chapter 2
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Nicole's POV
The penthouse felt cold-too cold. I don’t just mean the temperature. It was something deeper, something that settled into the walls, the floors, and into the very air that surrounded me.
The sleek, modern design, the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city-it all screamed luxury. But it was empty. And so was I.
I stood in the middle of the vast living room, looking around at the beauty of the space. I was supposed to be living here now. This was my new reality-my new home. The deal had been signed, and just like that, I was married.
Married. To a stranger. A man I knew nothing about, except that he was ruthless, cold, and controlled everything with an iron fist. Zane Blackwood had made it clear that this wasn’t a marriage. It was a business arrangement, one that had nothing to do with love or affection.
And yet, as I looked around at my new surroundings, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was suffocating. I wasn’t even sure where to start unpacking. The empty closet stood before me, as if mocking my decision.
This wasn’t where I was supposed to be. But I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t lose the business. I couldn’t let my father’s legacy crumble just because I was too proud to accept help-no matter how questionable the terms were.
A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned, startled, and saw Zane standing there, as cold and collected as ever. His sharp suit fit him perfectly, but it was the expression on his face that unsettled me. There was nothing warm about him.
“You’re still unpacking?” he asked, his voice flat.
I didn’t answer immediately. I didn’t even know what to say. Instead, I nodded stiffly. “I’m still getting settled.”
“Well, don’t take too long. I’m expecting a guest tonight. I don’t want any mess.” His eyes flicked over the room, taking in the untouched boxes and the disorganized piles of clothes scattered around the floor. It felt like I was being judged for my lack of efficiency, as if I should have had everything in perfect order by now.
“I’ll be done soon,” I said, my voice betraying my frustration.
He didn’t seem to notice. Zane didn’t seem to notice anything about me that wasn’t related to the deal. He was all business, all the time.
And as much as I tried to tell myself that I was fine with it, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was living with a stranger-a man who seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
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The days dragged on, and the coldness between us didn't reduce. He was always there, but never truly present. Zane spent most of his time in meetings or working in his home office.
I spent mine wandering around the penthouse, feeling like a ghost. There were moments when I thought I could push past the icy silence, when I could somehow break through to him. But those moments were fleeting, and each time I tried, it felt like hitting a wall.
The arrangement was clear-no emotions, no attachment. And I convinced myself that was for the best. After all, I didn’t need him emotionally. I needed him to fix the business, to save my father’s legacy. That was all and he was doing that already.
But the longer I stayed in this strange, empty marriage, the more I realized how little I actually knew about Zane.
I had no idea what made him tick, what he liked or disliked, or what had shaped him into the man he was. All I knew was that he was a businessman, and this arrangement was all about control.
One night, after another day of silence, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep wasn’t coming easily, my mind racing with thoughts of what I’d gotten myself into. I heard the sound of Zane moving around in the living room, his footsteps heavy on the hardwood floors. He was on the phone, a conversation I wasn’t supposed to overhear.
I tried to ignore it, tried to focus on anything other than the noise outside the door, but something about the tone in his voice made me stop. It was softer than usual. More... personal.
I held my breath and listened.
“I’ll fix this, I promise... but you need to stay away for a while,” Zane said, his voice quieter now, almost pleading.
I sat up in bed, my heart racing. Who was he talking to? The words sent a chill down my spine. The Zane I knew never sounded like that.
He was always so controlled, so distant. But right now, there was something else in his voice-something vulnerable, something that made me question everything I thought I knew about him.
I crept toward the door, barely daring to breathe. The floor beneath me creaked, and I froze, but Zane didn’t seem to hear. His voice rose again, though still hushed, “It’s not that simple. You know I can’t... I can’t let that happen.”
A wave of confusion and curiosity washed over me. What was he talking about? Who was this woman, and why was he so insistent that she “stay away”? Was he... involved with her?
I leaned closer to the door, trying to catch more of the conversation, but it was no use. Zane’s tone shifted again, and I could no longer hear the words clearly. My pulse raced as I pulled away from the door.
I could feel the weight of the unanswered questions pressing down on me. What was going on behind closed doors? Was I just a pawn in some larger game? Why had Zane offered to marry me in the first place?
The silence that followed his call felt deafening. I wanted answers-no, I needed them. But I didn’t even know where to start.
I lay back down, my mind spinning with possibilities. What did “fix this” mean? And who was the woman he was speaking to? As much as I tried to shake it off, the questions lingered in my mind like an itch I couldn’t scratch.
I had agreed to this arrangement for one reason-to save my father’s business. But now, I was beginning to wonder if there was more at play than I had realized.
I had married a man I barely knew, and now it seemed like there was so much more to him than I ever could have imagined.
What had I really gotten myself into?
The answer, it seemed, was far from clear.
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