Chapter 3 – The First Public Appearance
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The dress arrived at noon.
It was deep emerald silk, elegant but powerful, designed to command attention without begging for it. Elena stared at it like it belonged to someone else’s life.
“Mr. Knight chose it himself,” Mrs. Harper said gently.
Of course he did.
By evening, the mansion buzzed with subtle activity. Security briefings. Phone calls. Coordinated movements.
“Is it always this intense?” Elena asked softly.
Mrs. Harper gave her a knowing look. “Tonight is your debut.”
Debut.
The word made her stomach twist.
The charity gala was held in the grand ballroom of the Imperial Grand Hotel.
Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead. Cameras flashed constantly. Wealth and power filled the air like perfume.
As Adrian stepped out of the car, photographers swarmed.
“Mr. Knight!”
“Is it true you’re married?”
“Who is she?”
Elena’s breath faltered for a split second.
Adrian’s hand settled at the small of her back.
Not possessive.
Protective.
“Stay close,” he murmured.
His voice was low, steady.
She nodded.
For the first time since signing the contract, she felt the weight of being Mrs. Knight.
They entered together.
And the room noticed.
Whispers followed them instantly.
“That’s her?”
“She looks so… ordinary.”
“Where did he even find her?”
The words stung.
But Elena lifted her chin slightly.
Soft did not mean weak.
Then she saw her.
Sophia Blake.
Tall. Elegant. Dressed in red that screamed confidence. She walked like she owned the room.
And when her eyes landed on Adrian…
They softened.
“Elena,” Adrian said quietly, “ignore whatever she says.”
Too late.
Sophia was already approaching.
“Well,” she said smoothly, her gaze scanning Elena from head to toe. “I must say, Adrian, you’ve surprised everyone.”
Adrian’s expression didn’t change. “Sophia.”
“You didn’t invite me to the wedding,” Sophia continued lightly.
“There wasn’t one.”
Her eyes flickered toward Elena.
“A contract marriage, then?” she asked sweetly.
Elena’s heart thudded.
How did she know?
Sophia leaned closer, lowering her voice.
“Be careful,” she whispered. “Men like him don’t fall in love. They replace.”
The words pierced deeper than they should have.
Before Elena could respond, a commotion erupted near the entrance.
Voices raised.
Security shifting.
Adrian’s posture changed instantly.
“What is it?” Elena asked.
Lucas appeared at Adrian’s side, speaking quickly. “Someone slipped past the perimeter.”
Adrian’s jaw hardened.
“Marcus?” he asked.
“Possibly.”
Elena’s pulse raced.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from the far side of the ballroom.
A chandelier flickered violently.
Guests gasped.
And then—
The lights went out.
Darkness swallowed the room.
Screams erupted.
Elena’s heart slammed in her chest.
“Adrian?” she whispered urgently.
His hand gripped hers tightly in the darkness.
“I’m here.”
But the calm in his voice had changed.
It wasn’t social-cold anymore.
It was lethal.
Somewhere in the dark, a voice echoed faintly.
“You should have stayed out of this, Knight.”
Elena’s blood ran cold.
Marcus Hale.
The emergency lights flickered back on.
Chaos filled the room.
Security flooded in.
But Marcus was gone.
And in the middle of the floor…
Was a single envelope.
Addressed to:
Mrs. Elena Knight.
The room fell silent again.
Adrian released her hand slowly.
His eyes were no longer just controlled.
They were furious.
“Take her home,” he ordered Lucas sharply.
“But—” Elena started.
“No.”
His voice was absolute.
“You are no longer just part of the contract,” he said quietly.
“You are part of the war.”
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