💥Bound to the Ruthless Billionaire
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Episode 11 – The Crack in the Ice💭
By Rhemita Stories
The car ride home was silent, yet the air inside felt too thick to breathe. Elena sat by the window, watching the city lights blur into streaks of gold and red. Her reflection in the glass looked foreign — a girl trapped in a world she didn’t belong to.
Adrian sat beside her, one hand resting on the armrest, his expression cold as ever. Yet beneath that calm surface, something churned inside him. The way she’d stood up for herself at the business event… the fire in her voice… it lingered in his mind like an unwelcome melody.
When the car pulled up to the mansion, Adrian was the first to step out. He didn’t wait for her, didn’t even look back. Typical Adrian Knight — always in control.
Elena followed quietly, her heels clicking against the marble floor as the heavy front doors closed behind her. The house felt emptier than usual tonight. Even the faint hum of the chandelier seemed to mock the silence between them.
“Go to bed,” Adrian’s voice came from behind her — deep, smooth, commanding.
She turned, her hands clenched at her sides. “I wasn’t aware I needed your permission for that.”
His lips curved, not into a smile but something close to it — amusement laced with danger. “You don’t. But you look tired, Mrs. Knight. I’d hate for the press to think I’m working you too hard already.”
The mockery in his tone stung. “You enjoy humiliating me, don’t you?”
He walked closer, his gaze locked on hers. “You’re mistaken, Elena. I don’t enjoy anything.”
Her heart thudded painfully. “That’s sad,” she whispered before she could stop herself.
For a moment, his eyes softened — just a fraction — then the wall returned, cold and unyielding. “Sadness is a luxury,” he said quietly, brushing past her.
She turned to watch him disappear up the grand staircase. But for the first time, she didn’t just feel hatred for him. She felt… something else. Something she couldn’t name.
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Hours later, Elena couldn’t sleep. The words he’d said echoed in her head — sadness is a luxury. What had he meant by that?
She slipped out of bed and wandered toward the balcony. The night air was cool, the moonlight silvering her skin.
“Why can’t I hate you completely?” she murmured to herself.
Behind her, footsteps approached — slow, deliberate.
She froze. “You shouldn’t be awake,” Adrian’s voice came from the shadows.
She turned sharply. He stood in the doorway, shirt unbuttoned halfway, hair slightly messy — a side of him she’d never seen before. Vulnerable, yet dangerously magnetic.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she said softly.
He studied her for a long moment. “You think too much.”
“And you feel too little,” she shot back.
That did it. In two strides, he was in front of her, his hand gripping the balcony railing beside her head. “You think you can read me?” His voice dropped, husky, dangerous. “You have no idea what I’ve felt, Elena.”
Her breath caught. “Then show me.”
The silence that followed was deafening. His jaw clenched. His hand brushed against her cheek — not gently, but as if testing his own restraint.
“I could destroy you,” he whispered.
“Then why haven’t you?” she whispered back.
His eyes darkened, his breath hot against her skin. “Because you confuse me.”
Her heart pounded so hard she thought he could hear it. For one dizzying second, she thought he might kiss her — but instead, he stepped back, turning away.
“Go inside,” he said, voice rough. “Before I forget who I am.”
She stared at his back — broad, unyielding, yet trembling ever so slightly. Then she whispered, “Maybe forgetting wouldn’t be so bad.”
He froze, but didn’t turn around. She went inside, her heart in chaos, leaving him under the moonlight — the ruthless billionaire who suddenly didn’t feel so untouchable anymore.
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Morning came quietly. Adrian didn’t join her for breakfast. Roan did — as usual, flashing that easy, playful smile.
“You look like someone who had a long night,” he teased, pouring himself coffee.
Elena glared at him. “Maybe because someone’s boss is impossible.”
Roan chuckled. “That’s old news. But… he’s changing, you know?”
She blinked. “Changing?”
“Yeah. He didn’t yell at the driver this morning. That’s progress.”
She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile tugging her lips. “Maybe he’s just tired.”
“Or maybe he’s thinking about you,” Roan said quietly, almost too gently.
Her smile vanished. “Don’t start.”
He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Just saying. The great Adrian Knight doesn’t look at people the way he looks at you.”
Elena’s chest tightened. “He doesn’t look at me at all.”
Roan’s smirk softened. “If that helps you sleep at night, Mrs. Knight, keep believing it.”
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Later that evening, Adrian returned early from work — a rare thing. Elena was in the library, curled up with a book, when he appeared at the doorway.
“I didn’t know you read business journals,” he said, voice calm but curious.
She looked up, startled. “It’s not for you. I was… just curious.”
He stepped closer, his eyes scanning the open page. “Mergers and acquisitions? That’s not exactly bedtime reading.”
“Maybe I want to understand your world,” she said quietly.
He froze. That hit deeper than she knew.
For a long time, he said nothing — just stood there, watching her, his expression unreadable. Then, without another word, he turned and left.
But Elena saw it — the hesitation, the flicker of emotion that wasn’t there before.
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That night, as he lay in his bed staring at the ceiling, Adrian couldn’t stop thinking about her words. Maybe I want to understand your world.
No one had ever said that to him before. No one had ever wanted to.
He clenched his jaw, frustrated by the warmth spreading in his chest. “Damn her,” he muttered. “Damn that woman for getting under my skin.”
And somewhere across the hall, Elena whispered into the darkness, “Why can’t I stop thinking about him?”
Neither knew it yet — but the ice was beginning to crack.
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To be continued...
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