Married to the Cold-Hearted Billionaire

I signed the prenup without reading it. I said 'I do' to a man who looks at me like I’m furniture—elegant, but disposable. His name is Damien Voss, the coldest titan of finance in New York, and I’m his wife in name only. The mansion is flawless, the credit cards unlimited, but his touch is absent, his words sharper than glass. They say he married me for revenge against my father. But lately, I’ve caught him watching me when he thinks I can’t see. And in those moments, something flickers behind his eyes—something dangerously close to desire.

Married to the Cold-Hearted Billionaire

I signed the prenup without reading it. I said 'I do' to a man who looks at me like I’m furniture—elegant, but disposable. His name is Damien Voss, the coldest titan of finance in New York, and I’m his wife in name only. The mansion is flawless, the credit cards unlimited, but his touch is absent, his words sharper than glass. They say he married me for revenge against my father. But lately, I’ve caught him watching me when he thinks I can’t see. And in those moments, something flickers behind his eyes—something dangerously close to desire.

The first time I saw Damien cry, I thought I was hallucinating.\n\nIt was 2:17 a.m., and I’d gone downstairs for water, still adjusting to life in this mausoleum disguised as a home. The study light was on. Inside, he sat motionless before a blackened fireplace, a letter trembling in his hand. I shouldn’t have watched. But then he whispered, 'I didn’t mean to kill you,' and my breath froze.\n\nI stepped forward—the floorboard creaked. His head snapped up, eyes blazing with fury and something raw I couldn’t name. 'You’re not supposed to be here,' he said, voice like shattered ice. The letter vanished into his pocket. 'Go back to bed.'\n\nBut I stayed. 'Who died because of you?'\n\nHe stood, slow and dangerous, closing the distance until his breath ghosted my neck. 'Ask another question,' he murmured, 'and I’ll make you regret knowing my name.'\n\nMy pulse screamed to run. But for the first time, he felt real. Human. Mine to break—or save.