Episode2 - The first night
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Bella stepped into the mansion, her eyes widening at the grandeur surrounding her. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and every surface gleamed with perfection. Her heart pounded—this wasn’t just a house. It was a fortress, and she was now trapped inside.
“Welcome home, Mrs. King,” a servant said politely, bowing slightly. The words felt heavy, almost mocking.
Bella’s hands trembled as she followed the servant to her room. She dropped her bag on the bed and sank onto the soft mattress. The weight of the contract pressed on her chest. She was Adrian’s property now, bound by ink and law.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway. Adrian appeared in the doorway, his expression unreadable. “Settle in,” he said coldly, though there was a flicker in his eyes she couldn’t place. “Dinner will be at seven. Don’t be late.”
Bella swallowed hard. “Y-yes, sir,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Alone in her room, she explored the space. Expensive paintings, elegant furniture, and a wardrobe filled with designer clothes—all gifts for a life she had never imagined. Yet, none of it felt like freedom.
A sudden knock at the door made her jump. Adrian’s voice, calm yet firm, called, “May I come in?”
She nodded, and he stepped inside. The room felt smaller with him there, his presence overwhelming. “You will learn the rules quickly,” he said, scanning her face. “I don’t tolerate mistakes.”
Bella’s throat tightened. “I… I understand.”
Adrian paused, his eyes lingering on her. Then, unexpectedly, he spoke softer, almost quietly, “And Bella… don’t try to run. You belong here… whether you like it or not."
Her pulse quickened. Was it a threat—or something more?
That night, as Bella lay in the lavish bed, she couldn’t sleep. Adrian’s words echoed in her mind, and for the first time, she realized this contract wasn’t just paper. It was a beginning of something she couldn’t escape—and maybe, something she couldn’t resist.
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