Chapter 2
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Aurora pov
The room felt suffocating. The walls were closing in, the air thick with tension. I hadn’t been in this place for more than an hour, but it already felt like a prison. Anderson's mansion, with its grand, cold architecture and towering windows that let in only the faintest slivers of light, was nothing more than a gilded cage. A place where no one was truly free. Not even me.
The documents. They were still on the table, waiting for me to sign. A marriage certificate that had already been sealed, an agreement that had already been made. I could see the ink on the pages—black, final, unchangeable.
I could feel their eyes on me, even though no one was physically near. The silence in the room was deafening. My hands trembled as I clutched the papers, unable to bring them any closer, too afraid to even touch them. What was there to say? What could I say? The weight of the ink and the finality of it pressed down on me like an anvil.
A door creaked open in the distance, and the sound of footsteps approached. My heart raced, my throat tightening. He was coming. I knew it. I could feel it before he even stepped into the room.
Anderson.
The door opened slowly, and there he was, standing in the doorway. His tall frame, rigid and unbending, blocked the light behind him. He looked like a shadow, too dark to be human. His eyes met mine with an intensity that made my skin crawl. There was no warmth in them, no recognition. He was a man who had seen everything, felt nothing, and moved through life like it was a transaction.
“You’re still here,” Anderson said, his voice low and commanding. It was not a question, but a statement. A warning.
I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. What was there to say? His presence alone silenced everything inside me.
Behind him, two men entered, stepping into the room like they owned it. Their eyes scanned me briefly, then fell on Anderson, awaiting orders. One was tall, lean, with an expression like stone, while the other was broad-shouldered, his demeanor more aggressive. They looked like soldiers, not hired help.
Anderson didn’t acknowledge them at first. His gaze never left me, his eyes dark and cold, as if waiting for me to break. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me crumble.
I stood, my legs unsteady, heart thudding in my chest. Anderson’s gaze never wavered as he walked closer, his steps measured, his presence suffocating.
“You’ve had time to think,” he said, his voice almost lazy, like the entire situation bored him. He extended a hand toward the table, his fingers brushing the papers lightly, like a predator toying with its prey. “Are you going to sign or should I have my men take care of it?”
I froze. The words stung, slicing through my fragile composure. My mouth went dry. Take care of it. Take care of me, maybe.
One of the men standing by the door shifted, his eyes briefly locking with mine, and I looked away quickly, too afraid to meet their gaze. Their loyalty to Anderson was apparent, a cold loyalty forged from fear or perhaps something darker.
“I don’t want to marry you,” I finally found my voice, my words shaky but defiant. The sound of it startled me. Was that really my voice? So weak, so frightened.
Anderson didn’t flinch. He simply tilted his head, the barest trace of amusement playing across his features. “It doesn’t matter what you want. It’s already done, Aurora.”
He looked at the men behind him. “Take the documents. Let’s get this over with.”
His words were like a command, and the men moved toward me without hesitation. They weren’t asking. They were taking, as though I was nothing more than an object to be moved from one place to another.
I stepped back instinctively, fear creeping up my spine. But where could I go? I was trapped in this house, with no one to turn to, no way out. The walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating me with their cold indifference. I turned to face Anderson, but his eyes were already on the documents, disinterested, as though everything about this—me, my resistance, my fear—was beneath him.
One of the men reached for the papers, his hand close enough to touch them. My hands shook, and for a fleeting moment, I considered throwing the documents to the ground, scattering them, ruining the contract. But I knew it wouldn’t matter. They would just pick them up again. Nothing would change.
“Stop.” My voice was louder now, though it quivered. “Please. Don’t make me do this.”
Anderson's gaze flickered to me, his face blank, his expression unreadable. There was no anger in his eyes, no kindness, no pity. Only a cold, unfeeling mask.
“You think I care about your feelings?” His voice was ice-cold, detached. He stepped forward, his presence dominating the space, forcing me back against the cold marble wall. “This is bigger than you. This is bigger than me. This is about power. About control. And you’re nothing more than a pawn, Aurora.”
His words were harsh, slicing through me like a blade. He didn’t see me. Not as a person, not as his wife. I was a means to an end. Nothing more.
Tears welled up in my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. I would not show him how deeply he had cut me.
The man standing behind Anderson, the taller one, stepped forward to take the documents. His hand was outstretched, ready to claim my future, my life. I flinched away from him, but there was nowhere to go. I was backed into a corner. My chest tightened.
Anderson’s eyes remained fixed on mine, his gaze unwavering, as if daring me to move, to make a sound.
“Sign it,” he commanded, his voice low and chilling. “Or I will make you.”
I stood there, trembling, trapped in the cold, suffocating grip of his world. This wasn’t a marriage. It wasn’t a choice. It was a sentence. And I was going to serve it, whether I wanted to or not.
I reached out, my hand shaking, and signed my name on the dotted line. There was no turning back. Not now. Not ever.
Anderson nodded once, a cold, satisfied smile pulling at the corner of his lips.
"Good girl," he said, his voice dripping with cold satisfaction. "Now we can begin."
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