mysterious identity

Selena had agreed to marry Damian, but it wasn't out of love or desire,it was out of necessity. The contract was clear: two years of marriage, and then she would regain control over her life, free from the chains of family expectations. Damian, a man with a mysterious past, had agreed to the arrangement without much protest. Selene, however, couldn't shake the feeling that there was something about him that lingered in her mind, something she couldn't quite place.

For the past few days, Selene had thrown herself into her work. Her company, a successful fashion design empire, required her full attention, especially as a major collection launch was fast approaching. She was an expert at compartmentalizing her emotions, but every now and then, her thoughts would stray back to Damian. What was it about him that made her heart race, even when she didn't want it to?

When she finally finished her work and prepared to head home, a familiar, irritating voice pulled her from her thoughts. Selene turned around to see Caspian Devereux, a man she had known all too well. Tall, handsome, and with a charm that could make any woman swoon, Caspian had always been someone she didn't trust.

She didn't want to see him, especially when she was tired. The weight of exhaustion makes her even less willing.

"Selena," he said, his voice smooth as velvet. "I've been waiting for you for a long time. to meet with to you."

Selena couldn't hide the annoyance on her face. She was tired, worn out from the day's work, and just wanted to go home. "What is it, Caspian?" she replied, her tone clipped, her gaze icy.

Caspian seemed undeterred by her coldness. "I want to see you. You look more beautiful," he continued, his eyes softening. "It's been so long since we've had a proper conversation. We should go out for dinner tonight. If you don't mind."

Selena raised an eyebrow. Dinner? With him? The thought was almost laughable.

"I'm busy. I don't have time to waste on someone like you," she said, her voice tinged with sarcasm.

Caspian didn't seem to mind her biting tone. Instead, he leaned in slightly, his gaze intense. "We've been married for soon, but we haven't spent nearly enough time together. I think it's time we do."

The words felt like a slap to Selene's face. She had married Damian to avoid this marriage, and hearing Caspian's words made her blood boil. She was already annoyed by his presence, and now, his words pushed her further.

Her gaze flicked over him,his designer shirt had a lipstick mark on it. Typical. Caspian had never been anything but a playboy, and she knew better than to fall for his charm.

"You think I married you? Stop dreaming," she scoffed, her gaze dropping to the lipstick stain on his shirt. "Look at yourself."

Selena's voice was a mixture of sarcasm and mockery. "You're wasting your time, Caspian. Go find another woman to entertain. I'm not interested. Play your ridiculous game somewhere else."

She turned on her heel and started to walk away.

But Caspian wasn't finished. He called out to her, his voice a mix of frustration and challenge. "You don't have a choice, you know. You can't reject me. I'll talk to your uncle."

Selena felt a flicker of irritation flare within her. She turned to face him one last time. "Don't ever bring up my father in this matter, Caspian," she warned, her voice cold as ice. "I don't care what you think. I chose Damian. Not you."

She walked away, leaving Caspian standing there, his face a mask of disbelief and anger. For a moment, Selene felt a strange satisfaction in rejecting him. No one had ever dared to do that before. But as she reached the parking lot, her mind wandered back to Damian.

Why did the thought of him unsettle her so much?

The Enigmatic Husband

As Selena entered her car and drove to her apartment, frustration bubbled inside her. Caspian was the last person she wanted to see, but avoiding him entirely was impossible.

And then, her thoughts drifted back to Damian.

Every time she thought of him, a strange uneasiness settled in her chest. She couldn't focus on her work properly because of him. She had never felt this way before—not about anyone.

Damian had been calm, patient, ever since their marriage. It was as if he was waiting for something, but she couldn't figure out what.

Trying to push her emotions aside, Selene drove home.

When she arrived at her apartment, she opened the door and stepped inside—only to find Damian sitting on the sofa, looking as handsome and composed as ever.

He stood as she entered, his dark eyes locking with hers. There was an intensity in his gaze, a quiet force that made her heart skip a beat.

Damian suddenly stood up and walked toward her, looking into her eyes.

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"Welcome home, my dear wife," he said softly, his voice smooth and warm, carrying a sense of familiarity and affection. He looked into her eyes with a tenderness that made her heart flutter, as if time had stopped for a moment just between the two of them.

Selena froze for a second. His words caught her off guard. There was something about the way he said it,something deeper than just a formality. But she quickly composed herself, pushing away whatever strange feeling was creeping up inside her.

"You don't have to do this in the future, Damian," she replied sharply, her tone firm. "Just act like nothing's changed in front of my family. We'll continue with the plan, and that's it."

Damian's expression shifted slightly, a shadow of something unreadable crossing his face. But he didn't argue. He simply nodded.

Selena's mind raced as she walked to her room. What had she just felt? It wasn't an attraction—no, she refused to believe that. But there was something about him. Something that made her heart beat faster, even when she didn't want it to.

Damian sat back on the sofa, watching her disappear into her room, lost in his own thoughts. He said nothing, but there was something he wanted to tell her.

Inside her room, Selena let out a quiet sigh. Her heart was still racing, and she felt conflicted and unsure. She tried to shake off the thoughts about Damian, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't.

She was exhausted.

She quickly changed, freshened up, and got ready for bed.

Just as she was about to close her eyes, her phone buzzed.

It was Sera, her trusted assistant.

"Hello, Sera," Selene answered, trying to push thoughts of Damian aside.

"Ma'am," Sera began, her voice tinged with urgency, "your family wants to meet Damian. They've invited you both to dinner tomorrow evening."

Selena's heart skipped a beat.

The moment she heard that her family wanted to meet Damian, a wave of tension washed over her. She wasn't prepared for this—not yet. Her heart pounded as she tried to think of a way to convince them that she loved him, that their marriage was real.

She had barely come to terms with their arrangement herself, and now she had to sell the illusion to her family. What if they saw through her? What if they noticed the hesitation in her voice or the way her eyes didn't quite light up when she spoke about him?

Damian already existed in their lives—at least on paper. But this was different. This was face-to-face, under the scrutinizing eyes of those who had known her all her life. And now, another problem loomed over her, making it even harder to breathe.

How was she supposed to pull this off?

She quickly masked her anxiety and replied, "Tell them we'll be there."

As the call ended, Selene felt a wave of emotions she couldn't quite explain.

She hadn't realized how much pressure this dinner would bring.

She had to be careful.

She couldn't let her family suspect anything about her true feelings.