CHAPTER 4
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Eva couldn’t shake the feeling that the world had tilted beneath her feet. As the days passed since Victor Hale’s warning, everything seemed to spiral out of control.
She barely managed to keep her composure when she went to work, the words echoing in her mind, but the unsettling feeling only grew.
What had she gotten herself into?
Her phone buzzed, breaking the silence of her apartment. It was a message from Adrian.
“Meet me at my office. We need to talk.”
Eva swallowed hard. There had been no contact from him since that night at the diner, and now he wanted to talk? She wasn’t sure she was ready for whatever conversation awaited her.
But she didn’t have much choice.
After a brief hesitation, she typed a quick response: “I’ll be there in an hour.”
The moment she stepped into the sleek, glass building that housed Adrian’s empire, the weight of the place seemed to press in on her.
The polished floors reflected the cold, harsh light that came from the towering glass walls, and the security guards at the entrance eyed her with suspicion, as if questioning why someone like her was even allowed in.
Eva couldn’t help but feel small in the expansive lobby.
She wasn’t part of this world. She was just a waitress—a pawn in a game far bigger than her.
The elevator ride to Adrian’s floor was silent, the hum of the machinery the only sound filling the space.
When the doors opened, Eva was greeted by the same sterile, intimidating atmosphere that she had felt the moment she stepped foot into the building.
Everything was designed for power—sharp lines, cold marble, and modern furniture that screamed wealth.
She followed the receptionist’s directions to Adrian’s office, her heart pounding in her chest.
The door swung open, and there he was—standing by the massive window that looked out over Silvercrest City.
He didn’t turn when she entered, but the tension in the air was palpable.
The weight of the moment hung between them like a storm waiting to break.
Eva cleared her throat, trying to sound confident, but her voice came out a little shakier than she intended. “You wanted to see me?”
Adrian finally turned, his piercing blue eyes meeting hers. There was a heaviness in his gaze, an unreadable emotion that made her stomach twist.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said simply, his voice low and controlled, but there was an edge to it, like something beneath the surface was threatening to burst.
Eva blinked, startled. “I haven’t been avoiding you. I’ve just been… processing everything. Victor Hale—”
His expression darkened at the mention of Victor’s name, and he cut her off. “Forget about Victor. I’m the one you should be concerned about.”
Eva swallowed, feeling a knot form in her throat. She had so many questions, but she didn’t know where to start. “What does that mean?”
Adrian stepped closer, his gaze never leaving hers. “I know you’re scared. You should be. But there’s more going on than you realize. I need to be upfront with you.”
Eva’s breath caught in her chest. His words sent a chill through her.
“What do you mean? What’s really happening?”
Adrian leaned against the desk, his fingers tapping lightly on the surface as he looked at her, his expression hardening.
“The inheritance isn’t the only reason for the marriage. I’ve been targeted by people who want me gone. And you, Eva, are in the crosshairs because of it.”
Eva’s heart raced. She had known there would be danger, but this? This was something she hadn’t even considered. “What do you mean, targeted? Who’s after you?”
Adrian’s jaw clenched. “It’s not just about me. The people behind this are dangerous, and they will stop at nothing to get what they want.”
Eva felt the room close in on her, her mind spinning as she tried to process what he was saying.
This was beyond what she could have imagined.
“I don’t want you to get hurt because of me,” Adrian continued, his voice softer now, but the raw intensity in his eyes was undeniable.
“That’s why I need you to stay close. You’re safer here, with me.”
Eva shook her head. “I didn’t sign up for this. I didn’t agree to be part of some... war.”
Adrian took a step forward, his gaze never leaving hers.
“I know. But now that you’re involved, there’s no turning back. You’re in this whether you want to be or not.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but before she could speak, the door to the office flew open with a force that made both of them turn.
Cassandra Hale stood in the doorway, her fiery red hair cascading down her shoulders, her sharp features twisted into a sneer.
Behind her was her brother, Victor, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the frame of the door, his eyes dark with amusement.
Eva’s stomach dropped.
“I thought I’d find you two together,” Cassandra said with a mocking smile. “Adrian, darling, don’t you think it’s a little too late for you to start pretending to care about her?”
Adrian’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening. “This isn’t the time, Cassandra.”
“Oh, but it’s always the time when you’re involved, isn’t it?” Cassandra shot back, her voice dripping with venom.
“What’s this? You’re pretending to protect her now? You really think she’s going to believe that?”
Victor stepped forward, his eyes flicking from Adrian to Eva, a calculating glint in them. “Maybe you’ve finally realized what kind of trouble you’ve gotten yourself into, Eva. But it’s too late for regrets.”
Eva’s heart skipped a beat. What did they mean? What were they planning?
Cassandra smiled coldly, taking a step closer to Adrian.
“You may have your secrets, but we know everything. And no matter how hard you try, you can’t protect her from us.”
Adrian stepped in front of Eva, his posture rigid, the protective shield she hadn’t expected.
“Get out,” he growled, his voice low and menacing.
But Cassandra just laughed. “You can’t protect her forever. We’ll see how long this charade lasts.”
The door slammed shut behind them, leaving an ominous silence in their wake.
Eva stood there, frozen, her mind racing with fear and confusion.
What had just happened? What were they planning?
Adrian turned to her, his eyes intense, but his voice was calm. “You’re not safe here. We need to leave, now.”
As the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, Eva realized—her life was no longer her own. The game had only just begun.
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