Adrian Blackwood never answered to anyone.
Not his competitors. Not the media. And certainly not the Blackwood Enterprises board.
But today, they had summoned him—because of Ella.
Seated at the head of the long, glass conference table, Adrian remained composed as the twelve board members stared him down, their expressions ranging from concerned to outright furious.
Finally, Charles Wentworth, the board's oldest and most opinionated member, leaned forward, steepling his fingers. "Adrian, let's not waste time. What the hell were you thinking?"
A lesser man might have flinched at his tone. Adrian? He simply adjusted his cufflinks. "You'll have to be more specific."
Charles scoffed. "Don't play games. This marriage of yours—do you have any idea how reckless it looks?"
Another board member, Victoria Langley, nodded sharply. "Our investors are concerned. A sudden, unexpected marriage to a woman with no background, no connections—"
No pedigree.
The unspoken insult hung in the air.
Adrian's jaw tightened. They thought Ella was a liability.
They weren't alone. The press had been relentless, headlines questioning whether Adrian Blackwood—the most calculating man in business—had actually been deceived.
"Adrian Blackwood's Bride: Love or a Power Play?"
"Who Is Ella? The Woman Who Stole the Ice King's Heart Overnight"
"Gold Digger or Business Genius? Socialite Circles React"
Adrian had built his empire on control. Every decision was calculated, every move precise. His marriage had shattered that image.
And now, the board wanted answers.
They wanted him to fix it.
Adrian exhaled, his voice level. "My personal life does not concern the board."
Charles gave a dry laugh. "Spare us, Adrian. You know it does." He leaned back, eyes sharp. "The Blackwood name is our brand. Your recklessness puts our company at risk."
Adrian's fingers curled slightly against the table. Recklessness.
They truly thought he had lost control.
Good.
Let them.
His gaze swept the room, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Let's get one thing straight—nothing I do is reckless. You doubt my decisions? Then perhaps you should question why you've trusted me to lead this company in the first place."
Silence.
A flicker of unease passed through a few of the board members' faces.
They had underestimated him.
Again.
Victoria cleared her throat. "Adrian, we're not questioning your leadership—"
Yes, they were.
And he wouldn't tolerate it.
He stood, buttoning his suit jacket. "Then this conversation is over."
A few murmurs of protest rose, but Adrian had already turned toward the door.
Then Charles spoke again.
"You'd better hope this marriage doesn't backfire."
Adrian stilled.
"Because if it does, Adrian, even you won't be able to protect your empire."
A muscle ticked in his jaw, but he didn't turn back. Didn't let them see the spark of irritation that ran beneath his cool exterior.
Instead, he walked out, his mind already calculating.
They wanted him to prove control? Fine.
Ella was about to become the perfect Blackwood wife.
Even if he had to shape her into one himself.