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Soren's Pov The elevator doors closed on Adrian’s pale face.I should have felt nothing. That was always my strength, cold detachment, clean decisions. But as the steel doors slid shut, the echo of his words clung to me.“You’re insane.”He wasn’t wrong.For thirty years, I’d lived like a chessboard piece, moved, calculated, trained to win. Tonight, I flipped the board. My father’s plan was turned down. Celeste was gone. The press was feasting on the scandal and instead of cleaning it up, I’d doubled down. Married a stranger. A man who couldn’t even stand in my world without shaking.A man who made me feel something. That was the real madness.“Careful,” Nathan’s voice cut through my thoughts.I turned. He was leaning against the far wall, hands in his pockets, watching me with a predator’s smile. Of course he hadn’t left. “You’re slipping, Knight,” he said lazily. “The Soren I knew would’ve crushed that boy before he could blink. Now look at you. Playing house with a stray. All bec

Adrian's Pov I wasn’t supposed to be here. Just a guy with overdue rent and a sick mom. Yet here I was, shoved into the blinding circle of a billionaire’s life.Soren didn’t flinch. His face was marble, his smile controlled, his posture perfect. He tugged me close, like I belonged at his side, even though we both knew I didn’t.A camera nearly smacked my cheek. I shoved it away. “Back off!” I yelled, but my voice was drowned out by more questions.“This way,” Soren muttered, pushing through.“How the hell do they even know?” I hissed, stumbling to keep up.He didn’t answer. His grip tightened on me. The black car waiting at the curb opened as if on cue.Soren shoved me inside first. I slid across the leather seat, my heart pounding. He climbed in after me, slammed the door, and silence fell.My ears rang. My chest heaved.“What the hell was that?” I demanded.He didn’t look at me. He poured a drink from the car’s mini bar. “Welcome to my life.”I slammed my fists against my knees. “I

Chapter Three Soren's Pov “Do you have the guts to marry me, or are you just another coward?”The words left my mouth before I could stop them. I didn’t recognize myself anymore. My head was pounding, my chest hollow, but my voice cut sharp. I wanted him to back down. I wanted him to walk away like everyone else did.But Adrian Vega didn’t move.His eyes burned into mine, not with fear, not with greed, but with something worse, hesitation. As if he was weighing the cost, as if my life wasn’t already wreckage.The chapel lights flickered above us. The officiant, an old man with thinning hair and a cheap suit, leaned against the doorframe. He grinned like he’d seen this scene a thousand times before. “Well, gentlemen? We’re open all night.”I turned back to Adrian. His friend Marco was practically falling over himself, laughing and cheering. “Do it, Adrian! Come on! You’ll thank me later!”Adrian hissed at him to shut up. Then his gaze locked on me again.“You’re serious,” he whisper

Adrian's Pov“Don’t do this, man. You’ll regret it.”I grabbed Marco’s arm as he stumbled toward the neon-lit chapel doors. His shirt was half unbuttoned, his tie hanging like a dead snake around his neck, and his grin screamed trouble. He was drunk, and not the fun kind.“Adrian, let me live!” he laughed, shoving me off. “She loves me.”“She’s a stripper you met three hours ago,” I snapped, yanking him back. “This isn’t love. This is Vegas. Big difference.”Marco groaned, tossing his head back at the glowing sign: Forever After Weddings – Open 24 Hours. His glassy eyes softened. “Maybe this is what I need. Something crazy. Something real.”I sighed. I’d heard this tone before, every time he crashed into another bad decision and usually, I cleaned up the mess afterward. But tonight, I was already exhausted.My mom’s medicine was overdue. The bills were stacked higher than my fridge. I had two jobs and no future and instead of sleeping or working, I was babysitting Marco on the worst n

Chapter One Soren’s Pov“You’re joking.”The words came out flat and clipped, but the silence that followed told me nobody thought it was funny. Not the wedding planner wringing her hands, not the trembling assistant who looked like she might faint. Not even Clara, my sister, who had never been speechless in her life.“She’s gone,” the planner whispered, her voice cracking like glass under pressure. “Celeste… she’s not coming.”I stared at her. At the pristine chapel lined with white roses, the chandelier dripping with gold, the flashes of cameras waiting outside. At the hundreds of guests dressed in diamonds, pearls, and ambition.“She wouldn’t,” I said. It wasn’t hope. Celeste Moreau was many things, vain, spoiled, manipulative, but she was not stupid. She wouldn’t walk away from the deal of the century.But my sister’s eyes told me otherwise.“She’s not in the hotel nor in the dressing room, not anywhere.” Clara’s voice softened. “She left, Soren.”A cold, hollow sound filled my