed out of the dining
room. My father didn't follow, or call after me. Why would he? In his mind, the deal was already
done.
I stormed up the grand staircase to my room, slamming the door so hard the chandelier rattled.
My heart was pounding as my hands shook. My head also felt extremely heavy.
Damian Blackwood. I had never met him, but I had seen enough of his face everywhere on
magazines, financial news, social media. Tall. Dark. Devastatingly handsome. And absolutelyterrifying. They said he never smiled and that he could make a man bankrupt with a single
phone call. The women? They threw themselves at him, but none lasted more than a month.
And now, he was supposed to be my husband?
No. nada. Not happening. Over my dead body.
But even I knew I was bluffing.
I paced my room, my mind racing. There had to be a way out. Maybe I could run away. Maybe I
could disappear until my father gave up. But even as I thought it, I knew the truth: no one
escaped this Blackwood guy.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand. It was a message from my best friend, Luke:
"Party at the Waldorf tonight? You in, bestie?"
I stared at it, tears blurring my vision. How could I tell him that instead of partying, I was being
shoved into a marriage with the predator himself?
I typed back with shaking fingers: "Not tonight.
"
But Luke being Luke, he immediately knew that something was wrong.
"Okay, spill, what is going on?" He replied back almost immediately.
"I am fine, best.
" I sent him.
"I am coming over.
" He texted.
At once, I panicked and sent him a long episode of why he should not even think of that.
Father didn't have a problem with Luke being my best friend. But this was certainly not a good
time as the tension in the house could make even someone as cheerful as Luke to sweat.
Tossing the phone aside, I sank onto the bed, burying my face in my hands. My world was
crumbling, and as always, I was powerless to stop it.
A knock on my bedroom door jolted me upright.
"Sapphire.
" My father's voice. Steady. Commanding as always.
"Come downstairs, now.
"
"Go to hell,
" I muttered under my breath."I won't ask again.
"
I groaned, wiping my face, and yanked the door open.
my life enough for one night?"
"What do you want? Haven't you ruined
He didn't flinch. Instead, his eyes flicked past me, down the hallway. Then he stepped aside.
And just like that, my blood ran cold.
Because standing there, in the middle of our hallway, was Damian Blackwood in the flesh.
Tall and broad shouldered. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that probably cost a
fortune. His chiseled jaw was shadowed with dark stubble, his hair slicked back, his eyes, God,
those eyes, icy gray and unblinking.
He looked at me like he already owned me.
My throat went dry.
Damian's lips curved into the faintest smirk.
"Hello, fiancée."