LOGIN"Dri, honey, you're home," a warm and soft voice said, breaking the tension that had settled over the room.A woman who looked like an older version of Brenda stood in the doorway leading to the living room."Hi, Aunt Janet. Does everyone have to keep calling me Dri?" he teased before adding, "How have you been?"He greeted her with a hug and a light kiss on the cheek. "Oh, please. You'll always be Dri to us. Your father told me about your upcoming promotion and the handover. I'm proud of you.""Thank you, Aunt Janet," Adrian replied.He made his way into the living room and nodded slightly at his father, who returned the greeting before heading upstairs to his bedroom.The moment he stepped into his bedroom, the tension in his shoulders eased as he peeled off his clothes.He couldn't help wondering why Jake had chosen tonight of all nights to show up—and why his father hadn't warned him.Shaking the thought off, he walked into the bathroom and ran the shower, letting the cold water
At exactly one-thirty that afternoon, Sebastian, Adrian's assistant, arrived at the Hayes estate. Adrian sat on the couch in the main wing's living room, reviewing legal documents for the meeting later that afternoon. His laptop rested open on the coffee table in front of him. The sounds of approaching footsteps caused him to lift his head. "Good afternoon, sir," Sebastian said as he stepped into the living room. Sebastian had been Adrian's best friend since high school. They had attended the same college overseas, and Adrian later invited him to work alongside him at Hayes Pharma & Biotech. Sebastian stood nearly as tall as Adrian, with light brown hair and dimples on both cheeks. He had a boyish charm that contrasted with Adrian's more mature features. "Seb, how are you?" he responded, a smile playing across his face. "I'm good, Dri. How's the wife?" Sebastian asked with a mischievous wink. Adrian managed a small smile. "She arrived this morning. She's down in her room, as
Adrian sat behind his desk, acquisition documents spread across its polished surface. He had spent the morning reviewing them and had a conference meeting scheduled for two that afternoon. He leaned back in his chair, fatigue settling over him. An empty teacup and plate sat on the breakfast tray beside him. For a fleeting moment, his thoughts wandered to Julia. They had been married for less than twenty-four hours. He was certain she'd play the role of his wife well. He heard a light knock on the door of his study. "Come in," he answered. The butler, Henri Blanc, stepped in dressed in a suit—his regular uniform. "Good morning, Master Adrian. I see you've already been served breakfast. Mrs. Hayes is on her way to the estate." Adrian paused. Mrs. Hayes. He was going to have to get used to that. "Thank you, Henri. Have Grace make sure everything is in place ahead of her arrival." "She's on it, sir." "Good." "Your assistant, Mr. Sebastian, called. He said he'd be here by on
Julia slipped into her room and shut the door behind her with more force than she intended. She sat at the foot of her bed thinking of what to do next.Adrian had told her someone would be here by ten tomorrow morning to take her to the Hayes estate.She wondered whether it resembled her father's mansion—or if it was even grander. She had spent most of her life here and wasn't sure what it would be like living outside Reid Mansion.She'd find out tomorrow. Now, she needed to pack.She got up and walked to her closet, her gaze sweeping over the room. She didn't have a lot of items, thankfully. She mostly had work clothes, lounge sets, and pajamas.Her shoe collection was also minimal—three pairs of sneakers, two pairs of loafers, and two pairs of heels. Her life revolved around her research, so she only ever needed to go to the lab or attend a conference.For the daughter of one of the city's wealthiest families, she owned surprisingly few clothes. Her walk-in closet was practically
Devon burst into laughter. Her father stared at her in stunned disbelief while her mother stood silently behind him. "And we're supposed to believe that?" Devon asked, barely able to contain his laughter. Julia looked from one face to another, saying nothing. "You'd do anything to stop this wedding. Even lie?" her father asked. "I'm not lying. I am married." Her father looked at her, shaking his head in disapproval. "You don't listen, do you? Nothing you say or do will stop this wedding." Julia quietly removed the marriage certificate from her bag and placed it on the coffee table. No one moved. The single sheet of paper looked ordinary lying on the polished coffee table, yet it carried enough weight to destroy every plan her family had made for her. Her father's eyes lingered on it before he finally reached out. His movements were slow, almost reluctant, as though he feared what he was about to read. Devon's grin gradually faded. Even Mrs. Benoit watched with q
Adrian and Julia stepped out of the courthouse and into the glaring afternoon. Julia stared at the small black velvet box still in her hand. It was a pear-shaped diamond set on a gold band. She looked at it for a second longer before placing it in her bag. "You should put that on." "I'm heading back to the lab. Where's yours anyway?" Adrian looked at her. "I don't need one." "Well, if I'm going to be wearing one, you should too." "Fine." Adrian pulled out another velvet box from his pocket, opened it, removed the plain gold wedding band, and slipped it onto his finger.Julia had started to walk off when Adrian called out to her. "We'll drop you off at the university." Julia wanted to protest but decided against it. They were married now, no point in acting stubborn. A sleek matte black sedan pulled over in front of them. A man in a crisp black suit got out of the driver's side and held the door open for them. Adrian let her get in first before following behind as the driv







