MasukElena“Adrian—” I started.“Don’t.” He held up a hand. “Don’t lie to me. Not now. I can see it. I can see everything.”“It’s not what it looks like—”“Isn’t it?” His voice was cold. “Because it looks like my fiancée is on a terrace with her bodyguard. Looking very much like she’s been kissing him. Looking very much like there’s something between them.”Silence.Heavy and damning.“How long?” Adrian asked quietly.“Adrian, please—”“How long, Elena?” His voice rose. “How long have you been sneaking around with him? How long have you been lying to me?”I couldn’t answer. Couldn’t speak.Kieran stepped forward. “My lord, this is my fault—”“Stay out of this.” Adrian’s eyes never left me. “I’m talking to my fiancée. The woman who’s supposed to marry me in ten days. The woman I thought loved me. So I’ll ask again. How long?”“Since the storm,” I whispered.He laughed bitterly. “The storm. Of course. When you were trapped in the tower. When I was worried sick about you. You were with him.”
ElenaI avoided Kieran for three days.Three agonizing days where I threw myself completely into wedding preparations.Final dress fitting. Seating arrangements. Menu confirmations. Vow writing.I forced myself to be present. To be engaged. To commit fully to Adrian.Adrian noticed the change."You seem different," he said over breakfast on the third day. "More... here.""I am here." I squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry I've been so distant. But I'm ready now. Ready to be your wife."He smiled, relief clear on his face. "I'm glad. I was starting to worry you were having second thoughts.""No second thoughts." The lie came easily now. "Just pre-wedding jitters.""Well, ten days from now, you'll be my wife. And all the jitters will be worth it."Ten days.I had ten days to keep avoiding Kieran. To stay strong. To not break.I could do this.I had to.That evening, there was a ball. One of the final pre-wedding celebrations.I wore silver silk. My hair was elaborately styled. I looked every i
ElenaThe next week was agony.Wedding preparations intensified. Dress fittings. Menu tastings. Rehearsals.All while I snuck away to be with Kieran every chance I got.We were reckless. Desperate. Completely out of control.The library became our favorite spot. Late at night when everyone else slept.But also the training yard before dawn. The storage rooms in the east wing. Even once in the gardens after dark.Each time more dangerous than the last.Each time closer to being caught.“We’re going to get caught,” Kieran said one night in the library.We were tangled together on the floor behind the stacks, both still breathing hard.“We won’t.” I traced patterns on his chest. “We’ve been careful.”“We’ve been lucky.” He caught my hand. “But luck runs out, Elena. And when it does—”“Then it does.” I kissed him. “I don’t care anymore.”“You should care. The wedding is in two weeks.”Two weeks.Fourteen days until I married Adrian.The thought made me sick.“Don’t remind me.”“Someone ha
Elena“You’re cruel, you know.”I turned to find Kieran emerging from the shadows.“What?”“Letting him kiss you.” His voice was hard. “Letting him talk about your future together. Letting him plan a wedding that should never happen.”“What am I supposed to do? Tell him the truth? Destroy him?”“Yes!” He moved closer. “Yes, you should tell him the truth! That you don’t love him! That you’re bonded to someone else! That you’re fucking your bodyguard while planning your wedding to him!”“Keep your voice down—”“Why?” His eyes blazed. “Afraid someone will hear? Afraid the truth will come out? You should be afraid, Elena. Because this can’t last. Eventually, we’ll get caught. And when we do, it won’t just be a scandal. It’ll be a catastrophe.”“I know that—”“Do you?” He grabbed my shoulders. “Do you really understand what happens when this blows up? Your reputation will be destroyed. Adrian will be humiliated. Your father will be furious. And I’ll be exiled or executed or both. Is that w
ElenaI lasted three days.Three days of avoiding Kieran. Of throwing myself into wedding planning. Of pretending his words hadn’t shattered me.Three days of lying to myself that I could stay away.On the fourth day, I broke.It was late afternoon. I was in the library, reviewing guest lists for the wedding.The door opened, and Kieran entered.Our eyes met across the room.The hunger was immediate. Undeniable.He started to turn away.“Wait,” I said.He stopped. “I told you we were done.”“I know.”“I meant it.”“I know.” I stood, moving toward him. “But I can’t stay away. I’ve tried. I can’t.”“You have to.”“I can’t.” I stopped in front of him. “The bond won’t let me. Every moment away from you is torture.”“Then learn to live with torture.” But his eyes betrayed him, dropping to my lips. “Because I meant what I said. I won’t be your secret anymore.”“Then don’t be my secret.” I moved closer. “Be my mistake. Be my weakness. Be whatever you want to call it. But don’t make me stay a
ElenaThe next day, Adrian announced he wanted to have dinner with my parents.“To discuss the wedding,” he said. “And our future.”Dread pooled in my stomach.That evening, we sat in my parents’ private dining room.My mother kept giving me meaningful looks. She knew. And she was waiting to see what I’d do.“Adrian has something he’d like to discuss,” my father said.Adrian took my hand. “I know we originally planned the wedding for two months from now. But I’ve been thinking—why wait? Why not marry sooner?”“How much sooner?” my father asked.“A month.” Adrian looked at me. “I know it’s fast. But Elena, I love you. I don’t want to wait any longer to make you my wife.”A month.Four weeks.Thirty days.I was going to be sick.“That’s very soon,” my mother said carefully, her eyes on me. “Are you sure you want to rush?”“I’m sure.” Adrian squeezed my hand. “Elena and I have already waited six months. I see no reason to wait longer. Unless…” He looked at me. “Unless you object?”Everyo







