The man from last night
1317 Words
When the car stopped, my jaw literally dropped.
This wasn’t what I was expecting.
Everything was… beautiful. So damn beautiful. The kind of beauty that makes you feel poor just by standing near it.
The driveway stretched endlessly, lined with perfectly trimmed hedges and fountains shimmering under the sun like something out of a luxury magazine. The mansion stood tall and flawless ahead of me.
Bodyguards dressed in black were standing around the entrance like statues. The second I stepped out of the car, their eyes locked onto me.
I suddenly felt very small.
A man who looked like a butler stood at the grand doors, flanked by two maids, all poised and silent .
Was this all for me?
Before I could even reach for my suitcase, two of the maids hurried forward.
“Please, Miss,” one of them said with a gentle smile.
They took my luggage quickly but carefully, as if it were something fragile or expensive.
I didn’t argue. I just stood there for a second, adjusting to the fact that I wasn’t even allowed to carry my own things here.
The butler gave a single nod and gestured for me to follow.
I followed behind him.
My stomach twisted with every step.
Inside, the air felt cooler . The marble floors reflected the light from enormous chandeliers hanging above. The ceilings were so high they made me feel even smaller than I already did.
It was beautiful and overwhelming.
The butler led me down a long hallway lined with expensive artwork before stopping in front of a large door. He opened it slowly.
I stepped inside—
And froze.
The room was white and pink. My favorite colors.
White walls, pink curtains, white furniture. Soft gold accents woven carefully into the details. It wasn’t cold, though. It was warm, elegant and intentional. This was the kind of room I've always dreamed of having, when I've finally made my own money.
Even the smallest details, the cushions, the flowers arranged on the side table, the thick rug beneath my feet, all felt planned and specifically chosen.
It was as if someone had studied me.
The maids placed my luggage neatly inside the wardrobe. As they turned to leave, I noticed one of them staring at me with open disgust, like I had something filthy smeared across my face.
Well.
I didn’t care.
That was the least of my problems.
“Ma’am, we’ll leave you to rest,” the other maid said in a friendly tone. She looked much older than the first, her smile softer and kinder.
They both bowed slightly before leaving. The butler followed, closing the door quietly behind him.
The click echoed in the silence. Still, no sign of my supposed husband no introduction, no mention of him.
My phone vibrated against the bed. I didn’t need to check to know who it was. But I did anyway.
It was Lucas, his name saved as "My forever."
* I’m sorry, Soph.
* Can you please forgive me?
* Let’s talk.
The messages came in one after the other, like he was panicking.
A second later, my phone started ringing.
Of course, it was him.
I stared at my phone ringing without answering it. For a moment, I considered turning it off completely.
I didn’t have the patience for apologies. Not after what he did. I let it ring until it stopped. The silence that followed felt good but just then it started ringing again.
I exhaled sharply.
He was determined in disturbing my peace.
I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling before finally answering.
“What?” My voice was tired and flat.
“Sophia, please, just listen—”
A knock sounded at the door, cutting him off.
Before I could respond, the handle twisted slowly.
The door opened. And he walked in.
For a second—
I forgot how to breathe .
My fingers tightened instinctively around my phone, my body going completely still as my eyes locked onto him.
No.
No… this wasn’t possible.
My heart gave a sharp, uneven beat. It was him. The man from last night.
The same face. The same sharp features. The same aura that engulfed him.... I wanted to say something, but I felt my words stuck in my throat.
I just stared at him with my head completely blank.
I blinked several times, like if I did, he would disappear and prove this was just some twisted exhaustion playing tricks on me.
But he didn’t disappear.
He stood there, real, and completely unaffected by the surprise on my face.
Lucas’s voice was still talking through the phone, distant and irritating.
“Soph? Are you there? Who just walked in?”
I couldn't answer.
Because my mind was struggling to catch up with what my eyes were seeing.
How is this possible?! Was life playing a trick with me?!
A slow and uneasy realization began to crawl its way through my chest.
No!!. No, this didn’t make sense.
It couldn’t.
He took a step forward and somehow, that was enough to shift the entire atmosphere of the room.
My breath hitched slightly. Not fear, but something that made my chest feel tight.
“You—”
The word slipped out before I could stop it.
He didn’t react. Neither did he look surprised or curious.
As if seeing me here… was expected.
Lucas’s voice sharpened on the phone. “Sophia? Who is that?”
The man’s gaze dropped briefly to the phone in my hand.
Then back at me. His gaze was cold .
“You should hang up".
My brows pulled together slightly. The calmness in his voice wasn’t polite.
“I’m talking—”
He moved towards me. Fast enough to cut me off. with two steps, he closed the distance between us.
Before I could react, his hand came up and took the phone from mine.
My eyes widened slightly, the shock finally breaking through my frozen state.
“Hey—”
“She’s married,” he said into the phone, his tone flat and cold. “Don’t call again.”
My heart slammed hard against my ribs.
Married.
The word echoed loudly in my head, drowning out everything else.
He ended the call without waiting for a response.
Looked at the phone screen. "My forever?" He scoffed. Then slipped the phone into his pocket. Like it was his.
My fingers curled slowly at my sides, finally finding my voice.
" You're the man from last night," I said, it wasn't a question.
" Yes I am," he said plainly, not even denying it.
“How am I married to you today?” I asked, confusion slipping into my voice despite how hard I tried to hold it back. “None of this makes sense.”
For a moment, he said nothing. He just looked at me. Not in a way that searched for answers.
But like he already had them.
“I saw you, and I get what I want,” he said with every atom of seriousness in his voice.
My brows pulled together, my chest tightening.
“That’s not how this works,” I said, my voice quieter now, but firm. “You don’t just pick someone and decide they’re yours.”
“I have already done that,” he said.
The bluntness of it knocked the breath out of me.
I stared at him, searching his face for anything that made this feel normal.
There was nothing, no hesitation, no guilt nor doubt. He sounded so certain.
"This is insane."
He didn't respond. Moved toward the door."You read the contract," he said. Not a question.
I blinked. "Yes—"
"Then you understand your position." He opened the door.
"Dinner at eight," he said. "Don't leave this room."
The door closed. I didn't move, the silence was worse than his voice.
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