Chapter 64: The best type of revenge

"You might have my surname but..."

"You aren't my husband," Serena said and rolled her eyes. "You are starting to sound like a broken record," she grabbed the hook of Damian's hand and smiled. 

Damian smiled back at her. He held her hand and marched forward. Serena glanced around the room, the room was full of guests from their circle. 

People she had met countless times at her high-class parties. Most of them were people she knew while others were simply people that she was acquainted with.

It was Damian's gesture of introducing her to society as his wife. She found the whole thing to be ridiculous as they had gone from the sunset couple to a bunch of villains forced to live together. 

Neither could she stand him and him her. She didn't even know why she went along with everything. 

"Two dances, one shared meal, and at least one photo," Damian whispered to her. Serena shook her head.