Episode 3. Adrian Kane
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Adrian kane was kind of man people feared before he even spoke.
Tall.
Cold.
Untouchable.
Everything about him carried quiet authority—from the perfectly tailored black suit resting against his broad frame to the expensive watch wrapped around his wrist like time itself belonged to him.
Power followed him naturally.
Not loudly.
Not desperately.
But the kind built through years of control.
The kind no one questioned twice.
At twenty-nine, Adrian had already become one of the most powerful businessmen in the country.
People called him ruthless.
And they were right.
Because Adrian never lost.
Not deals.
Not control.
Not people.
His dark eyes moved calmly across the city below from the massive window of his penthouse office, one hand resting inside his pocket while the other held a glass of untouched whiskey.
Rain poured heavily outside.
But inside—
Everything remained perfectly still.
A soft knock sounded behind him.
“Come in.”
The door opened quietly.
An older man stepped inside, calm and composed in a dark suit.
Sebastian, his butler.
The only person who had worked beside Adrian long enough not to fear him completely.
“The papers have been signed,” Sebastian informed him carefully.
Adrian’s expression remained unreadable.
“Elisa Hart?”
“Yes, sir.”
Silence followed.
Adrian finally turned away from the window slowly.
“And everything else?”
“Handled.”
Adrian walked toward his desk calmly.
Every movement controlled.
Sebastian placed a file in front of him.
Elisa Hart.
Adrian opened it casually.
The first thing he saw was her picture.
Soft features.
Guarded eyes.
A smile that looked practiced instead of real.
His gaze rested on the photograph briefly before moving to the next page.
Debt reports.
Family records.
Financial statements.
A mess.
His expression hardened slightly.
“She signed late last night,” Sebastian continued carefully.
Adrian closed the file slowly.
“She didn’t really have a choice.”
“No, sir.”
Silence filled the office once again.
Heavy.
Controlled.
Outside, thunder echoed faintly across the city.
“The car has already been sent,” Sebastian added.
Adrian gave a single nod before reaching for the whiskey glass beside him.
“What’s her condition?” he asked calmly.
“Emotionally overwhelmed. Anxious. But stable.”
“She’ll adjust.”
The words sounded emotionless.
Businesslike.
As though discussing a transaction instead of a person.
Sebastian hesitated slightly before speaking again.
“About her stay at the estate…”
Adrian’s eyes lifted slowly.
“Place her in the east building.”
A brief pause followed.
“The east building, sir?”
“Yes.”
Sebastian looked mildly surprised but hid it quickly.
The east building sat behind the main estate.
Separate.
Private.
Far enough from the mansion to feel disconnected from it entirely.
Most people avoided staying there because of how isolated it felt.
“Should I prepare one of the main rooms instead?” Sebastian asked carefully.
“No.”
The answer came instantly.
Cold.
Final.
“I don’t want unnecessary disturbances.”
Sebastian understood immediately.
Adrian had no interest in playing husband.
This marriage was an arrangement.
Nothing more.
The older man nodded once.
“I’ll have the staff prepare it immediately.”
“Good.”
Adrian picked up the file again without another glance.
A silent dismissal.
But just before Sebastian reached the door—
“Keep her away from the west wing.”
Sebastian paused.
“Yes, sir.”
Then he left.
The office fell silent once more.
Rain continued striking the glass softly while Adrian stared down at Elisa’s photograph resting inside the open file.
Expression unreadable.
Detached.
Like she was simply another responsibility added to his already controlled life.
And somewhere across the city—
The woman he had just married was on her way to a house that would never truly feel like home.
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