Mag-log inThe following morning, the Wilfred mansion was unusually quiet.
Sylvie barely slept. The image of Zade Russo’s smirk kept replaying in her mind, along with the words he left hanging in the hallway. 'There is a debt. And I always collect what I am owed.' She couldn’t shake it off. She found Ryan waiting for her downstairs, already dressed in black as usual, looking unreadable as always. "You’re up early" she muttered as they walked out of the house. "I didn’t sleep." he replied simply. Sylvie blinked. "At all?" "Didn’t need to." She rolled her eyes. "You’re not human." Ryan didn’t answer just opened the car door for her. His silence felt heavier today. Halfway through the drive, Sylvie’s phone buzzed. It was her father. 'Come to the office. Now.' He driver then sped toward Wilfred Corporation headquarters. --- Inside the building, employees whispered the moment Sylvie walked through the lobby. Ryan walked beside her, scanning every corner like he expected bullets to fly. When they reached the top floor, Sylvie prepared herself for her father’s usual scolding, or another meeting about her "responsibilities." But what she found instead made her stomach twist. Her father wasn’t alone. Zade Russo sat casually on the leather chair opposite the desk, one ankle crossed over his knee, flipping through a folder like he owned the room. Ryan waited outside. The same cold smile was waiting for her. "Ah," he said softly, “the princess arrives.” Her father stood abruptly. "Sylvie… sit down." Sylvie remained standing. "Why is he here?" Cole’s throat bobbed. "There’s something we need to discuss." Zade gently closed the folder and placed it on the desk. "It’s very simple, really." Sylvie’s eyes narrowed. "If this is about the sabotage..." "Oh, it’s absolutely about the sabotage," Zade said with a soft chuckle. "About your father’s losses. And about mine." Cole exhaled shakily. "Sylvie… please sit." "Dad, just tell me what this is about." Her father lowered himself into his chair. "Zade has made… a proposal." A cold shiver ran down her arms. "What kind of proposal?" Zade clasped his hands together. "A business one. Mutually beneficial." Her father closed his eyes briefly, then forced the words out. "You must marry Zade." It was like the world fell silent. Sylvie stared at him without blinking. "What?" "It’s for two years," Cole said quickly. "It’s temporary" "Two years?" Sylvie repeated, her voice low. "Two years of my life?" Zade leaned back comfortably. "Think of it as… an arrangement." "I am not merchandise," she snapped, her voice shaking with fury. Zade’s smile never faded. "I never said you were." "But you’re treating me like it!" Zade opened the folder and slid a document toward her, contract papers. "Your father owes losses beyond what he can cover. Millions." He tapped the page. "My cargo. My property. My operations. All sabotage through your father’s network." "Zade," Cole started, "we agreed this wasn’t.." "You are in no position to negotiate," Zade said. "The numbers speak. Your empire is hanging by threads." He turned to Sylvie again. "I step in as a savior. I forgive the debt. I inject capital to stabilize the corporation. And in return…" His eyes lowered to her lips, then rose back to her eyes. "I receive something equally valuable." Sylvie recoiled. "You’re insane," she whispered. "Sylvie," her father said, voice cracking, "please listen..." She glared at him. "How could you agree to this?" Cole’s face collapsed under guilt. "We’re on the edge of ruin. Investors are pulling out. Contracts are being frozen. If we don’t secure help within weeks, the company, which your mother and I built for decades, might collapse." Sylvie felt the room tilting. Her world, the privilege, the luxury, the identity, was standing on crumbling ground. "He wants the company," she said quietly. "Not me." Zade’s expression shifted. Just a hint. "Not at all. This is business," Zade replied. "And business requires… sacrifice." Sylvie’s voice broke. "Why me?" Zade leaned forward, eyes gleaming. "Because you’re the one thing Cole values enough to make a deal worth respecting." Sylvie stood up staggering back. This felt like betrayal. It felt like her father choosing his empire over her life. And worst of all... Her father didn’t deny it. Sylvie’s chest tightened until she could barely breathe. And Zade watched her break… with the calm curiosity of a man studying a priceless object he already owned.Ryan didn't answer immediately. He looked at her before finally exhaling a sharp breath. "Sylvie, you should not worry about that right now. The point is, we have what we need." "Can you stop saying that?" Her voice came out more strained than she intended. "Stop telling me not to worry! Every time you say that, it only makes me worry more. It makes me feel like there’s another monster hiding in the dark that you’re not telling me about." Ryan’s eyes softened, the hard edge melting away for a fleeting moment. He walked toward her and reached out to cup her cheeks in his large, warm hands. His thumbs brushed over her cheekbones, grounding her. "I need you to really just relax," he said, his voice low "You have me. I told you I would handle this, and I am. Please, just trust me for a little longer." Sylvie stared into his eyes and eventually, she let out a jagged breath and nodded. She stepped away from his touch and walked into the living room, sinking onto the plush couch. S
Hours later, Ryan stood at the stove, one hand resting on the counter while the other stirred the pasta slowly, almost absentmindedly. The kitchen was quiet except for the soft bubbling of water and the faint clink of utensils against the pot. The smell of garlic and butter had already filled the space. He exhaled quietly, his mind not entirely on the food. Just then, he heard soft footsteps behind him. He turned slightly, just enough to glance over his shoulder. Sylvie stood at the entrance of the kitchen, her hair slightly messy from sleep, her eyes still heavy as she rubbed at one of them with the back of her hand. For a moment, he just watched her. "Hey," he said gently. "How was your nap?" She let her hand fall from her face and gave a small stretch, her voice still laced with sleep. "It was… fine. Surprisingly. I didn't think I'll even be able to close my eyes." There was something almost amusing in her tone, like even she hadn’t expected to rest that well. She wa
She powered the phone on. When the screen lit up, for a split second, nothing happened. Then, vibration. A sharp, aggressive buzzing in her palm. She flinched. It hummed relentlessly, like it had been waiting for this exact moment. Notifications began to pour in one after another. The screen filled so quickly she could barely read anything. Messages stacked on top of messages. Her hands started trembling almost immediately. Ryan’s grip tightened slightly around her free hand, steadying her, but he didn’t try to take the phone. At least not yet. Her eyes scanned the top of the screen. Liana. Dahlia. Mum. Dad. Zade. The names blurred together. Then she tapped Liana’s chat first. The messages were frantic. ~ Sylvie where are you?? Please answer your phone. You didn’t say anything before leaving. Are you safe? Sylvie I’m serious, just tell me you’re okay. ~ She scrolled upward. There were even more. Messages sent hours ago. Voice notes she hadn’t opened. Her throat tighte
The first thing Sylvie noticed when she woke up was the quiet. Her lashes fluttered open slowly. For a brief moment, she didn’t remember where she was. The ceiling above her wasn’t hers. The curtains weren’t hers. The faint scent in the air, wood, detergent, something subtly masculine wasn’t hers either. Then it all came back. Ryan, his house, the way she had fallen asleep with her cheek pressed against his chest. As she shifted slightly under the covers, she realized she had slept unexpectedly well. Her hand moved instinctively to the other side of the bed, it was empty. The sheets were cool too. She blinked at the space beside her, processing it. She realized Ryan was already up. She sat up slowly, pushing the duvet down to her waist. Morning light filtered through the curtains in pale streaks. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet met the cool floor. She stretched slightly, shoulders rolling back, then stood as she slipped her feets into the hous
The mall lights were already glowing against the deepening evening when they pulled into the parking lot. It was one of those malls with glass front, automatic sliding doors, soft gold lighting. Ryan cut the engine and glanced at her. "You okay?" She nodded. "Yeah." He stepped out first, walking around the car to open her door. She noticed the way he automatically took most of the weight, always positioning himself between her and everything else. Inside, the mall hummed with life. It was almost six-thirty now, the early evening rush still alive but beginning to thin. Ryan slowed his steps so she could walk beside him. "Pick whatever you want," he said quietly. "Don’t worry about anything." She looked at him. "Ryan..." "I mean it." His voice was firm but soft. "Whatever it is at all that you need." She hesitated. "I can pay for some of it." He gave her a look, gentle, but unyielding. "No. You shouldn’t worry about that. Just… trust me. It’s not an issue." She swallowed and
For a few more suspended seconds, their foreheads rested against each other. Their breathing mingled in the narrow space between them. His thumb still lingered near her cheek, warm against skin.But then, the reality of the last twenty-four hours surged back into Sylvie’s mind. The abandonment, the panic, the tears shed on Liana’s shoulder, it all came rushing back, She pulled away suddenly creating a distance. Her eyes, which had moments ago softened with relief, began to shine with something else entirely. Tears. They gathered quickly, blurring her vision. "Why?" she demanded, her voice breaking before it could fully rise. "Why did you leave? How could you? You left me." Ryan froze. She stepped back further, shaking her head as if the sight of him standing there only made her more angry. "Do you have any idea what that did to me?" she asked fiercely. "Do you have any idea?""Sylvie, listen to me..." He instinctively reached for her hands, but she yanked them away from him.
They stepped into the house and just then, Zade appeared.Sylvie looked up and Zade’s eyes landed on her. And then they moved away from her and they stopped on Ryan. The change in Zade’s expression was subtle, but unmistakable. His brows drew together as he frowned. He stared openly now, with
After a while, Ryan stepped back, just a little bit. It was not enough to fully break the space between them and not enough to make what had just happened disappear. One of his hands was still there, cupping her face, his palm warm against her cheek. Sylvie didn’t pull away. She looked up at him,
It was officially one week to the wedding. It was no longer something distant or abstract, it was no longer something she could shove to the back of her mind and pretend was not happening because it was. That Saturday evening, Sylvie had just finished dinner.She left the dining as she walked slo
Ryan stood where he was after Sylvie turned away from them. He watched as she walked toward Zade’s car. His eyes followed every step she took. He wondered if she was doing it on purpose. But then he thought, 'No, it couldn’t be'. She didn’t know. She didn’t know how he felt about her so she c







