Chapter 3: A Wife in Name
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Amara barely slept.
The room she was given was bigger than her entire apartment, yet it felt unfamiliar… empty. Every corner reminded her that she didn’t belong here.
By morning, reality had settled in.
She was now Adrian Wolfe’s wife.
Even if it was only on paper.
A knock sounded on the door.
“Ma’am, Mr. Wolfe requested your presence,” a maid said politely.
Amara hesitated before nodding. “I’ll be there.”
When she stepped into the dining room, Adrian was already seated, scrolling through his phone like she didn’t exist.
“Sit,” he said without looking up.
Amara frowned but obeyed. A table full of food sat between them, untouched.
“You’ll move your things here today,” he continued. “You’re no longer allowed to live anywhere else.”
She stiffened. “That wasn’t part of the deal.”
Adrian finally looked at her, his eyes cold. “It is now.”
“No,” Amara said firmly. “You don’t get to change the rules whenever you want.”
For a second, silence filled the room.
Then Adrian leaned back, studying her like she was something new.
“You’re bold,” he said.
“I’m not weak,” she replied.
Something flickered in his expression—interest… or challenge.
“Good,” he murmured. “Because the media will tear you apart if you are.”
Amara blinked. “Media?”
Right on cue, his phone buzzed. He picked it up, then turned the screen toward her.
Her breath caught.
Breaking News: Adrian Wolfe Secretly Marries Unknown Woman
Her name. Her face.
Everywhere.
Amara’s heart started racing.
“This wasn’t part of the deal,” she whispered.
Adrian stood, calm as ever.
“It is now,” he said.
Then he stepped closer, his voice low and firm.
“Smile, Mrs. Wolfe.”
And in that moment—
Amara realized there was no turning back.
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