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The car doors slammed shut the moment Zayrielle was inside.Security.Locked.Protected.Trapped.She sat rigidly in the back seat as the vehicle sped through the city, her pulse racing faster than the traffic lights flashing past. Caeldrin sat beside her, his presence a solid, dangerous force. He hadn’t spoken since pulling her out of the café.His phone buzzed again.He ignored it.“You didn’t tell me it was this bad,” Zayrielle said finally, breaking the silence.His jaw tightened. “I didn’t want you afraid.”She let out a bitter laugh. “Congratulations. I’m terrified.”He turned to her then, his gaze sharp but conflicted. “I’m fixing it.”“You can’t fix everything with money and power,” she snapped. “This is my life.”“And it’s in danger,” he said, voice low. “Which makes it my responsibility.”She stared at him. “Why?”The word hung between them.The car slowed as they entered a private compound—high walls, armed guards, absolute isolation. The kind of place built for secrets.Th

Zayrielle Nox packed her suitcase at dawn.Not because she wanted to leave.But because staying hurt more than walking away.The apartment felt colder than it had the day she arrived. Every surface reminded her of a life that wasn’t truly hers—luxury borrowed on a contract, protection that came with conditions, feelings she had never agreed to carry.She folded her clothes carefully, hands steady even though her chest ached.Six months.That was the lie she had told herself.That she could survive six months without losing anything important.She had been wrong.The door behind her opened quietly.She didn’t turn.“You’re leaving,” Caeldrin said.It wasn’t a question.“Yes,” she replied softly.Silence stretched between them, heavy and dangerous.“You can’t,” he said finally.Zayrielle zipped the suitcase shut. “I can.”“This contract—”“Doesn’t own me,” she interrupted, finally facing him. “And it doesn’t excuse lies.”His jaw tightened. “You’re making a mistake.”“So did you,” she s

The lie began quietly.It always did.Zayrielle Nox didn’t know it yet, but the moment she stepped into the private lounge that afternoon, the ground beneath her was already cracking.She had been summoned by Caeldrin’s assistant—an urgent message about documents that needed signing. Nothing unusual. Nothing dangerous.Or so she thought.The lounge was empty when she arrived, the city skyline stretching endlessly beyond the glass walls. She set her bag down, nerves humming faintly beneath her skin. Ever since the argument the night before, Caeldrin had been distant—polite, controlled, unreadable.Too unreadable.“Zayrielle.”She turned.Seraphine Drae stood near the window, dressed flawlessly as always, her expression soft in a way that immediately put Zayrielle on edge.“I didn’t expect you,” Zayrielle said.Seraphine smiled. “I asked you here.”Zayrielle’s spine stiffened. “Why?”“Because,” Seraphine said calmly, “you deserve to know the truth.”That word again.Truth.Zayrielle cro

Zayrielle Nox began to notice the cracks the moment she stopped pretending Caeldrin Blackwood was untouchable.It was in the silence between his words.In the way his jaw tightened when his phone rang late at night.In the way his eyes darkened whenever his family’s name surfaced.Power, she realized, didn’t mean peace.It meant pressure.The morning after the gala was tense. Caeldrin was already dressed when she came into the living room, his tie perfectly knotted, his expression closed off like a door she wasn’t meant to open.“You have an interview today,” he said without looking at her.Her brow furrowed. “Interview?”“Lifestyle magazine,” he replied calmly. “They want to introduce you to the public.”Her stomach twisted. “Already?”“Yes.”She hesitated. “What do I say?”He finally looked at her then.“The truth,” he said. “Or a version of it.”That didn’t reassure her.⸻The interview room was bright, too bright, filled with soft laughter and polished smiles. Zayrielle sat beside

The first morning of the contract felt like walking through a storm.Zayrielle Nox had never imagined that a simple apartment could feel so foreign. Every corner whispered power, every shadow hinted at secrets, and every sound reminded her that she was no longer just herself—she was now part of Caeldrin Blackwood’s world.She dressed quickly, carefully choosing something neutral, something that wouldn’t draw attention. The rules were clear: no intimacy, no emotions, public appearances only. Yet, as she adjusted her blouse in the mirror, she realized the rules didn’t stop her pulse from racing whenever he was near.He was already in the kitchen when she stepped out.Caeldrin Blackwood. Shirt sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, hair slightly tousled, leaning over a sleek coffee machine. He didn’t glance at her. Didn’t need to. His presence was enough to make her heart flutter and her stomach tighten.“Coffee?” he asked without looking.She nodded, trying to appear calm. “Please.”He handed

The knock on the door echoed again.Zayrielle’s heart slammed against her ribs as she stared at it, then at the slim folder resting on her table.The contract.Caeldrin Blackwood stood beside her, calm in a way that felt almost cruel. Like this chaos was something he had been trained to survive.“They won’t leave,” he said quietly. “My family never does.”Zayrielle swallowed. “And if I say no?”His gaze softened—just a fraction. “Then you open that door alone.”That decided it.She reached for the folder with shaking hands and flipped it open. The words blurred at first, but the terms were clear enough.Six months.Public marriage.Strict boundaries.Generous compensation.Absolute discretion.Her name wasn’t on it yet.The knock came a third time, sharp and demanding.“Caeldrin,” a male voice called from the hallway. “We know you’re in there.”Zayrielle’s pulse raced. “They sound… intimidating.”“They are,” he replied evenly. “Especially my uncle.”Another knock. Louder.She closed t