Chapter Eight
Aurelia’s POV
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The days that followed felt like a dream.
Every morning I woke to sunshine and birdsong. Opening the French windows, the garden bloomed with flowers, the air sweet with roses.
Damien hired a Michelin chef for me, every meal carefully prepared. He’d personally join me for dinner, telling me interesting stories or quietly listening to me talk.
‘Do you like it?” At our first dinner together, he asked somewhat nervously
The table was set with exquisite French cuisine, each dish perfection. But what moved me most wasn’t the food itself–it was the careful anticipation in his eyes.
“It’s delicious,‘ I smiled. “But actually, I prefer simple home cooking.”
The next day, the table held roast chicken with mashed potatoes, corn chowder, and fresh bread.
Elena treated me like a real daughter, taking me shopping, teaching me how to manage the estate, even sharing stories of her youth.
“When I first met Damien’s father, I thought he was just a crude businessman,” Elena said with a laugh. “Turns out he learned piano for a whole year just to impress me–played my favorite piece at my birthday party.”
“Love,” she sighed, “always makes us better versions of ourselves.”
And Damien–he did everything possible to make me happy.
He redesigned the garden, filling it with my favorite blue hydrangeas. He stocked the library with every book I loved. He even learned to bake, making me cakes himself.
One evening a month later, over dinner, Damien said seriously: “Aurelia, I want to introduce you to everyone. Let the whole world know–you’re my most precious treasure.”
My heart raced. ‘You mean…”
“A grand gala.” He took my hand. “I want everyone to see how lucky Damien Ravencroft is to have you.”
On the day of the gala, the entire estate was decorated like a fairytale. White roses and lilies everywhere. Guests in formal attire, faces glowing with congratulations.
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The maid nodded and huuried away.
Sven after, the gate officially began. I took Elena’s arm and walked theward be garden. Every guest’s gaze fixed on me, their eyes full of sobnation and blessing, filling me with warmth
Damien stood at the center of the pavilion i
impeccable black suit,
me you couldn’t look away. When he saw me, his eyes blazed
Ladies and gentlemen, the host’s voice rang through the garden, today we witness the beginning of a beautiful love story…
I walked in Damien’s side. He kissed my hand gently, his eyes brimming with devotion,
‘Aurelia,” he held my hand, turning to all the guests, “this is my fiancée, most precious treasure of my life,”
Thunderous applause and cheers erupted around us.
Just then, a dozen men in black suits flooded the garden like a tide,
Every guest screamed in terror, backing away.
The man leading them wore a black three–piece suit, his eyes cold as the abyss. In the sunlight, his sharply defined features were devastatingly handsome yet laced with lethal danger.
Kieran Blackthorne.
His gaze locked onto Damien and me with laser intensity, his eyes burning with insane possessiveness and fury.
Chapter Nine
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
