Mine On Paper, Remember That:

Chapter Two: Mine on Paper, Remember That

The morning after the wedding, Aria woke up in a stranger’s bed… alone.

No warm welcome. No husband beside her. Just the faint scent of cedar and musk clinging to the silk sheets.

The room was enormous—too polished, too cold. Like the man who owned it.

Aria sat up, clutching the thin bedsheet to her chest. Her wrist still tingled from last night—the mark now pulsing faintly beneath her skin like it was… alive.

Was that even possible?

She stared at it, confused. She hadn’t imagined Damon’s eyes glowing silver. Had she?

Before her thoughts could spiral, the heavy double doors swung open.

A tall woman in black stepped in, holding a folder and a gray suit set.

“Miss Vale,” she said coolly. “Mr. Blackwood arranged your new employment. You start this morning.”

Aria blinked. “Employment?”

The woman didn’t flinch. “He owns Blackwood Enterprises. You’ll be starting as an assistant in the executive wing. You’ll be paid monthly. Uniform included.”

Aria stared. “So… I married him last night, and now I work for him?”

The woman’s lips twitched. “He did say… ‘Keep her close, but professional.’ His words, not mine.”

Aria clenched her jaw.

Professional? She had signed a contract, yes. But she didn’t expect to be tossed into an office job with no explanation—or affection. Not even a hello.

Apparently, the man who was now legally her husband had already moved on with his day.

Aria got dressed in silence. The uniform fit perfectly—gray blouse, black pencil skirt, heels. Too tight. Too cold. Just like this life.

Three hours later, she stood in the private elevator of Blackwood Enterprises, the towering skyscraper slicing through the heart of the city.

Her heart pounded as the numbers climbed.

Damon’s company.

His empire.

His rules.

The elevator doors slid open to the top floor. She stepped into a sleek, modern lobby where a dozen sharply dressed assistants glanced up from their desks.

No one smiled.

A tall man with clipped gray hair approached her with a tablet.

“Miss Vale?” he asked.

She nodded.

“You’re assigned to the CEO’s personal office. Just through that hall. He’s expecting you.”

Expecting me? She doubted that.

She squared her shoulders and walked down the hallway.

At the end stood a set of dark double doors.

She knocked once.

“Come in,” came the voice.

She pushed the doors open… and there he was.

Damon Blackwood, in a dark suit, sleeves rolled up, collar open, staring out the window like he ruled the world.

Which he probably did.

He turned slowly when she entered, his face unreadable.

No smile.

No warmth.

Not even recognition.

“Miss Vale,” he said evenly, “You’re late.”

Aria’s brows shot up. “Seriously?”

He looked down at his watch. “Five minutes. I don’t tolerate delays.”

Was he pretending?

She stepped closer. “You do remember we got married last night, right?”

He raised an eyebrow, his expression as sharp as glass. “Did we?”

Her heart clenched. “You said I’m yours now.”

“I said you’re mine on paper, Miss Vale,” he corrected coolly. “That paper has rules. This is business.”

Aria stared at him, stunned.

He was different today. Colder. Controlled. But there was still something wild beneath his surface—something caged and snarling.

“And what do I call you at work?” she asked, her voice tighter than she meant it to be.

He walked toward her slowly. Predatory.

“Mr. Blackwood,” he said, standing just close enough to let her feel the heat from his body. “Until five p.m. sharp.”

She glared up at him, refusing to back down.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“Don’t forget, Aria. You agreed to this. You belong to me… but not in here.”

His eyes locked onto hers. For a brief second, that silver flickered again—like a secret fighting to surface.

Then he turned away.

“Your desk is outside. I don’t like distractions.”

She stormed out, furious and confused.

But as she sat at her new desk, her wrist burned again. The mark pulsed like a heartbeat.

Something wasn’t right.

And if Damon Blackwood thought she would just follow his rules in silence...

He had no idea who he married.

Q:“Is it fate that binds them—or a curse waiting to break her apart?”

A: “Because when his eyes darken, even destiny trembles.”🤗

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