CHAPTER TENTHE TRUTH ABOUT ADRIAN
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The next morning felt unbearably quiet.
Not peaceful.
Tense.
Like the mansion itself remembered what almost happened the night before.
Elena stood by the bedroom window in a silk robe, staring at the pale morning sky while her thoughts replayed every second of that moment downstairs.
Adrian’s hands on her waist.
The way he looked at her.
The dangerous silence between them.
Her heart still reacted to the memory instantly.
And that terrified her.
Because this wasn’t supposed to happen.
Their marriage was a contract.
Controlled.
Practical.
Safe.
Feelings complicated everything.
A soft knock interrupted her thoughts.
“Miss Elena?” Mrs. Darlene’s voice called gently. “Breakfast is ready.”
Elena inhaled slowly.
“Okay.”
By the time she entered the dining room, Adrian was already there.
Of course he was.
Perfectly dressed.
Perfectly composed.
Perfectly unreadable.
As if last night had never happened.
The control in him felt almost unreal.
Elena suddenly felt foolish for even remembering the tension between them.
Maybe she imagined it.
Maybe exhaustion and heartbreak had blurred her judgment.
“Good morning,” she said quietly.
Adrian looked up briefly.
“Morning.”
Calm.
Normal.
Nothing unusual.
Mrs. Darlene served coffee silently before leaving them alone again.
Elena sat carefully across from him.
An awkward silence stretched between them.
Finally, she spoke.
“You’re avoiding me.”
Adrian’s eyes lifted slowly.
“No.”
“You are.”
He leaned back slightly in his chair.
“You’re observant this morning.”
“That’s not an answer.”
Silence followed.
Then Adrian calmly picked up his coffee.
“You’re emotional after last night.”
The statement irritated her instantly.
“So now my feelings are making me imagine things?”
“No,” he replied evenly. “Your feelings are making you vulnerable.”
Elena frowned.
“And what does that mean?”
“It means,” he said quietly, “you should be careful where you place emotional attachment right now.”
The words hit harder than expected.
Because underneath the calm warning…
Was rejection.
Elena looked away quickly.
Of course.
What had she expected?
This was Adrian Kingston.
A man who treated emotions like weaknesses.
Still…
Something painful settled in her chest anyway.
She pushed her breakfast around quietly.
Adrian noticed immediately.
“You stopped eating again.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“That’s becoming a habit.”
“So is controlling everything.”
The words slipped out before she could stop them.
Silence.
Elena immediately regretted it.
But Adrian only studied her calmly.
Then unexpectedly—
“You’re angry.”
She laughed softly.
“Congratulations. You noticed.”
His gaze remained steady on her.
“Good.”
Elena blinked.
“What?”
“Anger is healthier than heartbreak.”
The answer caught her completely off guard.
Adrian stood slowly from his chair.
“You’re coming with me today.”
Her brows pulled together.
“Where?”
“My father’s estate.”
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
Something colder entered his voice at the mention of it.
Elena noticed immediately.
“You don’t sound excited about that.”
“I’m not.”
“Then why go?”
Adrian adjusted his cufflinks calmly.
“Because avoiding family problems doesn’t remove them.”
The statement sounded painfully personal.
Before Elena could ask more, his phone buzzed.
He glanced at the screen briefly.
A flicker of irritation crossed his face.
Then disappeared.
“Elena,” he said calmly, “be ready in thirty minutes.”
And just like that, he walked away.
Leaving her full of unanswered questions again.
—
The Kingston estate was even larger than Adrian’s mansion.
Old money.
Old power.
Everything about it screamed legacy and control.
As the car pulled through the massive gates, Elena’s anxiety quietly returned.
“This place is intimidating.”
Adrian looked out the window.
“That’s intentional.”
She glanced sideways at him.
“You grew up here?”
“Yes.”
The short answer carried no warmth.
No nostalgia.
Nothing.
Elena frowned faintly.
“You hated it.”
This time Adrian looked at her.
A pause.
Then:
“Yes.”
The honesty surprised her again.
The car stopped before the enormous estate entrance where several luxury vehicles already waited.
“Are we late?” Elena asked quietly.
“No,” Adrian replied coldly. “They’re early because they’re nosy.”
Before she could process that answer, the doors opened.
The moment Adrian stepped out, the atmosphere changed.
Staff straightened instantly.
Conversations quieted.
Respect followed him immediately.
But beneath it…
Tension.
Elena noticed it right away.
Inside the estate, family members filled the grand sitting room.
The moment she entered beside Adrian, every eye turned toward her.
Judgment hit instantly.
Sharp.
Curious.
Whispering started almost immediately.
“That’s her?”
“She’s prettier than the articles showed.”
“So the rumors were true…”
Elena’s chest tightened.
Adrian noticed.
Without warning, his hand settled lightly against her back.
Protective.
Grounding.
The whispers immediately softened.
Fear replaced curiosity.
Interesting.
An older man stood near the fireplace, leaning against a cane.
His sharp gray eyes landed on Adrian immediately.
Then Elena.
Disapproval darkened his face instantly.
“So,” the older man said coldly, “the scandal bride finally arrives.”
The insult stunned the room silent.
Elena froze.
But Adrian’s expression turned dangerous instantly.
“Careful, Father.”
The older man scoffed.
“You embarrassed this family publicly.”
Adrian stepped slightly in front of Elena.
“No,” he replied calmly. “Jason did.”
Tension exploded silently across the room.
A woman near the sofa spoke carefully.
“Adrian, people are talking.”
“They always do.”
“This marriage looks impulsive.”
“It wasn’t.”
Elena glanced at him in surprise.
Not impulsive?
Then what was it?
The older man’s eyes narrowed.
“You married her because of Jason.”
“No.”
The answer came immediately.
Confidently.
The room fell silent again.
Even Elena looked at him now.
Because somehow…
That answer sounded real.
Adrian’s father studied him carefully.
Then his gaze shifted toward Elena again.
“You,” he said sharply, “what exactly do you want from this family?”
Humiliation burned through her instantly.
Before she could even answer—
“Enough.”
Adrian’s voice cut through the room coldly.
His eyes locked onto his father.
“You will speak to my wife respectfully.”
The protectiveness in his tone shocked everyone.
Including her.
His father laughed bitterly.
“Wife? You barely believe in marriage.”
Silence.
Then unexpectedly…
The old man continued quietly.
“You sound exactly like your mother.”
The atmosphere changed immediately.
Completely.
Adrian went still.
Not angry.
Still.
Too still.
Elena felt it instantly.
Pain.
Real pain.
For the first time since knowing him…
Adrian looked affected.
His father noticed too.
And kept going.
“She also believed she could save broken people.”
“Stop.”
Adrian’s voice dropped dangerously low.
But the older man ignored him.
“She loved too much. Trusted too much.”
Elena watched Adrian carefully now.
His jaw tightened sharply.
His hands clenched once at his sides.
Barely noticeable.
But enough.
“She died because she believed love could fix cruel people.”
Silence crashed violently through the room.
Elena’s breath caught.
Adrian’s mother was dead?
And somehow…
The way his father said it sounded like blame.
Adrian suddenly turned cold in a way she had never seen before.
Not calm.
Frozen.
Dangerously emotionless.
“We’re leaving.”
The room remained silent as he took Elena’s hand and led her away immediately.
Nobody stopped them.
Nobody dared.
The moment they entered the car, silence swallowed everything again.
Heavy silence.
Adrian stared straight ahead without speaking.
His entire body radiated tension now.
Elena looked at him carefully.
Then softly asked:
“What happened to your mother?”
No response.
The driver quietly raised the privacy divider automatically.
Adrian still didn’t speak.
Elena hesitated.
Then tried again.
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
Another long silence followed.
Then finally—
“She killed herself.”
The words shattered the air instantly.
Elena froze completely.
Adrian’s expression remained unreadable.
But his voice…
His voice sounded emptier than she had ever heard before.
“I was sixteen.”
Her chest tightened painfully.
“Oh my God…”
“She loved my father obsessively,” Adrian continued calmly. Too calmly. “And he destroyed her slowly over time.”
Elena felt sick listening.
“She became fragile. Emotional. Dependent.”
Every word sounded clinical.
Detached.
Like he had repeated this story so many times inside his own head that feeling disappeared from it long ago.
“One night,” he said quietly, “she finally broke.”
Silence.
Rain began falling lightly outside the windows again.
Elena stared at him with aching eyes.
And suddenly everything made sense.
His control.
His fear of love.
His emotional distance.
Adrian didn’t hate feelings.
He feared what they turned people into.
“You think love destroys people,” Elena whispered.
His eyes shifted toward her slowly.
“I know it does.”
The certainty in his voice hurt.
Because he truly believed it.
Elena’s chest tightened painfully.
“She must have loved you very much.”
Something flickered across Adrian’s face instantly.
Gone quickly.
But there.
Pain.
Real pain.
“She did,” he admitted quietly.
Elena looked down at her hands.
Then softly asked the question lingering inside her.
“And who loved you after she died?”
Silence.
Long silence.
Too long.
Then Adrian looked away toward the rain-covered window.
“No one.”
The answer broke something inside her.
Not because it sounded dramatic.
Because it sounded true.
For the first time since meeting Adrian Kingston…
Elena finally understood him.
Not the billionaire.
Not the ruthless businessman.
Not the cold powerful man everyone feared.
Just the lonely sixteen-year-old boy who watched love destroy someone he needed most.
And suddenly…
She realized Adrian wasn’t protecting himself from love.
He was surviving it.
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