A stranger’s home
600 Words
Amara didn’t speak for the rest of the ride.
She sat quietly, her fingers clenched tightly on her dress, stealing occasional glances at the man beside her.
Adrian King.
Even saying his name in her mind felt dangerous.
The silence in the car wasn’t awkward it was heavy. Like the air itself respected him.
Minutes later, the car slowed down and stopped in front of a massive gate.
Amara’s eyes widened.
“This… this is your house?”
The gates opened automatically, revealing a luxurious mansion that looked like something out of a movie.
“I prefer the word home,” Adrian replied calmly.
Her breath caught in her throat as the car drove in.
Who exactly had she gotten involved with?
The car stopped, and a man in a suit rushed forward to open the door.
“Welcome back, sir,” he said respectfully.
Adrian stepped out first, then glanced back at Amara.
“Come.”
She hesitated for a second… then followed.
Inside, everything screamed wealth.
Crystal chandeliers. Marble floors. Walls decorated with expensive art.
Amara suddenly felt out of place.
“Sir, who is she?” the man asked carefully.
Adrian didn’t even pause.
“She’s staying here.”
Amara’s eyes widened. “Wait what?!”
The man looked surprised but nodded. “Understood, sir.”
Amara quickly turned to Adrian.
“I can’t stay here.”
He stopped walking and faced her.
“Do you have somewhere else to go?”
She opened her mouth…
Then closed it.
“No,” she admitted quietly.
“Then the decision is simple,” he said.
“I don’t take charity,” she added, trying to hold onto her pride.
Adrian stepped closer.
Too close.
Her heartbeat quickened.
“This isn’t charity,” he said in a low voice. “It’s convenience.”
She frowned. “Convenience?”
“Yes. I don’t like unnecessary problems. Leaving you out there would bother me.”
Amara blinked.
“That’s your reason?”
“For now.”
A maid approached.
“Sir, should I prepare the guest room?”
Adrian nodded. “Make sure she’s comfortable.”
Then he turned back to Amara.
“You’ll stay here tonight. Tomorrow, you can decide what to do.”
Amara looked at him, confused.
“Why are you helping me?”
For a moment… just a moment…
His expression softened.
“You looked like someone who had just lost everything.”
Her chest tightened.
He turned away before she could respond.
“Get some rest,” he said. “You look terrible.”
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
“Wow. Thank you,” she muttered.
A faint smirk appeared on his lips.
Later that night…
Amara lay on the soft bed, staring at the ceiling.
Everything felt unreal.
This morning, she was engaged.
Tonight, she was in a billionaire’s mansion.
Tears slowly rolled down her cheeks.
“Why did you do this to me…” she whispered, thinking about her ex.
Meanwhile…
In another part of the house, Adrian stood by the window, a glass of wine in his hand.
“Sir,” his assistant said, stepping in. “Should I investigate the woman?”
Adrian’s eyes remained fixed on the dark city.
“…Yes.”
“Everything?”
“Everything.”
The assistant nodded and left.
Adrian took a slow sip of his drink.
“Amara…” he murmured.
Something about her felt different.
And Adrian King never ignored his instincts.
But neither of them knew…
This was only the beginning of a story filled with secrets, obsession… and a love neither could escape.
- Writer
