Damian's voice echoed sharply, "Get ready, Nova. Time to show the world." But before facing the world, I had to save myself. I stood frozen in my room, his order ringing in my ears like a command impossible to refuse. My mind spun with images—Devil's face full of pain, that slammed door moment. My heart screamed to find him, but my body was weak, still marked by last night's exhaustion and Damian's traces. I caught my reflection in the mirror—the black dress clung to me like a mask hiding who I really was. I took a deep breath, fixed my hair, and stepped out.
Damian was in the dining room, calm and composed in a suit, holding a cup of coffee like nothing had happened during the night. "Come, Nova. The car is ready," he said, eyes normal, brown and deep, but that yellow glow from last night haunted my thoughts. I nodded and followed.
Outside, the limo waited—black, shiny, with a driver opening the door. I slid inside beside Damian, the expensive cologne filling the air, but it felt suffocating. The car moved through Manhattan, trapped in traffic. "Today, you'll be introduced as the new CEO of Blackwood Enterprises," Damian said, checking his phone. "The first board meeting is ready. I'll guide you, but you have to be strong." I said nothing, staring out at the flashing billboards, people, and endless roads. Questions churned—Where was Devil? Was he alright? What secret did Damian hide? Still, I stayed silent.
We stopped in front of the Blackwood Tower—a fifty-story glass giant shimmering under the sun. I took a deep breath and stepped out. Photographers shouted for "Miss Blackwood, one pose!" Miss Blackwood? I was still Nova, but now that title hung around my neck like a chain.
Inside the lobby, employees stood clapping. I forced a smile, though inside I was breaking. In the elevator, Damian gripped my hand firmly, possessively. "Relax. You're mine, and this company is yours."
On the 48th floor, the boardroom awaited: a long table surrounded by ten suited faces turned toward me. Damian introduced me, "This is Nova Blackwood, our new CEO. She is my wife, and now leader of this company." Applause followed, but my eyes scanned those faces—did anyone understand what I had been through? The meeting began—projects, finances—but my mind wandered. Damian answered every question, telling me to just nod. "You'll learn," he whispered.
When the meeting ended, I went to my office—a glass-walled room overlooking the city, yet I felt imprisoned.
In the afternoon, a secretary arrived—blonde and sharp, named Emma. "Miss Blackwood, here's your schedule." I took the files but thought elsewhere. "Emma, do you know Devil Blackwood?" I asked, controlling my voice.
"Yes, Mr. Blackwood's son. He visits the office sometimes, maybe not today," she replied thoughtfully.
My heart sank. "Where might he be?"
She shrugged, "Maybe his apartment or campus."
I thanked her but formed a plan—to meet Devil without telling Damian. But how? My phone was missing, and every move at the office was watched.
In the evening, Damian called me for dinner. "Top clients are coming," he said. I dressed in a red gown he chose.
The restaurant gleamed with crystal chandeliers, wine, and murmurs. I smiled but feared inside.
Damian's hand rested on my shoulder. "You look perfect."
I tried smiling, then saw him at the door—Devil. Alone, suit on, his face full of anger. Our eyes met, and he stopped. Damian noticed, "Oh, my son. Come, Devil."
Devil approached but avoided my gaze. "Dad, just checking in," he said coldly.
Damian chuckled, "Good to have you. Nova, you've met my son, a smart boy."
I nodded, "Yes, we have."
Devil gave me a cutting look and left. My heart pounded. How was he looking at me? Damian was distracted, busy with talk.
Back in the limo, Damian held my hand. "You did well today. But remember, being my wife means staying with me—every way."
His eyes locked on mine, and I bowed my head.
At the penthouse, my mind restless, Devil's face lingered. I looked out at city lights, lost.
Suddenly, a knock. Damian said, "Time to sleep."
I nodded, but thoughts raced—finding a way to meet Devil, and what secret Damian hid. The night was about to restart, and I was trapped deeper.
As Damian turned toward the bedroom, his back to me, I hesitated—now or never.
"I need water," I said softly.
He stopped, smiled, "Go to the kitchen, but come back soon."
His voice was an order, but I nodded and slipped out. The hallway was dark, penthouse lights dim, steps silent. I didn't stop at the kitchen—turned toward Devil's room at the other end. The door was slightly open.
I pushed and entered. My heart hammered; he was there, by his bed, removing his shirt. His chest glistened in low light—the body I'd touched so many times. He was getting ready for bed, unbuttoning his pants.
I closed the door silently. His surprise was clear. "Nova?" he breathed, then moved toward me.
I ran and wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in his chest. He hugged me tightly, as if never willing to let go. "Oh God, Nova... what happened?" he whispered in my hair.
Tears came as I looked up. "Devil, I didn't know... you're his son. But I still want you..."
He silenced me with a finger on my lips. "Shh... Me too, star. This marriage... it's forced, right? I'll get you out."
We stood like that, heartbeats syncing. "Remember that night in Central Park? Watching the stars?"
I smiled weakly. He chuckled softly. "Yeah, and you said, 'You're my star.' I'll never forget. We'll be together, Nova."
His eyes held mine, and for a moment, all was right. But reality hit—Damian.
"I have to go, Devil. If he comes…"
I turned, but he grabbed my hand, pulling me close. I hit his chest; his eyes were hungry. "No, star. Not yet."
He kissed me deep, passion mixing months of anger and love.
I didn't resist.
He laid me on the bed, slowly sliding my dress straps down. I trembled but desired him.
He kissed and lightly bit my neck.
"Devil... we can't," I said, but my body said otherwise.
He smiled, "We can."
Fingers moved up my thighs, sliding my panties aside.
He teased me with his tongue, circling.
I moaned, arching back.
"You're so wet," he said, fingers slow and deep, then fast.
No pain, just pure romantic pleasure.
I grabbed his hair, pulling him closer.
"Now, Devil," I urged.
He was ready, pants off, hard against me.
Slowly, he entered.
We moaned together.
"Oh, Nova..." he breathed, moving deep but careful—love making, not just sex.
I gripped his shoulders, nails digging in.
Sweat mixed.
He quickened, rubbing my clit.
I came hard, shaking with intensity.
He followed inside, hot and full.
We lay breathless but happy.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," I replied.
But time forced me up.
Dress adjusted, but my thighs were wet.
"Bye, Devil. See you tomorrow."
I left silently to Damian's room.
He was on the bed, light on, watching me.
"Where were you?" he asked, calm but sharp.
"Water... and a walk," I said.
He stood, came close.
Eyes caught wet spots on my dress and thighs.
"What's this?" he asked, finger tracing.
My heart stopped.
Was he suspicious?
He stared like an animal sniffing prey.
"Were you with someone?" anger in voice but unsure.
Fear crept, but a plan formed.
I pushed him, bent down on bed.
"No, Damian. Let me show you," I said, undoing his pants.
His cock was hard.
I took him deeply in my mouth, sucking hard.
He growled, "Fuck, Nova..."
Tongue circled, up and down.
He grabbed my hair, pushing deeper, choking me.
I gagged but kept going, faster.
His eyes closed, doubt fading.
"Yes, like that..." moans escaped him.
I used hands to stroke and tongue to tease.
He came in my mouth, hot and salty.
I swallowed, looked up.
"Better now?" he laughed.
"Yes, wife. But next time, no being late."
I nodded, fear deep inside.
He fell asleep while I lay awake thinking of Devil.
How long could this double life last?
Would Damian's suspicion grow again?
Morning light came.
I drank water from the side table, the silence broken only by city sounds.
Should I call Lillian? No phone though.
I rose slowly to search.
In a drawer—papers, a wallet... and my phone!
I turned it on but it was password locked.
Damian's password.
I put it away, scared.
He stirred, asked, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," I lied, back to bed.
He pulled me close, chest warm and heavy.
"Sleep now. The business war starts tomorrow."
Threat in his words.
I closed eyes but planned—meet Devil safely.
Damian... his eyes, his power—was he normal?
Day broke. My life grew more tangled.