Someone Was in My Room
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The alarm screamed through the penthouse like a wounded animal.
Lena shot to her feet.
Adrian was already moving.
One second he stood across the kitchen.
The next he was sprinting down the hallway.
Fast.
Focused.
Terrifying.
Lena ran after him barefoot, heart slamming against her ribs.
The east wing corridor glowed red as emergency lights flashed above her bedroom door.
Two security guards rushed from the elevator entrance.
Adrian reached the room first and shoved the door open.
Darkness.
Then motion.
A shadow darted toward the balcony.
“Stop!” Lena shouted.
The figure leaped over the bed, crashed into a side table, then bolted through the open glass doors into the rain.
Adrian lunged after them.
Lena followed to the balcony just in time to see the intruder climbing down the emergency maintenance ladder attached to the building’s outer frame.
Twenty floors up.
Madness.
Adrian grabbed the rail as if considering following.
“Don’t you dare!” Lena yelled.
He stopped.
The figure vanished into the storm below.
The security guards arrived breathless.
“Sir—”
“How did anyone get in here?” Adrian’s voice was quiet.
The guards paled.
Quiet was worse than shouting.
“We’re checking all access points now, sir.”
“Check faster.”
They scattered instantly.
Lena stepped back into the room.
Drawers were open.
Closet doors wide.
Mattress half lifted.
Someone had searched everything.
Her skin crawled.
“What were they looking for?”
Adrian entered behind her, rain on his shoulders.
“You.”
She turned sharply.
“That isn’t funny.”
“I’m not joking.”
He walked to the dresser and picked up a photo frame.
A picture of Lena and her mother.
The glass was cracked.
His jaw tightened.
“They weren’t stealing valuables.”
“How do you know?”
“Because they ignored the jewelry.”
He pointed.
A velvet tray of diamond earrings sat untouched.
Lena swallowed.
“So they came for information?”
“Or intimidation.”
Her throat dried.
“This is because of your family.”
“This is because of our marriage.”
“Our fake marriage.”
“The people targeting us won’t care about the distinction.”
He looked around the wrecked room once more.
Then at her.
“You’re moving to the west wing.”
She folded her arms instantly.
“No.”
“It is attached to my suite.”
“Exactly why no.”
“It has better security.”
“It has more you.”
“It has locks.”
She glared.
He glared back.
Thunder shook the windows.
Neither moved.
Finally Lena said, “You enjoy ordering me.”
“I enjoy you alive.”
That landed harder than it should have.
She looked away first.
⸻
By morning the penthouse looked normal again.
The room had been restored.
Furniture replaced.
Drawers reorganized.
As if the night had never happened.
Money erased damage quickly.
People didn’t.
Lena sat at the breakfast table staring at toast she didn’t want.
Adrian read financial reports while drinking coffee.
How he could look calm after last night was offensive.
“You don’t seem bothered.”
“I’m working.”
“You also nearly chased a burglar down twenty floors.”
“I was annoyed.”
She laughed sharply.
“You’re insane.”
He turned a page.
“Possibly.”
She pushed the toast aside.
“Who did it?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“You think Damian?”
“I think Damian enjoys noise. This was too precise.”
“That is not comforting.”
“It was not meant to be.”
She leaned forward.
“Then tell me the truth for once.”
His eyes lifted to hers.
Dangerous eyes.
Tired eyes.
“Truth,” he said quietly, “is usually expensive.”
“I’m already paying.”
Something in his face shifted.
Then his phone rang.
He glanced at the screen and stood immediately.
“What?”
Pause.
“Where?”
Longer pause.
“I’ll handle it.”
He ended the call.
“What now?” Lena asked.
“Someone leaked our marriage contract.”
Her fork dropped.
“What?”
“It’s online.”
He tossed her the phone.
A gossip site headline blazed across the screen:
Billionaire Marriage Is Fake: One-Year Contract Exposed
Below it was a blurred image of signatures.
Her signature.
His signature.
Lena’s stomach twisted.
“This was private.”
“Nothing stays private when money panics.”
“Who leaked it?”
“Someone inside.”
He grabbed his jacket.
“We’re going to Hart Group.”
She blinked.
“We?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because if they smell weakness, they’ll attack.”
“I am not your PR prop.”
“No,” Adrian said, stepping close enough to steal air. “You’re my only witness.”
⸻
Hart Group headquarters was a tower of glass and ego.
Employees froze when Adrian entered.
Then froze harder when they saw Lena beside him.
Whispers spread instantly.
She lifted her chin and walked taller.
If they wanted spectacle, she’d charge admission.
The private elevator took them to the executive floor.
A boardroom waited upstairs.
Long black table.
City view.
Ten people in expensive suits pretending not to stare.
An older man with silver hair spoke first.
“Adrian. We need answers.”
“Then ask better questions.”
The man’s lips thinned.
Lena leaned toward Adrian.
“Friendly staff.”
“Board members,” he murmured. “Worse.”
A woman in red glasses tapped the leaked contract on a tablet.
“Markets are reacting. Investors dislike scandal.”
“Investors dislike cowardice more,” Adrian replied.
Another man pointed at Lena.
“Who exactly is she?”
Lena answered before Adrian could.
“The woman in the room while all of you were gossiping outside it.”
A few faces tightened.
Adrian’s gaze slid briefly to her.
Approval again.
Annoying.
The silver-haired man folded his hands.
“If this marriage is fraudulent, it endangers trust.”
Adrian stood.
Every voice in the room died instantly.
“My marriage is legal.”
He placed one hand on the back of Lena’s chair.
Protective.
Possessive.
Hard to tell.
“And if anyone in this room leaked confidential documents,” he continued softly, “I’ll remove them before lunch.”
Silence.
Real silence.
The kind built from fear.
Then the boardroom doors opened.
Damian Hart walked in smiling.
No knock.
No permission.
Of course.
“Sorry I’m late,” Damian said. “Traffic. Betrayal. You know how it is.”
Lena muttered, “I hate his face.”
Adrian’s mouth almost moved.
Damian sat casually at the table.
“You forgot to invite family.”
“You’re not family,” Adrian said.
“That hurts. Especially after I sent your honeymoon gift.”
Everyone tensed.
Lena narrowed her eyes.
“What gift?”
Damian grinned directly at her.
“The little visitor last night.”
The room froze.
Adrian moved so fast his chair toppled behind him.
He crossed the table, grabbed Damian by the collar, and slammed him against the glass wall.
Gasps erupted.
Damian only laughed.
“There he is.”
Adrian’s voice dropped low.
“If you step near her again—”
“You’ll what?” Damian whispered. “Hit me like when we were children?”
Lena stood too.
“Enough!”
Both men looked at her.
She hated that her pulse jumped.
She walked to Damian and slapped him again.
The board nearly choked in unison.
“You are obsessed with getting hit,” she said.
Then she turned to Adrian.
“And you. Release him.”
For one tense second, Adrian didn’t move.
Then he let go.
Damian straightened his suit, smiling wider than ever.
“This marriage is going to be fun.”
He left.
Just like that.
Like chaos was a perfume he wore.
⸻
Back in the elevator, Adrian said nothing.
Lena said nothing.
The silence was molten.
Finally she snapped.
“You were going to kill him.”
“He implied involvement.”
“He always implies something.”
“He threatened you.”
“He taunted you.”
Same thing.
The thought hit her too late.
Adrian looked at her slowly.
“Not the same thing.”
The elevator opened into his private office floor.
He led her inside.
Massive desk.
Dark wood.
Bookshelves.
Rain beginning again outside.
He poured whiskey.
Offered her one.
She took it.
Bad decisions seemed traditional now.
“You care too much what he does,” she said.
Adrian drank once.
“When we were twelve, Damian locked me in a pool house during a fire.”
Lena went still.
“What?”
“He said it was a prank.”
Her chest tightened.
“How did you get out?”
“My father broke the door.”
She stared.
“And they let him stay in the family?”
“They called it boys being boys.”
“That’s monstrous.”
“Yes.”
His voice held no emotion.
Which somehow made it worse.
She stepped closer without thinking.
“That’s why you said he tried to kill you.”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”
“I did.”
He gave a cold smile.
“They preferred comfort over truth.”
Lena’s anger shifted shape.
No longer at Adrian.
At the world that made men like Damian possible.
She set her glass down.
Then gently took Adrian’s bruised hand.
The one he’d punched metal with.
He stilled.
Completely.
She turned it over, examining the swollen knuckles.
“You need this looked at.”
“I’ve had worse.”
“That is not a personality trait.”
Their eyes met.
Close now.
Too close.
His breathing changed first.
Or maybe hers did.
Neither stepped back.
Rain streaked the windows.
The city disappeared behind storm.
Adrian’s free hand lifted slowly.
Not touching.
Hovering near her cheek.
Asking without words.
Lena’s pulse thundered.
Then his office door burst open.
“Sir!”
They jumped apart.
An assistant rushed in pale-faced.
Adrian’s expression became stone instantly.
“What?”
The assistant swallowed.
“Miss Vale’s mother… she’s missing from the clinic.”
The room went dead.
Lena’s glass shattered from her hand.
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