Chapter 3:THE RULE NO ONE BREAKS
The Rule No One Breaks
By the time Lesly started noticing things, she was already in love with Adrian.
It hadn’t happened loudly. It came quietly — in shared walks to class, late evening conversations, the way he listened when she spoke like her words actually mattered. Somewhere between pretending and planning, her feelings stopped being part of the plan.
And the plan worked.
Through dinners, polite conversations, and carefully placed requests, the mayor finally approved her father’s orphanage project. The day her dad hugged her in relief, Lesly felt proud… and guilty for reasons she couldn’t explain.
She told herself it was worth it.
Adrian invited her over more often now. She even had a room there for nights she stayed late. The house started to feel familiar.
Almost.
Because there was one thing that never changed.
The hallway.
And the door at the end of it.
The first time she noticed it, she had asked one of the house staff what was there. The woman froze for half a second before answering.
“No one is allowed in there. Except the mayor.”
Lesly had laughed it off. Every big house had a private room, right? An office, storage, something unimportant.
So she ignored it.
She ignored the way that part of the house always felt colder.
Ignored how no one ever walked past it.
Ignored how the lights there were never on.
She ignored it because she was happy.
Because she was in love.
Until one evening, as they walked past that hallway, Adrian suddenly said,
“Are you the curious type?”
Her steps slowed.
Her heart did something strange in her chest.
He had asked her that before.
At school.
The day everything started feeling different.
Lesly looked at him. “Why do you keep asking me that?”
Adrian just smiled slightly. “No reason.”
But this time, it didn’t feel casual.
It felt like a test.
That night, back in her room at his house, Lesly couldn’t sleep. The question kept echoing in her head, mixing with the memory of the staff’s warning.
No one is allowed in there. Except the mayor.
For the first time, she didn’t ignore the feeling crawling up her spine.
She picked up her phone and stared at a contact she hadn’t spoken to in weeks.
Her ex-girlfriend.
The one person she still trusted to tell her the truth, even when she didn’t want to hear it.
Lesly hesitated… then typed.
“Can I ask you something weird?”