CHAPTER FOUR THE RULES OF THE CONTRACT
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The drive to Adrian Kingston’s estate was painfully silent.
Rain tapped softly against the tinted windows of the black luxury car as city lights blurred past outside. Elena sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her fingers locked together tightly in her lap.
Everything still felt unreal.
Just hours ago, she had been smiling for engagement photos beside Jason.
Now she was sitting beside his uncle.
The same uncle who had offered her a contract marriage like it was a business transaction.
Elena stared blankly out the window.
She should have been crying harder.
Breaking down.
Screaming.
But somehow, she felt numb now.
Like her heart had exhausted itself.
Adrian sat beside her in silence, calm and unreadable as ever. One hand rested lazily against the armrest while the other scrolled through messages on his phone.
Completely unaffected.
The contrast between them made Elena feel even more fragile.
“How are you this calm?” she suddenly asked quietly.
Adrian’s eyes lifted toward her.
“You assume calm means unaffected.”
Elena frowned faintly.
“Doesn’t it?”
“No.”
His answer came immediately.
“It means control.”
Something about that word lingered heavily in her chest.
Control.
Jason had none.
Jason lied, cheated, manipulated, and destroyed carelessly.
But Adrian…
Adrian felt dangerous because everything about him was controlled.
Even silence.
Even anger.
Even the way he looked at people.
The car slowed before massive black gates.
Elena’s breath caught slightly as the gates opened automatically.
Beyond them stood a breathtaking mansion illuminated by warm golden lights.
It didn’t look like a home.
It looked like power.
The driveway curved around elegant fountains and perfectly trimmed gardens before the car finally stopped.
A servant immediately opened the door.
“Welcome home, sir.”
Home.
The word sounded strange.
Elena stepped out slowly, staring up at the enormous estate.
“This place is insane,” she whispered before she could stop herself.
Adrian stepped beside her.
“I’ve heard worse descriptions.”
Despite everything, Elena almost smiled.
Almost.
Inside, the mansion was even more overwhelming.
Marble floors.
Towering ceilings.
Modern chandeliers.
Everything elegant.
Everything cold.
It matched him perfectly.
A middle-aged woman approached them quickly.
“Mr. Kingston,” she greeted respectfully before noticing Elena.
Her eyes widened slightly.
Adrian removed his coat calmly.
“This is Elena,” he said simply.
The woman blinked.
Then immediately smiled warmly at Elena.
“My name is Mrs. Darlene. I manage the house.”
Elena nodded politely.
“Nice to meet you.”
Mrs. Darlene looked between them carefully but wisely asked no questions.
Adrian turned toward Elena again.
“You’re staying here tonight.”
The statement immediately made her nervous.
“With you?” she asked before thinking.
His gray eyes rested on her calmly.
“No.”
Heat rushed into Elena’s face instantly.
“I didn’t mean—”
“I know what you meant.”
That somehow embarrassed her more.
Mrs. Darlene cleared her throat gently.
“I prepared the east guest suite.”
“Good,” Adrian replied.
Then his gaze returned to Elena.
“You should rest.”
Rest.
The idea felt impossible.
Still, Elena nodded weakly.
Mrs. Darlene guided her upstairs through long elegant hallways until they reached an enormous bedroom.
The room alone was bigger than Elena’s apartment.
Soft cream walls.
A king-sized bed.
Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city.
Luxury surrounded her everywhere.
But instead of excitement…
She suddenly felt small.
Very small.
“Do you need anything, dear?” Mrs. Darlene asked kindly.
Elena opened her mouth.
Then closed it again.
What did she need?
Her fiancé had cheated on her.
Her cousin betrayed her.
And she was now inside a billionaire’s mansion agreeing to become his fake wife.
Nothing made sense anymore.
“I’m okay,” she whispered.
Mrs. Darlene gave her a soft look before leaving quietly.
The moment the door shut—
Elena collapsed onto the bed.
And finally broke.
Tears burst from her uncontrollably.
Pain crashed into her all over again.
Jason’s voice echoed inside her mind.
“She was useful.”
Useful.
Not loved.
Not cherished.
Useful.
Her chest tightened painfully as sobs shook her body.
For four years she had given him everything.
Her loyalty.
Her talent.
Her trust.
Her body.
Her dreams.
And he had laughed about using her.
Elena buried her face into the pillow, crying harder.
The humiliation burned deepest.
Vanessa.
Her own cousin.
Someone she grew up loving.
Someone she defended countless times.
How long had it been happening?
Weeks?
Months?
Had they laughed behind her back the entire time?
The thought made her physically sick.
Elena sat up suddenly and covered her mouth as another wave of tears hit her.
She felt stupid.
Humiliated.
Disposable.
And worst of all—
Still heartbroken.
That part angered her most.
Because despite everything…
A part of her still loved him.
The realization shattered her again.
Hours passed before her tears finally slowed.
Exhaustion settled heavily into her body.
She stood slowly and walked toward the bathroom.
The woman staring back at her in the mirror looked broken.
Mascara stains.
Red swollen eyes.
Shaking lips.
This wasn’t the Elena she recognized.
She touched the sink tightly.
“No more,” she whispered to herself.
But the words felt weak.
A knock sounded on the bedroom door.
Elena quickly wiped her face.
“Yes?”
“The boss asked me to bring you dinner,” Mrs. Darlene said gently from outside.
Elena opened the door slowly.
A tray of untouched food sat in Mrs. Darlene’s hands.
“I’m not hungry,” Elena admitted.
Mrs. Darlene sighed softly.
“Heartbreak steals appetite. But pain feels worse on an empty stomach.”
The unexpected kindness nearly made Elena cry again.
She accepted the tray quietly.
“Thank you.”
Mrs. Darlene hesitated briefly before speaking again.
“You don’t need to fear Mr. Kingston.”
Elena blinked slightly.
“I wasn’t planning to.”
Mrs. Darlene smiled faintly.
“Most people do.”
After she left, Elena stared at the food without eating.
Her mind kept replaying Adrian’s words.
You become untouchable.
What did that even mean?
And why her?
Someone like Adrian Kingston could have any woman.
Why choose a broken one?
Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone vibrating violently.
Missed calls flooded the screen.
Jason.
Vanessa.
Unknown media numbers.
Messages poured in nonstop.
ELENA WHERE ARE YOU?
WHY DID YOU LEAVE?
THE MEDIA IS ASKING QUESTIONS.
Jason’s message appeared last.
You embarrassed me tonight.
Elena stared at the words in disbelief.
Then suddenly laughed bitterly.
Embarrassed him?
Her fingers shook as she typed back for the first time.
You destroyed me first.
She blocked his number immediately afterward.
Then Vanessa’s message appeared from another account.
Don’t act innocent. Jason never loved you anyway.
Elena’s eyes filled again.
But before she could spiral—
Another message entered.
From Adrian.
Tomorrow. 8 AM. We discuss the contract.
That was all.
No comfort.
No questions.
No emotional concern.
Pure business.
Oddly enough…
It steadied her.
Because unlike Jason, Adrian made no false promises.
No fake love.
No sweet lies.
Just truth.
Cold truth.
Elena placed the phone down slowly and finally forced herself to eat a few bites.
Outside the massive windows, rain continued falling over the city.
Everything in her life had changed in one night.
And deep down…
She knew there was no going back anymore.
Meanwhile downstairs—
Adrian stood alone inside his office overlooking the city.
Darkness wrapped around the room except for the dim light above his desk.
Jason’s name filled his phone screen repeatedly.
Ignored.
Again.
And again.
Adrian poured himself a glass of whiskey calmly.
Then finally answered.
“Uncle Adrian—”
“You disappointed me.”
Jason fell silent instantly.
“It’s not what you think.”
Adrian’s expression remained emotionless.
“You humiliated your fiancée publicly for a woman pathetic enough to betray her own blood.”
Jason’s jaw tightened on the other end.
“Elena is emotional. She’ll calm down.”
Adrian’s eyes darkened dangerously.
“No,” he said quietly.
“She won’t.”
Something about his tone made Jason uneasy.
“What does that mean?”
Adrian stared out at the rain-covered city below.
Then calmly delivered the sentence that would change everything.
“It means,” he said softly, “Elena Williams no longer belongs to you.”
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