LOGINThe 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.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.
By the time the bus came to a stop, it was almost noon.The sun was high now, bright and casting shadows across unfamiliar streets. Sylvie stepped off the bus slowly, her legs was a little bit stiff from sitting too long.For a moment, she just stood there. Her hairdo was already starting to fray, with a few loose strands of hair falling across her face.This city felt different from hers. Nobody here knew she was supposed to be getting married that morning. Good.She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and began walking. She asked three different people before she finally found the right direction to a car rental place. Her voice was steady each time she asked, though her heart hadn’t stopped pounding since she left home.The rental building wasn’t large. Just a modest storefront with wide glass windows and a faded sign overhead. She stepped inside.A man behind the counter looked up. Mid-forties with a neutral expression."Good afternoon. How can I help you?""Good afterno
After a while, there was another knock at the door. Liana froze mid-sentence while talking, her eyebrows lifting. "There’s going to be a lot of knocking today. We might as well remove the door." Dahlia stifled a laugh. The hairstylist paused in her movements, her fingers still holding a section of Sylvie’s hair in place. "Come in," Sylvie called out, her voice steady. The door opened and a worker stepped inside with her hands folded politely in front of her. "Miss Sylvie, pardon the intrusions" she began respectfully, "But Mrs. Wilfred sent for Miss Liana and Miss Dahlia. She is in the garden." Liana blinked. "The garden?" "Yes." "Do you know why? Liana asked immediately. The worker gave a small apologetic smile. "I do not really know." Silence lingered for a second too long. Then the worker bowed her head slightly and left. The door clicked shut. Liana turned slowly toward Dahlia getting nervous. "Why do you think Sylvie's mom would be calling us?" Dahl
Sylvie hesitated. Zade stood up too, across from her, composed as ever. He was used to people agreeing with him.She took a slow steady breath. "I appreciate the offer but I think… I’ll pass tonight." she said finally. The words landed softly, but not without weight. For just a fraction of a se
Sylvie stared at her phone. The message short and precise. I’m expecting you this evening. A car will be waiting at the gate. - Zade She exhaled through her nose. Of course he was expecting her. Her thumb lingered over the screen before she saved the number under his name, got to her room
Zade stepped onto the balcony. He glanced at the night sky first, then he hands tucked casually into the pockets of his tailored coat. Only after that did his eyes flick briefly to Ryan just a glance then looked at Sylvie. "Chilly." he remarked lightly." Zade then turned fully to her then with
The engagement dinner was still roaring behind her, music, the chatters from the guests and the clinking glasses but she felt she couldn't breathe. Not with Zade hovering and her father watching her every expression. Not with the cameras capturing every fake smile on her face. She pushed past a







