Damon didn't answer my question.
He just smirked and left.
I was finally alone, but…
A shiver ran down my spine.
The first thing that struck me as I entered Damon's room—the master bedroom— was the coldness.
Not just the temperature, but the atmosphere itself.
It was just like him.
Dark. Silent. Intimidating.
The entire room was a blend of black, gray, and navy.
Dark marble floors, black silk curtains, and a massive king-sized bed covered in deep gray sheets.
Minimalist. Almost empty.
No warmth. No personal touches.
Even the air smelled clean, crisp—like expensive cologne and power.
I let out a slow breath. So, this is Damon Zichen. Even his space is untouchable.
My fingers trailed against the smooth surface of a polished black desk near the window.
Everything in here screamed untouchable.
And yet—
I was here.
Standing in the very heart of his domain.
I took a seat at the desk.
I had been busy with everything, but now… it was time to settle my personal matters.
I flipped open my laptop and logged into the stock market portal.
First, I checked my bank balance.
1 million.
I sighed.
I remembered the money I took from my stepmother.
She had stolen five million from my father under my name, yet she only gave me one million, claiming Ava needed a new bedroom set and she dosen't have a father sh*t.
"I can't believe I was this dumb in my past life."
But this was enough ….. Enough to invest.
I opened the stock market chat box.
People were panicking over the downfall of SU Stock.
Everyone was selling.
I scrolled through the chats:
M The Boss:Gosh, this stock is dropping daily! Is anyone buying? I'll sell at half price! Am Handsome But Need Money:I need to sell mine before it crashes further! Any buyers?I'm A Lunatic:Who would be dumb enough to buy a falling stock?
After going through the messages, I smirked.
They were desperate to sell.
And I wanted to buy.
I quickly changed my username to:
✨ The Dark Prince's Queen ✨
Then, I typed:
The Dark Prince's Queen:I'm interested. Chat me up.
The first reply came instantly.
Am Handsome But Need Money:Really?!
Then more followed.
I was satisfied.
With just one million, I bought stocks worth fifty million.
In my past life, SU Stock had issues, but within three days, it recovered with a very high return, overturning the market.
Those who held onto their stocks made a fortune.
By the day after tomorrow, I would make a double of my money which is …..
Interesting!!.
After finishing the transactions, I browsed for other promising stocks.
Nothing interesting.
I logged out.
Just as I was about to shut my laptop, messages popped up in the chatbox.
I'm A Lunatic:Who is this? Buying a stock that's falling?
Let's Trade:Maybe she's new to the stock market?
M The Boss:I don't care. I just sold mine!
Am Handsome But Need Money:Same here!
The chat was buzzing with curiosity.
But I didn't care.
I logged out.
Standing up, I stretched my back, still facing the window.
I was about to take another careful look at the cold, dark room when—
Click.
The door opened and shut behind me.
A deep, commanding voice shattered the silence.
"You don't seem impressed, Mrs. Zichen."
I turned slowly.
Damon.
He had removed his suit jacket and now stood by the bar, pouring himself a glass of whiskey…. For the second time since we returned.
His sleeves were rolled up, exposing strong forearms.
His watch gleamed under the dim lighting.
His presence alone filled the room.
Powerful. Dangerous.
And all I could think at that moment was—
I will make him mine.
I tilted my head slightly, offering him a small smirk.
"It suits you."
Damon took a slow sip of his drink, his expression unreadable.
This man…
Is he trying to test me?.
But I wouldn't be intimidated.
I took slow steps toward him, closing the distance.
"Mr. Zichen." I met his gaze boldly. "Do you think you can handle me?"
A flicker of amusement passed through his eyes before he downed his whiskey and drop the glass.
"We'll see."
I was close enough to catch the strong scent of whiskey from his breath—intoxicating, rich, and heady.
Breathtaking.
It wasn't just the whiskey.
It was him.
His presence. His aura. The way his sharp eyes held mine, unwavering, unreadable.
Powerful. Magnetic.
Damon tilted his head slightly, his piercing gaze never wavering. He leaned in just a fraction, just enough for his warmth to brush against my skin.
"You're bold, Mrs. Zichen," he murmured, his voice deep, rich—like velvet laced with danger.
I held my ground, refusing to be the first to step back. "I have to be, don't I?" I challenged, a smirk tugging at my lips.
His eyes darkened, amusement flickering beneath the surface. He reached for his glass again, swirling the remaining whiskey before taking another slow sip. "We'll see if that boldness lasts," he mused.
I let out a soft chuckle. "I wouldn't have proposed to you if I was afraid, Mr. Zichen."
Damon let out a low hum, his gaze dropping to my lips before meeting my eyes again. "You intrigue me," he admitted.
I stepped even closer, deliberately invading his space. The air between us crackled with something electric, something dangerous. "Good," I whispered, my voice smooth. "Because I don't plan on being ignored."
Damon's lips curled slightly—a smirk? Approval? I couldn't tell.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Lisa."
I tilted my chin up, meeting him head-on. "Then let's see who wins, Damon."
For a moment, silence stretched between us, thick and heavy. Then, without another word, he turned, walking toward the massive glass window that overlooked the city.
"Get some rest," he finally said, his back to me.
I watched him for a moment longer, then turned toward the massive bed. My heart was still racing, but I masked it well.
This marriage was a contract. A deal.
But I knew one thing for certain—
By the time this was over, Damon Zichen would be mine.