Enemies to Lovers | Billionaire Romance | Slow Burn Revenge
ZARA
The gown clung to her like a second skin—white silk, sleek, expensive… and cold. Just like the man waiting for her at the altar.
She looked at her reflection and almost didn't recognize the woman staring back.
Elegant. Composed. Beautiful.
But inside?
She was burning with rage.
This isn't love. It's a deal. A trap. A show.
Her fingers trembled around the bouquet, but she held her chin high. The media was outside. The cameras were waiting.
And Damien Black would never see her flinch.
Outside the Blake Estate Chapel
Paparazzi flashed like lightning.
The air buzzed with whispers:
"Is this real?"
"I heard she used to hate him."
"Why marry someone you despise?"
She walked down the aisle alone. No father. No bridesmaids.
Just Zara—armed with silence and a hidden agenda.
And there he was.
Damien Black.
Cold, powerful, breathtaking in a black-on-black suit, eyes fixed on her with unreadable intensity.
"You're late," he murmured when she reached him.
"You're lucky I showed up at all," she replied with a smile that didn't touch her eyes.
The priest began the vows.
DAMIEN
He barely listened.
Zara looked exquisite—like a queen walking to war.
But it wasn't the dress. It was her defiance. The way she refused to bow.
Good. Let her fight. A tame woman never interested me.
Still, he watched her lips as she said the words.
"I do."
And when it was his turn—
"I do."
The kiss was brief. Distant. Cold.
No sparks. No warmth. Just a headline.
But even as he pulled away, he caught it:
a flicker in her eyes. Not hatred. Not yet.
Something else.
Curiosity. Challenge. A spark waiting to ignite.
Later That Night
She stepped into their penthouse suite.
The room smelled like money and secrets.
Damien was already inside, glass of scotch in hand.
"One bed," she noted, raising an eyebrow.
"You're free to sleep anywhere you like," he said coolly. "The floor. The couch. Or next to your husband."
She walked past him, cool and calm, but her heart thudded with every step.
"Don't worry," she said over her shoulder. "I have no intention of falling for the enemy."
He smirked. "Good. It would make your revenge harder."
She froze.
But didn't turn around.
He knows.
And the game officially began.
📌 End of Chapter 2
📖 Next: The First Night in the Lion's Den