Chapter 4: His Rules
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The gates opened slowly.
Massive. Black. Imposing.
Emily stared as the car drove through, her chest tightening as the mansion came into view.
It wasn’t just big.
It was intimidating.
Cold. Silent. Untouchable.
Just like him.
“Welcome home,” Alexander said calmly.
Home.
The word felt wrong.
The car stopped in front of the entrance. Before Emily could even reach for the door, a staff member rushed forward to open it.
Everything here moved fast.
Efficient.
Controlled.
Like a machine.
As Emily stepped out, she felt it immediately.
Eyes.
Watching.
Servants lined near the entrance, their heads slightly lowered—but their curiosity obvious.
She wasn’t just a guest.
She was being evaluated.
Inside, the mansion was even more overwhelming.
High ceilings. Marble floors. Dim lighting.
Beautiful… but lifeless.
Emily hugged her arms slightly.
“This place feels like a museum,” she muttered.
“A museum?” Alexander repeated, walking past her.
“Yes. Cold. Untouchable. Like no one actually lives here.”
He stopped.
Then turned slowly.
“That’s because no one ever has.”
Something about that answer sent a chill through her.
A woman approached them.
“Mr. King,” she greeted respectfully. “Everything is ready.”
Alexander nodded once.
Then his hand suddenly wrapped around Emily’s wrist.
Not rough.
But firm.
Possessive.
“Come with me.”
He led her upstairs, through long hallways that all looked the same, until they reached a large door.
He pushed it open.
Emily stepped inside—and froze.
The room was beautiful.
Soft lighting. Elegant furniture. A massive bed.
But that wasn’t what caught her attention.
It was the closet.
Already filled.
Dresses. Shoes. Accessories.
All her size.
Her stomach dropped.
“You planned this,” she said slowly.
Alexander leaned casually against the doorframe.
“I plan everything.”
Emily turned to him, her eyes narrowing.
“This isn’t normal.”
“No,” he agreed.
“It’s necessary.”
Silence stretched between them.
Then—
He stepped closer.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Emily’s heart began to race.
“From now on,” he said, his voice low and controlled, “there are rules.”
She crossed her arms.
“I’m listening.”
His gaze locked onto hers.
“Rule number one: You don’t leave this house without me.”
Her expression hardened.
“Excuse me?”
“Rule number two,” he continued, ignoring her reaction, “you don’t talk to strangers. No calls. No messages without approval.”
“That’s insane,” she snapped. “I’m not your prisoner!”
He moved closer.
Too close.
Emily’s breath hitched.
“Rule number three…” he murmured.
His hand lifted.
And gently—
too gently—
he touched her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
“You don’t defy me.”
Her heart slammed against her chest.
Anger flared inside her.
“You don’t own me, Alexander.”
A dangerous silence followed.
Then—
he smiled.
Slow. Dark. Unreadable.
“Don’t I?”
Emily’s pulse raced.
This wasn’t just control.
This was obsession.
She pulled her face away from his touch.
“This is just a contract. Don’t forget that.”
For a moment… his expression changed.
Just slightly.
Then he leaned closer.
So close she could feel his breath.
“You’re right,” he whispered.
“It is just a contract.”
A pause.
“But contracts…”
his voice dropped, darker now—
“…can be rewritten.”
A chill ran down her spine.
Before she could respond, a sudden knock echoed at the door.
Sharp. Urgent.
Alexander stepped back instantly.
The atmosphere shifted.
Gone was the man playing control games.
Now—
he looked dangerous.
“What is it?” he called coldly.
The door opened slightly.
“Sir… we have a problem.”
Emily’s heart skipped.
Again?
Alexander’s eyes darkened.
“Say it.”
The staff hesitated… then spoke:
“They found the girl.”
Silence.
Dead silence.
Emily frowned.
“The girl?” she repeated softly.
But Alexander didn’t answer.
He was already walking away.
Leaving her behind.
With questions.
Fear.
And one terrifying realization—
She didn’t even know who her husband really was.
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