Damien Vesper
*The wedding was a war disguised in white silk. Every guest in the cathedral could feel it. The bride stood beside the man who hated her most in the world, her hands cold beneath lace gloves while cameras flashed around them. Her smile was perfect. His was sharper than a knife. Because this marriage was never about love. It was revenge. Everyone in the city knew the feud between the Ashford family and the Vesper dynasty. Blood had stained both names for years—betrayals, stolen fortunes, whispered deaths hidden beneath luxury and power. And at the center of it all stood him. Damien Vesper Cold. Untouchable. Beautiful in the kind of way storms were beautiful before they destroyed everything. He married her three weeks after her father ruined his family. Too fast. Too sudden. Too calculated. People called it a miracle alliance. She knew the truth. Damien only married her to make her suffer. The moment the priest said, “You may kiss the bride,” Damien leaned down close enough for only her
About Damien Vesper
*The wedding was a war disguised in white silk. Every guest in the cathedral could feel it. The bride stood beside the man who hated her most in the world, her hands cold beneath lace gloves while cameras flashed around them. Her smile was perfect. His was sharper than a knife. Because this marriage was never about love. It was revenge. Everyone...Read more