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8. Empire First Crack
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2025-12-12 16:21:14The suite was quiet too quiet for a night filled with cameras, whispers, and speculation. Elara stood in the center of the room, still in her wedding gown, the bouquet fading slightly at the edges.
Adrian paced near the window, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other stiff at his side. His shoulders were tense. Every movement was clipped and precise, as if he were holding himself together by force alone. And then his phone buzzed. He ignored it. It buzzed again. Then again. Finally, he checked the screen and he faintest flicker of irritation crossed his face. “What’s wrong?” Elara asked quietly. Adrian didn’t respond. Instead, he turned the screen toward her. A trending headline glowed back at her: #LastMinuteBride Did Adrian Hale marry out of desperation? Who is this girl? Hidden mistress or secret deal? Elara’s breath caught. There were already thousands of comments, photos, speculations. One picture showed Adrian guiding her toward the reception hall, but the angle made it look like she was stumbling away from him. The captions were worse: “She looks terrified.” “Arranged marriage in 2025? Seriously?” “This girl wasn’t invited, check the florist uniform she wore earlier!” “Is she being forced?” Her stomach twisted. Hard. Adrian didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe. But the air around him shifted colder, sharper, heavier. “Are people always… this fast?” Elara whispered. “People,” Adrian said, voice clipped and controlled, “are predictable. They react before thinking, speak before knowing, and destroy before understanding.” His tone wasn’t angry. It was worse. It was detached. Elara swallowed. “Will this hurt your company?” “Not yet,” he said. “But it could.” A beat of silence passed. Then another. Adrian finally looked at her, and there was something different in his eyes. Calculating but also searching. As if trying to determine whether she could withstand what came next. “Elara,” he said quietly, “from this moment on, every move you make will be analyzed. Every expression, every word, every step. You cannot let them see you break.” She nodded slowly. “I won’t.” But her voice was shakier than she intended. The Knock A sharp knock sliced through the air. Adrian stiffened instantly. “Come in.” His assistant, Damon, stepped inside. He looked tense—more tense than Elara had ever seen him. “Sir,” Damon said, “we have a situation.” Adrian didn’t flinch. “Which department?” “All of them, sir.” Elara’s chest tightened. Damon continued, “Shareholders are calling. PR flagged three major outlets planning to publish by morning. Someone leaked that the original bride left voluntarily.” Adrian’s jaw flexed. “Names?” “Anonymous sources,” Damon said. “But the angle is bad. It makes it look like you married Elara out of panic.” Elara’s fingers curled around her bouquet stems. “That’s not… that’s not fair.” “It doesn’t have to be fair,” Damon said gently. “It just has to be believable.” Adrian turned slowly toward her. His stare felt like it could see straight through her. “This is the moment that determines whether you belong here,” he said. “If you panic, they win. If you crumble, we lose control of the narrative.” Elara lifted her chin, even though her spine was shaking. “What do you need me to do?” Adrian stepped closer not too close, but closer than usual. His presence filled the room, heavy with tension and authority. “You will speak to the press tomorrow.” Her heart stopped. “Me?” “You are the one they are attacking,” Adrian said. “You must be the one to shut them down.” She felt the ground shift beneath her. Public speaking? National cameras? Headlines already calling her a fraud? She wasn’t built for this. But she had married into this world. She inhaled deeply. “Okay. I’ll do it.” A flicker maybe respect crossed Adrian’s eyes. Just for a second. The First Real Fight Later, after Damon left, Elara sank onto the edge of the bed, her gown pooling around her like melting snow. Adrian stood by the window again, but this time his stillness wasn’t calm. It was the quiet before an explosion. “Why are they saying these things?” she whispered. “Why are they acting like I chose this? Like I’m… wrong for you?” Adrian didn’t turn. “Because they don’t know you.” “Neither do you,” she blurted. Silence. Then Adrian turned slowly and their eyes collided. Elara swallowed. “All they see is a girl in a dress she didn’t choose, walking into a life she didn’t ask for. I’m trying, but” “You think this is easy for me?” His voice was hard, controlled, but it trembled underneath. Not with fear he didn’t fear anything but with pressure. “You think I wanted this?” he continued. “Do you believe I planned for my name, my company, my reputation to be dissected because of a single night?” Her chest tightened. “So you regret it?” Adrian froze. A muscle in his jaw ticked. “I do not regret the solution,” he said finally. “I regret the timing. I regret the chaos. But you” He stopped himself. “Elara,” he said softer, “regret is not the word.” Her breath caught—and she didn’t know why. The air was thick. Tense. A moment she didn’t know how to read. Before she could ask what he meant His phone buzzed again. He looked down. His expression changed. Sharpened. Darkened. Elara’s voice broke. “What happened now?” Adrian handed her the phone. It was a new headline. Bolder. Crueler. BREAKING: Adrian Hale’s New Wife’s Past EXPOSED Who Is Elara Wynn? Sources reveal this marriage is a cover-up for something bigger. Elara’s heart dropped. Adrian’s stare hardened, jaw tight, posture shifting into silent fury. “Elara,” he said, voice low and final, “someone is targeting you.” Her breath hitched. “Targeting me? Why?” “I don’t know,” he said, stepping toward her, “but I will find out.” Another notification popped up. A photo this time. A picture of Elara from earlier at the wedding. But not as a bride. As a florist. Caption: Was this girl hired to decorate the wedding she suddenly married into? Scandal or strategy? Elara’s knees buckled. The room spun. Not from fear But from the terrifying realization that someone out there wanted to destroy her before she even began this marriage. Adrian caught her arm. Firm. Steady. “We end this tomorrow,” he said, his voice a low promise. “But first we find out who’s starting it.” Her pulse thundered. “Who would do that?” Adrian’s eyes turned cold colder than she had ever seen. “I know exactly where to start looking.”
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