CHAPTER 4: Welcome to His World
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The car didn’t stop for a long time.
City lights blurred past the window, but I barely noticed them. My mind was still stuck on one thing
The contract.
One year.
A fake marriage.
And a life I didn’t understand.
“We’re here.”
His voice pulled me back.
I blinked and looked outside
And my breath caught.
The gates alone were massive. Black iron, tall and imposing, slowly opening as the car approached. Beyond them stood a mansion that didn’t look real.
It wasn’t just big.
It was… intimidating.
Soft lights lined the driveway, illuminating perfectly trimmed lawns, a fountain at the center, and a building that looked like something out of a movie.
“This is your house?” I asked quietly.
“Our house,” he corrected.
That word again.
Our.
The car came to a smooth stop, and before I could process anything else, the door was opened.
A line of staff stood at the entrance.
Waiting.
For us.
My stomach tightened.
This was a different world entirely.
He stepped out first, then extended his hand to me.
I hesitated for only a second… then took it.
The moment my feet touched the ground, every eye was on me.
Evaluating.
Observing.
Judging.
“Welcome home, sir,” one of them said, bowing slightly.
Then their gaze shifted to me.
“And… madam.”
Madam.
I almost looked behind me to see who they were talking to.
“This is Mrs. Blackwood,” he said smoothly. “You will address her accordingly.”
“Yes, sir.”
The response was immediate.
Respectful.
Absolute.
Something inside me shifted.
This wasn’t just a title.
It was power.
We walked inside, and the moment I crossed the threshold, I knew one thing
I didn’t belong here.
The interior was even more overwhelming. Marble floors, high ceilings, elegant chandeliers, walls decorated with art that probably cost more than my entire life.
I felt… small.
And for the first time since the wedding, doubt crept in.
Did I make the right decision?
“Your room has been prepared,” he said, walking ahead like he expected me to follow.
Your room.
Not ours.
Of course.
This was a contract, after all.
I followed him up a wide staircase, my heels echoing softly.
We stopped in front of a large door.
He opened it.
“Stay here,” he said. “If you need anything, the staff will attend to you.”
I stepped inside slowly.
The room was… beautiful.
Too beautiful.
Large bed. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Soft lighting. Everything perfectly arranged.
It looked like something out of a dream.
But it didn’t feel like mine.
I turned back to him.
“That’s it?” I asked. “No rules? No warnings?”
He leaned slightly against the doorframe, watching me.
“There are rules,” he said calmly. “You already signed them.”
“I meant… unofficial ones.”
Something flickered in his eyes.
Then he straightened.
“Don’t lie to me,” he said simply. “I hate dishonesty.”
His tone wasn’t loud.
But it carried weight.
“Don’t embarrass me in public,” he continued. “And don’t interfere in matters that don’t concern you.”
I crossed my arms slightly. “And you?”
A pause.
Then
“I keep my word.”
That was it.
No promises of kindness.
No reassurance.
Just that.
Strangely… it was enough.
He turned to leave, but I spoke again before I could stop myself.
“Why did you really choose me?”
He paused.
Didn’t turn around immediately.
For a moment, I thought he would ignore the question.
Then
“You looked like someone who wouldn’t break easily,” he said.
My chest tightened slightly.
“And?” I pressed.
He glanced back, his expression unreadable.
“I don’t work well with fragile people.”
Then he walked away.
Just like that.
Leaving me alone in a room that didn’t feel like mine… in a life that didn’t feel real.
I exhaled slowly and sat on the edge of the bed.
Wouldn’t break easily.
If only he knew.
I had already broken.
Right there in that wedding hall.
What he was seeing now…
Was something else.
Something colder.
Something stronger.
Something that was still figuring itself out.
I stood up and walked toward the mirror.
For a moment, I didn’t recognize the person staring back at me.
Same face.
Same eyes.
But something had changed.
“Mrs. Blackwood,” I whispered softly.
The name felt unfamiliar.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
But also…
Powerful.
I straightened my shoulders slightly.
If I was going to survive in this world—
I couldn’t be the girl from before.
A soft knock came from the door.
I turned.
A maid stepped in carefully.
“Madam,” she said respectfully, “Mr. Blackwood has requested your presence.”
My brows furrowed.
“At this hour?”
“Yes, madam.”
Of course.
Nothing about this life was normal.
I took a deep breath.
“Alright,” I said. “Lead the way.”
As I followed her down the quiet hallway, one thought settled firmly in my mind
This man didn’t do anything without a reason.
So if he was calling me now…
It meant something had already begun.
And I had a feeling
Whatever it was…
I wasn’t ready for it.
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