Contracted to my enemy

The contract

The first time I saw him again, I knew trouble had walked back into my life.

Adrian.

Just his name alone was enough to bring back everything I had tried to forget. The arguments. The pride. The constant tension between us like we were always one step away from a fight.

And now, of all places, he was sitting across the table from me.

I stood frozen for a second before slowly taking the seat opposite him. The room was quiet, too quiet. A large office, glass walls, expensive furniture… the kind of place where serious decisions were made.

“This is ridiculous,” I finally said under my breath, crossing my arms.

“Then don’t sign,” Adrian replied without even looking at me.

Typical.

Calm. Detached. Like nothing ever bothered him.

The man sitting between us cleared his throat, pushing a thick document forward. “Both of you have been called here for a reason. This agreement is not optional.”

I looked down at the paper.

A contract.

My eyes scanned the first page slowly. It wasn’t just any agreement. It clearly stated terms that would bind me to him publicly… appearances, behavior, obligations.

In simple terms, we were expected to act like we were together.

I let out a small breath.

“Why me?” I asked, looking up. My voice wasn’t loud, but it carried my frustration.

Adrian finally looked at me.

That same familiar stare. Sharp. Unreadable. Like he was always two steps ahead.

“Because you’re the only one who won’t ruin it,” he said.

I scoffed. “And you think you’re not the one who’ll ruin it?”

For a brief moment, something flickered in his eyes… something I couldn’t quite place.

The man in the middle raised his hand slightly. “Enough. The details have already been settled by your families. This arrangement is necessary for business reasons.”

Business.

Of course.

It always came down to that.

I looked back at the contract again. My family name. My future. Everything was tied into this decision.

If I refused… there would be consequences.

I picked up the pen slowly, feeling the weight of it in my hand.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” I said quietly, more like a reminder to myself than a statement to him.

Adrian leaned back slightly in his chair, watching me. “It means more than you think.”

His tone was different this time. Lower. Serious.

That alone made me hesitate for a second.

But only a second.

I signed my name.

The ink spread across the paper, final and irreversible.

Once I was done, I placed the pen down and stood up immediately. “Done.”

The man collected the contract with a satisfied nod. “Good. From this moment, the agreement is active.”

I turned to leave, already done with the entire situation.

“Don’t think this changes anything,” I said without looking back.

Behind me, Adrian’s voice followed, calm as ever.

“Oh, it changes everything.”

I paused briefly at the door, but I didn’t turn around.

“Soon enough, you’ll understand why.”

That sentence stayed with me longer than I expected.

I stepped out of the office and into the hallway, exhaling slowly.

Something about this didn’t sit right.

This wasn’t just a contract.

And Adrian… he knew more than he was saying.

I had a feeling this was only the beginning of something I wouldn’t be able to walk away from.