Chapter One: The Man She Chose(Part Three)
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Adrian slipped into the study under the pretense of taking a business call.
The moment the door clicked shut behind him, the smile disappeared from his face.
He stared at his phone.
Sophia
5 Missed Calls
A new message appeared.
Did she believe you?
His jaw tightened.
He typed one word.
Yes.
Three dots appeared almost immediately.
Good. I was beginning to worry.
He didn't reply.
Instead, he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a slow breath.
For a brief second...
He looked tired.
Not guilty.
Just... tired.
Then another message arrived.
Same place tomorrow?
He hesitated.
Longer this time.
Finally—
I'll let you know.
He deleted the conversation.
Not because he felt ashamed.
Because he'd learned long ago that secrets survived only when no one could prove they existed.
Outside, Elena hummed softly as she reheated dinner.
She was still smiling.
She shouldn't have been.
A tiny voice in the back of her mind kept asking why Adrian had kissed her forehead instead of her lips.
Why he looked distracted.
Why he hadn't asked about the gift.
But she'd spent three years teaching herself not to listen to that voice.
Overthinking ruined good relationships.
Adrian said so.
Sophia agreed.
Maybe the problem really was her.
She plated the pasta again and sprinkled fresh parmesan over the top.
"There," she whispered.
"Much better."
She refused to let one delayed dinner ruin their anniversary.
By the time Adrian returned, he'd slipped back into the role Elena knew so well.
He smiled.
He apologized again.
He even pulled out her chair before sitting opposite her.
"I'm making it up to you this weekend."
"You don't have to."
"I do."
He reached across the table and took her hand.
"I hate disappointing you."
Elena's heart softened.
"You don't disappoint me."
The lie left her mouth before she realized it.
Because he did.
Often.
But she loved him enough to rename disappointment as understanding.
Adrian squeezed her fingers.
"I've already cleared my schedule."
"We'll go wherever you want."
She laughed.
"You'll cancel."
"I won't."
"You always say that."
"I mean it this time."
He looked so sincere...
So convincing...
That she believed him.
Again.
Halfway through dinner, Adrian finally noticed the gift.
"Is that for me?"
She brightened instantly.
"It is."
"I know we said no presents this year..."
"But I couldn't help myself."
He picked up the velvet box.
"You really didn't have to."
"I wanted to."
Carefully, he untied the silver ribbon.
When the lid opened...
The vintage watch caught the candlelight beautifully.
For a second...
His expression genuinely softened.
"It's the one from Milan."
"You remembered."
"I remember everything about you."
The words escaped before she could stop them.
Adrian looked at her.
Something unreadable flickered across his face.
Then he smiled.
"You always pay attention."
She laughed nervously.
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No."
His voice grew quieter.
"It's what makes you..."
He searched for the right word.
"...special."
She felt warmth spread through her chest.
It wasn't a grand declaration.
It wasn't poetry.
But coming from Adrian, it felt precious.
He stood, walked around the table, and kissed the top of her head.
"Thank you."
She closed her eyes.
If happiness had a shape...
It would look exactly like this.
Later that night...
After Adrian had fallen asleep, Elena wandered onto the balcony wrapped in one of his sweaters.
New York glittered beneath her.
The city never truly slept.
Car horns echoed in the distance.
Helicopters crossed the skyline.
Somewhere below, a saxophone player filled the cool summer air with music.
She rested her arms against the railing.
"Grandma..."
She hadn't spoken those words aloud in years.
"I wish you were here."
A breeze swept across the balcony.
She smiled sadly.
"You'd probably tell me I'm worrying over nothing."
She laughed quietly to herself.
"You always said I loved with my whole heart."
Her eyes drifted toward the stars.
"I think I found him."
Silence answered.
Then...
Almost without thinking...
She whispered another name.
"Nikos."
The word felt strange.
Foreign.
Heavy.
"I hope we never meet."
She laughed at herself.
"What a terrible thing to say."
She shook her head.
"It doesn't matter anyway."
"I'm marrying Adrian."
The future finally felt certain.
The contract in the jewelry box had no power anymore.
Love had won.
Or so she believed.
Thousands of miles away...
The sun had barely risen over the Aegean Sea.
Golden light spilled across the white marble terrace of a cliffside villa overlooking impossibly blue water.
A man stood alone, one hand tucked into the pocket of his charcoal trousers.
His back faced the ocean.
His attention rested on the tablet in his hand.
Behind him, two executives argued nervously over a failed acquisition.
Neither dared raise their voices.
Finally...
The taller executive swallowed.
"We can still negotiate."
The man didn't look up.
"No."
"But, sir—"
"You lied."
Silence.
The executive's face paled.
"It was one mistake."
The man finally lifted his eyes.
Calm.
Sharp.
Impossible to read.
"If it were one mistake..."
His deep voice carried effortlessly across the terrace.
"...you wouldn't be asking for a second chance."
The younger executive shifted uncomfortably.
Everyone in the room knew that tone.
It meant the conversation was over.
The man closed the tablet.
"Sell the company."
"But we'll lose—"
"We'll lose money."
He shrugged almost lazily.
"I refuse to lose respect."
Without another word, he walked past them.
One of the assistants hurried to keep up.
"Mr. Drakos?"
He didn't stop.
"Your flight to New York leaves tomorrow evening."
He adjusted the cuff of his tailored jacket.
"Good."
"The Hart family lawyers have requested another extension regarding the marriage agreement."
This time...
He stopped walking.
For several seconds, only the sound of waves crashing against the cliffs filled the air.
Finally...
He spoke.
"I've given them six years."
His tone remained even.
"That is more than enough."
The assistant nodded carefully.
"Should I arrange the meeting?"
The corner of his mouth lifted into the faintest hint of a smile.
Not warm.
Not cruel.
Merely amused.
"Let's see whether Miss Elena Hart still believes she can outrun fate."
Far away, beneath the lights of Manhattan...
Elena smiled in her sleep, dreaming of a future with Adrian Moretti.
She had no idea...
That fate had already booked a flight.
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