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