LOGINElena's POV
Just like that, he turned and pulled me inside past the stairs leading to a long hallway which I assumed led to the rooms. Alexander left his mother and Victoria standing there, stunned. I was relieved when we left but I had this strange feeling, like unease because that was supposed to be my mother-in-law and it seems she and Alexander don't have a tight relationship. She doesn't like me so how will it be when I officially get married to him. I did it for my mum and brother so whatever happens. I can survive it. I kept thinking though, how Ryan's life will be inside this house. I could take it but would Ryan be able to?. Inside, the mansion was just as overwhelming as the outside. Marble floors, Crystal chandeliers and furniture that must cost a lot. The house was magnificent. I barely had time to process any of it before Alexander spoke again. “You should ignore my mother and Victoria. Keep your head high and play the role that is expected of You.”He said, his voice unwavering and serious. I was shocked at his choice of words. “The role expected of me?” “Yes, This engagement is going to be public knowledge soon. You will be seen, talked about and every move you make will be watched. You have to make sure they don't get to you.” I exhaled slowly, trying to process everything. “And what about you? Are you just going to keep handling everything like a business deal?” For a brief second, something flickered in his eyes, but it was gone before I could even guess it. “That's the only way things gets done.” Who made him like this? And just what had he suffered or gone through to become this heartless, emotionless and cold. He turned away and pulled out his phone. And just like that our conversation was over. He was done talking. I just studied him and waited staring into the hallway. Then hee called someone. A few rings and the person picked the call. “Victor,” he said through the phone. “I want an organizational dinner arranged immediately,” He ordered. “Make sure the press is there. We need to shift attention from the East Coast drilling situation.” “Yes sir, Understood.” Victor responded. Alexander's gaze flicked to me, what now? I wondered. “And You will take Elena shopping. She needs to be properly dressed for it.” I froze. Shopping. Before I could protest, He walked away. My fingers clenched into fist, Just great. In less than 24 hours I signed my life away to him. He has been using me to do different things. I haven't even had a chance to go see Ryan or how my mum is doing. Even Sophie, She must be worried. “Miss Carter, the car is ready for us to go,” Someone said, Interrupting my thoughts. Victor. He was fast. “Ohhh ... .Alright” I replied, following him. When Alexander left, I had no idea where he disappeared to but it was clear he had no intention of explaining himself to me. a few minutes later, Victor arrived. Victor barely spoke as we drove. I turned to look out the window, taking in the nicee views of towering buildings, high end restaurants. We even passed the one I use to work at. I was tempted to stop and take Sophie along but Victor would never agree. He always followed Alexander's orders without questions. He was like a robot and he was good at it. “Has Alexander always been like that?” I asked, breaking the silence. Victor didn't even glance at me. “Like what?” “Cold. Controlling.” He hesitated. “Mr Sterling is just focused.” Why did he hesitate? He knew something but he didn't say anything again. I knew he wanted me to drop the topic but I was getting married to this man. I had a right to know so I might as well try my luck. “That's not an answer.” I countered. Victor sighed. “He doesn't trust easily and for good reason.” That was the closest to a personal comment I had heard from Victor since I meant him. I had just one last question for him. “And how long have you been working for Alexander?” “12 years now.” He answered straight without looking my way. No wonder he knew Alexander a lot and understood him well enough. When we arrived at the luxury boutique, my stomach twisted. I had never been in a luxury boutique before, and I had certainly never been dragged into one by a man who treated shopping like a military operation. Victor walked ahead of me, barely even giving me a chance to pick what I like. I trailed behind him like a lost puppy. I glanced at the price tags of some things and woahh!, It had more zeros than my bank account. On a normal day, I wouldn't dare enter a boutique like this. “Pick what you want,” Victor said, sifting through the racks like he was assembling a uniform. This was funny. I wish Sophie was here, she needed to see this. “I don't need much, Just something simple.” Victor actually chuckled a little. First, I blinked. Did he just laugh a little? That was surprising to say the least. “Miss Carter, You're about to become Mrs sterling. Nothing about your appearance can be simple.” It meant I was about to be suffocated by wealth and expectations I wanted no part of. Then he turned to one of the sales girls. “Find her a selection of evening gowns. Something elegant.” The sales girls nodded eagerly and rushed off to do his bidding. I stood there awkwardly, watching as racks of clothes were wheeled out in front of me. The fabrics were gorgeous; Silk, velvet, chiffon. Dresses that belonged to a world I wasn't part of. A fitting room was already prepared. I tried the ones that were picked. But then I saw it, a silk peach-coloured gown with floral designs bringing out the beauty of the dress at the top. It hugged my waist perfectly, with a small slit by the side. It was gorgeous and so beautiful. I knew I loved it immediately. I saw it and I knew Sophie would too. Just as we were leaving, my worst nightmare began. Eleanor Sterling and Victoria Langford walked in, exuding wealth, power, and barely contained disdain. Their eyes landed on me, and the temperature seemed to drop. Eleanor's smile was cold. “Well, well. What a surprise.”— ALEXANDER —I woke up at five.Not from any external disturbance. The house was quiet in the specific way of very early in the morning, that particular stillness that existed before the day had committed to itself, before the machinery of ordinary life had started its engine. I lay in the dark and looked at the ceiling and I thought about the corridor.About her face in the doorway.About *I need to think.*I had expected to feel something after saying the true thing, relief, perhaps, or the specific deflation that followed the release of pressure that had been building for a long time. What I felt instead was something more complicated. A heightened alertness. The specific, uncomfortable sensation of a man who had put something irreversible into the world and was now living in the space between having done it and knowing what it would produce.She had not said no.She had said she needed time.I was trying to understand the difference and finding it smaller than I wanted it to be a
— ELEANOR —I had always been a patient woman.Patience was not a virtue I had developed through practice or discipline the way lesser people developed things. It was constitutive, built into the structure of who I was the way good bone structure was built in, inherited from a mother who had understood that the most dangerous women in any room were never the loudest ones. They were the ones who waited. Who watched. Who understood that the correct moment was never the first available one but the one that produced the result you had determined in advance.I had been waiting for Elena Carter to make a mistake for six months.She had not made one.This had surprised me initially and then, after the initial surprise passed, it had interested me in the way that competent opponents interested me — not with admiration, which was a sentiment I reserved for people who had earned it within my particular taxonomy of earning, but with the focused attention of a woman recalibrating her approach.El
— ALEXANDER —The call was from the board.Specifically it was from Hargrove, the senior partner, the one whose opinion moved the other three like tides moving water, the one whose presence at Friday's dinner was the reason the dinner mattered at all. He was calling to confirm the agenda. To discuss, briefly and precisely, the parameters of what would and would not be on the table. It was a twelve minute call. I handled it with the efficiency it required and ended it and stood in the entrance hall with the phone in my hand and the silence of the house settling around me.Twelve minutes.I looked at the stairs.The light under her door was on. I could see it from where I was standing, the thin line of warm light at the base of the door at the top of the stairs, the specific evidence of a person who was present and awake and on the other side of something I had just allowed to close between us for the third time.I stood in the entrance hall for a moment.Then I went upstairs.---I sto
~ELENA~He was in the entrance hall when I got back.I did not expect him. Alexander at six PM on a Thursday was supposed to be in a boardroom or a conference call or one of the hundred other places his schedule consumed him, the places that made this mansion feel, on most evenings, like something I occupied alone with Maria and the particular silence of a very large house that was not mine.He was standing at the foot of the stairs with his jacket still on and his phone in his hand and he looked up when I came through the door and something in his face did the thing it had been doing lately. The thing I had no name for. The adjustment.I was not composed yet.That was the problem. I had been composed in the cab. I had been composed on the pavement outside the hospital. I had been composed for the entirety of the forty minute journey back across the city with my mother's rosary in my closed fist and the weight of everything she had said sitting in my chest like something I had not yet
— ELENA —My mother looked smaller every time I visited.I did not know if this was real or if it was the particular cruelty of love, the way it sharpened your attention to the person you were afraid of losing until every small change became evidence of something larger. I sat beside her bed and held her hand and watched her face while she talked and I tried to simply be present rather than cataloguing.She was telling me about the nurse on the morning shift. A young woman named Patricia who had apparently very strong opinions about the correct temperature for soup and had been bringing my mother tea at exactly the right heat every morning without being asked."She reminds me of you," my mother said. "The way she moves through a room. Like she has already decided what needs doing and is simply in the process of doing it.""That sounds efficient," I said."It sounds like a woman who learned early that waiting for someone else to take care of things was not a reliable strategy." My moth
ALEXANDER'S Pov The legal meeting lasted three hours. Three hours of careful, precise language from four people whose job was to translate threat into strategy and strategy into action. At the end of it I knew exactly what my father was doing, exactly how far along he was, and exactly how many moves I had available before the window of easy containment closed. It was not a comfortable number of moves. I sat at the head of the conference table after the lawyers filed out and looked at the city through the floor to ceiling glass and thought about my father with the specific cold clarity I had developed for thinking about him over years of practice. Reymond Sterling was not a man who acted from emotion. He had raised me to believe that emotion was the variable that undid otherwise sound strategy. He had demonstrated this repeatedly throughout my childhood by treating the people around him, including his son, as positions on a board rather than people with interior lives. He had
Elena’s POVI stood in the shower, motionless as the water hits my skin, each drop a reminder of my thoughts. How did I let this happen?The night keeps replaying in my head like a broken video player. His touch, His lips. The look in his eyes when he took me to the room and entered me. I wasn't i
Alexander’s POVThe sun filtered in through the curtains, pulling me out of my dream.Then reality came crashing back.I blinked slowly, adjusting to the light. The weight against my chest moved. Her hand. Small, warm. Her leg still tangled with mine under the blanket.Elena.The memories from the
Elena’s POVMonths have passed and still I feel lonely. I enjoy the luxury of getting anything I want, eating anything I want, being able to afford my brother, mum and Sophie's needs but still it's an endless cycle of loneliness. Alexander doesn't even know I still exist. I haven't seen him for a
Alexander’s POVThe boardroom was silent. This air was tended and thick, it almost seemed suffocating. I sat at the head of the long polished table, my fingers drumming on the table. I had prepared for this moment but now it was taking long.Across me, the board members sat silently waiting for the







