The Tedd family mansion had always been a fortress.Marble. Gold. Silence.
But today, it felt like a tomb.
Esther stepped into her father's private study like a thief—heart pounding, breath tight, every step echoing like a drumbeat of rebellion.
She knew the cameras were fake.Her father preferred a false sense of control.
What he didn't know?
Esther had learned to play dead a long time ago.
She moved behind the bookshelf, pressed the wood panel like she had seen him do as a child.
Click.
The hidden vault opened.
Stacks of files. USBs in velvet boxes. A locked drawer marked: "Circle: Tier Black."
She picked the lock. It was too easy.
Inside—photos, letters, and a black envelope sealed with red wax.
She broke it open.
Her hand trembled.
Inside was a marriage contract.
Her name.Shawn's name.Dated six years ago.
"Arranged. Silent. Monitored."
"No," Esther breathed. "This isn't possible."
She flipped the page—and froze.
There was a handwritten note from her father.
"If you're reading this, the plan failed.Umbra has breached containment.Your marriage was meant to protect you—from him."
She sat down hard.
This wasn't just a secret marriage.
This was a containment strategy.
She wasn't in love.
She was part of a cage.
Back at the Penthouse – 2 Hours Later
Shawn was in the rooftop greenhouse, trimming a rare midnight orchid when he felt it—
Her anger.
Her pain.
He turned as Esther marched toward him, contract in hand.
"You knew," she said. "You knew my father arranged this."
"Yes," Shawn said softly. "But only after I met you."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because for the first time… I wanted something that wasn't calculated."
She threw the papers to the ground.
"I thought you were different. But you're just like them."
"No," Shawn stepped forward, voice steady. "I broke the contract. I destroyed the backups. I was supposed to control you. But instead… I chose you."
Her lips trembled.
She didn't know if she wanted to slap him or kiss him.
Or both.
But behind her rage was something stronger.
Resolve.
Esther bent down, picked up the contract, and slowly lit it on fire with the flame from Shawn's orchid lighter.
"Then let's both stop being pawns," she said. "And start playing the game."
Shawn watched the ashes fall.
He smiled.
"Welcome to the board, Mrs. Williams."