MasukAdrian had only been gone for five minutes when the silence in the West Wing started to feel wrong.Lila stood in the middle of the room, her heart still racing from the way he had looked at her before he left. He was going to his company, but he had looked at her like she was the only thing that actually mattered. It was confusing. It was frustrating. And it made her feel trapped.She needed air.Lila walked toward the large glass doors that led to the private balcony. She expected the guards to stop her. Adrian had promised her "top-tier" security, men who wouldn't let a fly pass without a background check.But when she looked into the hallway, the chairs were empty. The guards were gone.A cold shiver ran down her spine. Something is wrong.She pushed open the glass doors and stepped out. The humid New York night air hit her face, and for a second, she felt like she could breathe again. She leaned against the stone railing, looking down at the millions of lights below."You always
The ride back from the hospital was the loudest silence Lila had ever experienced. Adrian didn’t look at her, but he didn't let go of her hand, either. His grip was firm, almost bruising, as if he expected her to evaporate into the humid city air if he loosened his fingers for even a second. The moment they crossed the threshold of the penthouse, the atmosphere shifted. The staff was already moving with a frantic, quiet energy. Boxes of Lila’s things were being carried out of the East Wing and across the neutral territory of the foyer. "What is happening?" Lila asked, her voice sounding small in the vast, marble hall. "You’re moving," Adrian said. He didn't stop walking until they reached the heavy, double oak doors of the West Wing. "The East Wing is too isolated. Too many blind spots for security. From now on, you stay with me." "Adrian, I’m pregnant, not a prisoner," she snapped, trying to pull her hand away. He stopped abruptly, turning to face her. His silver eyes were no lo
The buzzing of her phone on the nightstand felt like a drill against Lila’s skull. She groaned, pulling the duvet tighter around her ears, trying to block out the morning light and the persistent vibration. Her stomach felt like it was full of lead and acid, a familiar greeting that had become her new normal over the last few weeks.Finally, she reached out and swiped the screen. It was a video call. Sophie’s bright, worried face filled the display."Lila! Oh my God, look at you," Sophie blurted out before Lila could even say hello. "You look like a Victorian ghost. Are you even eating? You’re so pale you’re practically translucent."Lila forced a weak smile, propping herself up against the headboard. "Good morning to you too, Soph. I’m fine. Just... a lot of late nights.""Late nights doing what? Staring at the walls?" Sophie’s expression shifted from worry to disapproval. "Don't tell me. You and the Ice King are still at it, aren't you? How long has it been now? Two months? Lila, tw
The house was too quiet. It was the kind of silence that made your ears ring and your skin crawl. Lila sat in the dark, staring at the walls, feeling like a fly caught in a very expensive spiderweb. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her father’s face in that video. Every time she took a breath, she felt the sick, rolling waves of nausea in her stomach. She kept telling herself it was just the nerves. Anyone would be sick if their life had turned into a horror movie overnight.But she couldn't just sit there. She was done waiting for Adrian to tell her the "truth" in bits and pieces.She got out of bed, her bare feet hitting the cold floor. She didn't turn on any lights. She didn't want the guards at the end of the hall to see her shadow moving. She slipped out of her room and headed toward the library.She was betting it held something connected to this whole web.The library was huge and smelled like old books and Adrian’s expensive cologne. Lila went straight to the massive des
The East Wing had become a mausoleum of quiet. Every creak of the floorboards sounded like a footstep; every shadow cast by the swaying trees outside looked like a man standing in the corner of the room. Lila didn't turn on the overhead lights anymore. She lived in the dim, amber glow of a single desk lamp, her world shrinking to the size of the mahogany table where she sat, staring at nothing. The silence was a physical weight, pressing against her chest until she felt she might suffocate in the very air of the Sterling penthouse.She was paralyzed by a new kind of fear. It wasn't just the fear of Adrian’s coldness or the fear of the Sterling name, it was the fear that she was living with a man who had mastered the art of the "necessary evil." She sat for hours in the velvet armchair, her eyes tracing the intricate patterns of the Persian rug.She hadn't eaten a full meal in three days. Every time the scent of the gourmet breakfast the staff left reached her nose, the buttery richnes
"Dust to dust," the priest intoned, his voice competing with the rhythmic drumming of a relentless downpour.The words felt like lead. Lila stood at the edge of the open earth, her black silk veil clinging to her cheeks like a second skin. The cemetery was a sea of black umbrellas, a somber congregation of the city’s elite who had come to witness the final fall of a Vance. But to Lila, the only thing that felt real was the freezing rain and the man standing beside her.Adrian held a large, black umbrella over them both. His other arm was wrapped firmly around her waist, pulling her into his side in a gesture that looked like a husband supporting his grieving wife. To the cameras positioned a respectful distance away, it was a picture of tragic devotion.To Lila, it felt like being held by a predator.Every time Adrian’s thumb brushed against her side, she recoiled inwardly, her muscles tensing so hard they ached. She didn't see the man who had kissed her in his office. She saw a ghost







