Rain slicked streets reflected the city lights like shattered diamonds. In a sleek black limousine, Adrian Knight sat silently, tapping the polished leather armrest. His mind, always calculating, ran through numbers, investments, and the looming pressure of his family empire. Outside, the city pulsed with life neon signs, honking cars, and the muffled laughter of people who had no idea of the storms in the penthouse towers above.Adrian was a man who owned everything: wealth, power, influ ...Read More

The penthouse didn’t feel like a home.It felt like a perfectly curated silence.Elara stood just inside the doorway, fingers around the strap of her bag, eyes slowly taking it all in. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Marble floors so polished they reflected her uncertainty back at her. Soft golden lights that made everything look warm yet somehow untouched, unlived.This place belonged to Adrian Knight.And now, somehow… to her.“Your room is on the left,” Adrian said, already walking ahead, voice calm, detached, like he was discussing a merger. “Everything you need has been arranged.”Elara followed him, heels clicking too loudly in the quiet. ...Read More

Morning arrived dressed in sunlight and tension.Elara stood in front of the mirror, smoothing the fabric of the elegant dress laid out for her. She hadn’t chosen it. Of course not. Adrian’s assistant had along with the heels, the jewelry, even the way her hair was meant to fall.She stared at her reflection.Polished. Poised. Someone else.“This is ridiculous,” she muttered.As if summoned by the complaint, Adrian appeared at the doorway. Dark suit. Crisp shirt. That composed expression like emotions were a language he’d politely declined to learn.“You’re late,” he said.She turned sharply. “I’m on time. You’re just early.”A pause. ...Read More

The rain started without warning.Not the dramatic kind just a steady, relentless fall, tapping against the glass like it something to say but didn’t know how to begin. The city blurred outside the penthouse windows, lights smudged into soft gold and silver streaks.Elara stood barefoot in the living room, arms wrapped around herself, watching it all melt away.Sleep had refused her again.She turned when she heard footsteps.Adrian.No suit this time. Just a dark shirt, sleeves pushed up, hair slightly undone. He looked… less guarded. More real. And that scared her more than his cold CEO mask ever had.“You’re still ...Read More

Morning arrived far too soon.Sunlight slipped through the sheer curtains of the penthouse, soft and golden, like it didn’t it was walking into emotional chaos. Elara lay still, eyes open, staring at the ceiling, replaying every second of the night before.The hallway.His voice.Maybe it stopped feeling fake…She sat up abruptly.“No,” she muttered. “Focus.”This was still a contract marriage. Feelings were not part of the agreement. Sleepless nights weren’t either but here she was.She got ready quietly, choosing a simple outfit instead of the designer dresses laid out for her. If the world insisted on seeing her as Adrian Knight’s ...Read More