The Man in the Rain
The car rolled to a stop a few feet ahead, its headlights cutting through through the darkness. Elara’s breath caught in her throat as the engine quieted. She felt her body stiffen.
Her hand hovered over the door handle.
Please don’t let it be Gerald. Please.
The driver’s door of the approaching car opened slowly. A man stepped out, tall, in a dark coat that clung to his frame from the rain. She couldn’t see his face through the shadows and storm, but his movements were calm. Unhurried. Deliberate.
He walked toward her, each step echoing with confidence.
Elara debated locking her doors, but something stopped her. Curiosity, maybe. Or exhaustion.
He knocked once on her window. Not loud. Just enough.
She rolled it down an inch, her voice barely above a whisper. "Who are you?"
"I could ask you the same," the man replied, voice deep and smooth.
His face came into view. Strong jaw. Eyes that seemed to know what he's doing
She blinked. Her heart dipped.
No. It couldn’t be.
"You’re Miss Williams," he said. Not a question. A fact.
She froze. "How do you know that?"
He didn't smile. "Because I came for you."
Her stomach twisted. "Gerald sent you?"
"No," the man replied. "Mr Wolfe did."
The name hit her like a slap. Her fingers gripped the edge of the window. "You’re one of his people?"
"I am."
She swallowed. Her escape had lasted less than a night.
"Please," she said, voice cracking. "Don’t take me back. Just... let me go."
He tilted his head slightly, studying her. Rain streamed down his coat.
"You think he’d send someone to drag you back in chains?"
She didn’t answer.
"Mr. Wolfe isn’t like Mr. Gerald. He doesn’t force obedience."
She gave a bitter laugh. "Really? Because marrying a stranger doesn’t feel like a choice.
“Ma'am pls, I'm just doing my job” he said.
Still, no reaction. The rain, getting heavy by the minute.
"You’re cold," he said at last. "And your car’s dead. You won’t get far like this."
Elara hesitated. Her jaw trembled. Every part of her screamed to run, to bolt into the dark.
But she was soaked. Shivering. And utterly alone.
He stepped back, opening his passenger door. "You can choose. Come with me now. Or wait here and hope Mr Gerald doesn’t find you first."
She looked at the empty road behind her, then back at the stranger.
Finally, with stiff limbs, she opened her door and stepped out.
The interior of the black car was warm, too warm after the chill outside. She barely noticed the luxury,leather seats, soft lighting, the subtle scent of something expensive. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
The man started the engine. "Name’s Cain. I drive for Mr. Wolfe."
"You always track runaways in the middle of a storm?"
He didn’t glance her way. "Only the ones he personally asks about."
She stared at her lap, that single sentence wrapping around her like a cold blanket.
He asked about me.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Back. But not to Mr Gerald."
"To him?"
"To his estate."
She turned to the window, watching raindrops chase each other across the glass. She didn’t ask anymore questions. Not yet.
An hour later, the car pulled through towering gates and onto a long driveway lined with trees that shimmered under security lights. The estate that emerged looked like something out of another world. Grand. Silent. Intimidating.
She stepped out, her knees unsteady.
Cain led her up the marble steps, through massive double doors.
Warmth enveloped her immediately. The foyer was vast, the floors dark and gleaming, a chandelier dripping crystals from the ceiling. But it wasn’t the house that made her pause.
It was him.
Adrian Wolfe stood near in front of the window overlooking the New York city ,his back to her.., dressed in a black shirt and slacks. His presence filled the room.
Slowly he turned to her.
Her breath caught.
He looked like a Greek lone god. Just standing there in all his glory,tall and dark and brooding.He held a wine glass in his hand slipping slowly. He looked so dark and dangerous just standing there and she swallowed. And she knew ,just by looking at him– really looking at him– that all the rumors about Adrian Wolfe being cold and ruthless and using any means to get what he wants was true.
This was a man in control. A man used to command.
His eyes raked over her and she shivered. His eyes were so piercing . Though they had the most beautiful color. A forest green.
He looked like he’d been waiting.
And maybe he had.
Cain gave a slight bow. "She’s here."
Adrian nodded, eyes never leaving her. He nodded .
Cain stepped away.
Elara stayed frozen.
Adrian walked closer, each step deliberate. "You ran."
She lifted her chin. "I had to try”.
He stopped a few feet away.“And yet here you are, in in front of me,despite your attempt to run. “Guess who's plan didn't go as planned”.
Well it wasn't by choice,now was it?.
“Oh my goodness,she couldn't believe she'd said that.And why wasn't she afraid of him?”. She thought.
A ghost of a smile touched his lips.Everything is a choice, Elara. Even running. Even returning.
"You thought you could vanish, didn’t you? That no one would come looking for you."
"No," she muttered. "I hoped no one would care enough to.
Before he could reply, she added "Why'd you choose me?" she asked.
Because you're different. Quiet. Calculated. Not like the others they tried to offer me. I chose you."
"I’m not a choice. I’m a person."I get to make the decision in my life not you or Gerald.
She wrapped her arms around herself. "What do you want from me?"
He didn’t answer right away. He simply watched her, as if seeing something beneath her skin.
Then, quietly, "To give you a life that doesn’t hurt."
Her heart stuttered.
She didn’t believe him.
He stepped closer, the air between them charged. His mouth tilted into something that wasn’t quite a smile. I know you don't believe me and I don't expect you to and just so you know I've done my digging.
I know everything about you, Elara. Where you go when you're upset. What you eat when you're anxious. Even the ex-boyfriend you never told your mother about. What was his name again? Caleb, right? The one who called you sunflower?"
Her lips parted. "You... you did some digging without permission?. Don’t you know that’s rude?"
And so is running away 2 days before your wedding."
She opened her mouth, then shut it. Her pulse throbbed.
He arched a brow. "Don’t test me, Elara. You won’t like me angry."
She narrowed her eyes. "Is that a threat?"
"It’s a warning," he said, voice low. "The wedding is in two days. Whether you walk down that aisle with fire in your eyes or fear in your heart is up to you."
She blinked, caught off guard by the chill in his tone.
Just then, a man entered through a side hallway—tall, with a trimmed beard and a tailored suit,his sharp gaze sweeping the room before settling on Elara. He approached with calm precision, removing his gloves slowly as he neared her.
"Miss Williams," he greeted, his voice smooth and clipped. "It’s... interesting to finally meet you. Though, I didn’t wish to meet you like this—not in this position."
He offered a faint, polite smile.
Surprisingly, the knot in Elara’s chest eased a little. There was no cruelty in his tone. No threat. Just quiet observation.
"I’m Julian Ashford," he added. "Legal advisor to Mr. Wolfe and his one and only friend." He smiled.
Then, he turned toward Adrian and leaned in to whisper something into his ear. Whatever it was made Adrian's jaw tighten..Adrian’s entire expression shifted.
The warmth in his gaze iced over. His jaw clenched. His hand curled slightly at his side.
Julian.
Elara watched the tension roll through him.
Adrian turned back to her. "You’ll return to Gerald’s estate for now. My driver will take you."
"What? You’re sending me back?"
"Temporarily. Until the ceremony. Don’t mistake it for mercy."
Her stomach dropped. "You can’t be serious.”You said I had a choice.
Cry about it to your daddy.Adrian scoffed.
What we have is a business transaction and nothing else,and it's done already.
He stepped even closer. "Don't even think about running, Elara. So behave. Or next time, it won’t be Cain picking you up."
She opened her mouth to reply, but he was already turning away, speaking low to Julian.
And just like that, she was dismissed.
Now she was going back .Back to Gerald.
Adrian sat back down at the head of the glass table, his face unreadable as Julian’s voice carried on about profit margins and creative leverage. The room was alive with murmurs, pens scratching across notepads, executives nodding at the figures flashing across the screen.But Adrian wasn’t listening. Not really.His mind was still fixed on the phone call. His grandfather’s lawyer. The request. Dinner. Tonight.He kept his posture composed, hands resting on the table, but a thought pressed against the back of his head like an unfinished task. He would have to tell Elara. She’d need to be home on time. She’d need to know it wasn’t optional.Julian clicked to another slide, stealing a glance at Adrian’s face. “As you can see, gentlemen, the sponsorship isn’t just an investment—it’s branding. Visibility. Legacy.” His tone carried weight, each word sharp, deliberate.The board nodded, several murmurs of agreement circling again.Adrian leaned back slightly in his chair, his gaze lowering
The steady click of heels reached him before she appeared, echoing faintly down the wide staircase. He didn’t lift his eyes right away…he never liked to give her that satisfaction but the sound drew him all the same. When she finally came into view, he allowed himself one glance, measured and sharp.Elara descended slowly, one hand grazing the railing. Her hair, loose today, caught the morning light in soft waves that framed her face. She wore a cream blouse tucked neatly into a high-waist short. Subtle makeup just enough to sharpen her eyes and color her lips…made her look almost untouchable, like she had dressed not for him, but in spite of him.She didn’t greet him when she reached the dining table. Not even a glance. Just lowered herself gracefully into the chair across from him, her silence as deliberate as the way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.“You said you wanted to see me,” she said finally, her tone steady, clipped.Adrian’s eyes flicked up from his untouched b
Elara woke up with her stomach twisting. The moment she opened her eyes, She woke up with a smile on her face. She had dreamt about Lily .. In the dream they were sitting together, laughing the way they used to before everything in her life changed. She could still hear the sound of her friend's excitement, and for a moment, it had felt so real, like Lily was right there with her again.Her smile slowly faded when Adrian’s face suddenly came into her mind and her brow creased. Why did he always have a way of creeping into her mind, even when she didn’t invite him there?Heat rushed to her cheeks as flashes of the night before, came rushing back. His hand, his voice, the way she had looked at him—it was all too much. She pressed her palms to her face, wishing she could erase the memory, but it only made it worse.God, what was she thinking letting it get that far? Why didn’t she stop herself? She wasn’t supposed to be thinking about him like that, let alone letting him touch her. It w
Elara was still sitting on her bed, hair slightly messy, her cheeks still warm from earlier. She hadn’t fully processed the way Adrian had looked at her before they pulled away from each other. Her heart was steadying, though every now and then, a memory of his touch would rush through her chest again.She was still simmering with anger—at him, yes, but more at herself. For letting his words crawl under her skin. For letting their argument replay in her head like a wound she couldn’t stop poking.A knock came at her door.She froze.Her first thought was him—again. Maybe he’d come back, maybe he wanted to continue what had almost happened between them. She pressed her palm over her chest to calm herself before standing up and crossing to the door. Finally, with a frustrated groan, she yanked the door open expecting to see Adrian, but instead there was a sleek little robot standing there. A small robot no taller than her knee blinked up at her, its metallic frame sleek and silver. It
Elara lay there, chest rising and falling, her skin still humming with the heat of everything that had just happened. Adrian hadn’t moved away; his hand was still on her waistElara’s chest rose and fell in uneven waves, each breath mingling with Adrian’s, their foreheads almost touching. The fire that had consumed them still lingered in the air, heavy, restless.For the first time since their argument, they had been quiet.Adrian shifted onto his back, his breathing steadier now. He didn’t look at her right away, but she felt his presence so strongly it made her chest flutter.Elara tried to stand, but the moment her knee wobbled and gave in, she sat back down with a soft thud. A frustrated sigh escaped her, and when she finally looked up, she caught Adrian’s gaze locked on her.The air stilled between them. He wasn’t smirking, he wasn’t teasing—he was simply staring at her with an intensity that made her flush deeper. She fidgeted with her fingers, wishing her face wasn’t betraying
Elara paced her room, bare feet dragging against the carpet as her eyes kept darting back to her phone. The message stared back at her—still unanswered. Her chest tightened, fingers curling around the nightgown she wore. She pressed the phone to her palm again, rereading the words she had sent, half tempted to delete them, half burning with anger that he hadn’t bothered to reply. He has ignored her all day again. With a frustrated sigh,she flung the phone onto the bed.Then she heard it—the low, familiar sound of his black car pulling into the driveway. Her heart skipped, but she felt a rush of relief and frustration . She yanked on the jacket of her nightgown, tying the robe around her waist hastily before heading for the door.By the time she reached the stairs, she realized she was too late. He was already upstairs, in his room. His heavy footsteps fading down the corridor toward his room.Her jaw clenched. No. She wasn’t going to let him brush her off again.—The penthouse was q