Ella sat stiffly on the luxe leather couch, staring at the contract Adrian had just placed on the glass coffee table between them.
Another contract.
Her stomach twisted. The first one had already ruined her life—what fresh disaster would this one bring?
Adrian sat across from her, one leg casually crossed over the other, every inch the untouchable billionaire. If the tension between them bothered him, he didn't show it.
"Read it," he said smoothly. "These are the rules of our arrangement."
Ella folded her arms. "Rules? You mean more control?"
Adrian's lips twitched, just barely. "Call it whatever you like. But if we're going to keep up this charade, I need to ensure you don't step out of line."
Her jaw clenched. Step out of line? What was she, an employee?
Still, she picked up the contract, her eyes scanning the text. And with each word, her frustration grew.
The Terms of the Blackwood Marriage:
Six months. They would remain married for half a year. No more, no less.
No public scandals. Ella had to attend events as his wife, smile when required, and keep her mouth shut.
No personal involvement. Their marriage was a business deal—nothing more. No emotional entanglements.
Adrian had the final say. On everything.
Ella's grip tightened on the pages. Unbelievable.
She tossed the contract back onto the table and met his steely gaze. "You really think you can control me like one of your employees?"
Adrian leaned back, his expression unreadable. "I think you signed up for this, and now you have to deal with the consequences."
Her pulse pounded. "You're unbelievable."
He smirked. "So I've been told."
Ella exhaled sharply. This wasn't about her. This was about him—about protecting his pristine reputation, keeping the media from tearing into his personal life.
And her? She was just another pawn in his perfectly controlled world.
But she had no choice. If she walked away now, it wouldn't just be her life ruined—it would be her mother's too.
She swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay calm. "Fine."
Adrian's brow arched. "Fine?"
Ella lifted her chin. "I'll stay. Six months. But I have my own conditions."
A flicker of amusement passed through his gaze. "Do you?"
She ignored the mocking tone. "First—I'm not your servant. I won't be ordered around."
Adrian tilted his head, considering. "Fair."
Encouraged, she pressed on. "Second—I keep my life. I don't want you interfering with my job, my friends, or anything outside of this… this ridiculous arrangement."
A pause. Then, slowly, Adrian nodded. "Agreed."
Ella's stomach twisted. This was really happening.
Six months as Mrs. Blackwood.
Six months trapped in a marriage with a man who didn't trust her.
Six months of playing the role of a billionaire's wife… while trying not to lose herself in the process.
She had no idea how she was going to survive it.
But one thing was clear—Adrian Blackwood had just met his match.