Ella woke up to the scent of expensive cologne and the unfamiliar weight of silk sheets against her skin.
Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim morning light spilling through towering windows. This wasn't her apartment. The ceiling stretched impossibly high, with intricate molding, and the bed—God, the bed—was bigger than her entire living room.
Panic clawed at her chest. Where am I?
She sat up too quickly, her head spinning. That's when she saw it—the gold wedding band glinting on her left hand.
Her breath hitched. No. No, no, no.
Memories from last night rushed back. The contract. The signature. Lena's smug grin.
She had agreed to a fake marriage. A business deal.
So why did it feel terrifyingly real?
Before she could process it, the door swung open.
A man stepped inside. Tall. Cold. Dangerous.
Adrian Blackwood.
Even in a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, he radiated untouchable power. His jet-black hair was still slightly damp, as if he had just stepped out of the shower. But it was his eyes—icy steel, calculating, unreadable—that made her stomach knot.
Her husband.
For a long, suffocating moment, neither of them spoke.
Then, with a voice as smooth as a blade, Adrian finally broke the silence.
"You're awake."
Ella's fingers curled into the sheets. "What the hell happened?"
A flicker of amusement—dark, knowing—passed through his gaze. "You signed a contract, sweetheart. You're my wife now."
The words sent a sharp jolt through her. Wife.
Her pulse pounded. She had agreed to this. But now, staring at Adrian Blackwood in the flesh, it felt like she had made a deal with the devil.
She swallowed hard. "That was supposed to be just paperwork. A formality. We weren't even supposed to meet."
Adrian took a step closer, his presence suffocating. "And yet, here you are."
Ella's heart hammered against her ribs. "Why am I here? Why am I in your—" She gestured around at the penthouse.
Adrian tilted his head, studying her like she was an equation he had already solved. "Because my lawyers finalized the contract faster than expected. As of midnight, you became legally mine. And a wife should be with her husband, don't you think?"
She gritted her teeth. "This isn't a real marriage."
He smirked, slow and lethal. "No, it's not. But for the world, it has to look like one."
Her stomach twisted. This was a mistake. A massive, irreversible mistake.
Adrian watched her carefully, then leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper.
"You got what you wanted, Ella. Now, let's see if you can handle what comes next."
And just like that, she knew.
She had walked straight into a trap. And Adrian Blackwood was about to prove that he never lost control.
Not in business.
Not in marriage.
And certainly not with her.