>]Chapter Four
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The next morning, I woke up with a dull ache in my head, a lingering reminder of the previous night. I sat up in bed, rubbing my temples as fragments of the evening replayed in my mind—Adrian’s cold demeanor, Mason’s cryptic warning, and the tension so thick it had left me uneasy long after the event ended.
I got up and padded across to my window. Sunlight streamed into the room, but it did little to put me at ease. I couldn’t stop thinking about Mason’s words. ‘Be careful who you trust’
I grabbed my phone and dialed Evelyn’s number, pacing as it rang.
“Morning,” Evelyn answered, her voice still groggy.
“Evelyn, I need to talk,”
She yawned. “This early? What’s wrong?”
I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. “It’s about Adrian, and Mason.”
“Mason? The tall, dark, and brooding guy from last night? What about him?”
I lowered my voice, even though I was alone. “He said something strange to me. He told me to be careful who I trust.”
There was a pause before Evelyn spoke again. “And you think he meant Adrian?”
“I don’t know. But the way Adrian reacted to him… It’s like they’re hiding something. And I need to figure out what it is.”
Evelyn sighed. “Soph, you’re walking a dangerous line here. Adrian isn’t exactly the type to forgive betrayal.”
“I’m not betraying him,” I said defensively. “I just want answers.”
“Just be careful, okay?” Evelyn said. “You might be in deeper waters than you realize.”
~
Later that day, I found myself in Adrian's penthouse, standing outside his study. The heavy oak door was closed tight like the secrets he was hiding.
I’d spent the morning going over every interaction I’d had with Adrian since the engagement was announced, searching for clues. But nothing made sense—his coldness, his dominance, the way he watched her father. And then Mason’s cryptic warning had thrown oil on my already burning suspicions.
I took a deep breath and knocked.
“Come in,” Adrian’s voice called, sharp and commanding.
I pushed the door open, stepping into the spacious room. Adrian sat behind a massive desk, his laptop open and papers scattered around him. He glanced up, his expression unreadable.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.
I squared my shoulders and adjusted my posture. “I want to talk.”
Adrian raised an eyebrow. “About?”
“This marriage. Us.”
He sighed, closing his laptop. “Sophia, we’ve been over this. The marriage is necessary. End of discussion.”
“No,” I said firmly with a voice that surprised even myself. “Not the arrangement itself. I want to know why. Why did you insist on marrying me? What are you really after?”
Adrian’s eyes darkened, and he stood, towering over me as he crossed the room. “You’re treading on dangerous ground, Sophia.”
“Maybe I am,” I retorted, refusing to back down this time. “But I deserve to know what’s going on. Why are you really doing this?”
Adrian stepped closer, invading my space. “You agreed to this arrangement. That’s all you need to know.”
My heart began to race, but I held my ground. “No, it’s not. I overheard you at the engagement party, Adrian. You said this marriage was part of a plan. What plan?”
I saw him stiffened up and his jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Then enlighten me,” I challenged him.
For a moment, I thought he might. His eyes searched mine, a storm of emotions swirling behind them. But then he turned away, running a hand through his hair.
“This conversation is over,” he said, his voice tight.
I stared at him, my frustration reaching a boiling point. “Fine. Keep your secrets. But don’t expect me to play along blindly forever.”
Adrian didn’t respond, and I left the room, slamming the door behind me.
~
That evening, I attended another one of my parents’ business dinners. Adrian arrived late, as usual, exuding an air of confidence that made heads turn.
I watched him from across the room, mind racing. He was the picture of composure, laughing and shaking hands as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
But I knew better now. I’d seen the cracks in his armor, the shadows he tried so hard to hide.
As the dinner progressed, I found myself seated between Adrian and my father. The tension between them was clear, but no one else seemed to notice.
When dessert was served, Adrian leaned in close to me, his breath warm against my skin. “Stop staring, Sophia. It’s distracting.”
I glared at him. “I’m not staring. I’m watching.”
He smirked. “And what do you think you’ll see?”
“Something you don’t want me to,” I replied.
Adrian’s expression darkened, but before he could respond, my father interrupted. “Adrian, I’d like to discuss a potential partnership with one of our overseas clients. Do you have a moment after dinner?”
“Of course,” Adrian said smoothly, though Sophia noticed the slight tightening of his jaw.
After dinner, I excused myself to the restroom, desperate for a moment to clear my head. The restroom was thankfully empty, and I leaned against the marble sink, taking a deep breath.
“Rough night?”
I jumped, spinning around to find Mason leaning casually against the doorframe.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded in a low voice.
“Relax,” he said, holding up his hands. “I’m just here to talk.”
“About what?” I eyed him warily.
“Adrian,” Mason said, stepping closer.
I crossed my arms. “What about him?”
Mason’s expression turned serious. “You’re in danger, Sophia. Adrian isn’t who you think he is.”
My heart raced. “What do you mean?”
Before Mason could answer, the door opened, and Evelyn stepped inside. Mason straightened, his charming mask slipping back into place.
“Think about what I said,” he murmured, brushing past me as he left.
I stared after him, my mind spinning at all the possibilities.
“What was that about?” Evelyn asked, frowning.
“I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
But deep down, I knew Mason was right. Adrian wasn’t who he pretended to be.
And I was determined to find out why.
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