HouseOfControl
235 Words
CHAPTER 5
The House of Control
The Blackwood estate wasn’t just a house.
It was a statement.
Massive iron gates.
Endless grounds.
A structure that loomed more than it welcomed.
Elena stepped out of the car slowly.
Her heart pounding.
This—
This was where she would live now.
Where she would exist.
Where she would learn just how dangerous her new husband truly was.
The doors opened before they even reached them.
Staff lined the entrance.
Silent.
Perfectly still.
Watching.
Ethan didn’t acknowledge them.
Didn’t slow.
Didn’t hesitate.
Elena followed.
Because she had no choice.
Inside—
Everything was cold.
Not physically.
But emotionally.
The space was elegant.
Perfect.
Untouched.
And completely lifeless.
“Your room is upstairs.”
Elena blinked.
She turned to him.
“My room?”
Ethan loosened his cufflings.
“We won’t be sharing.”
The words hit harder than they should have.
Not because she expected anything different.
But because of how easily he said it.
Like she didn’t matter.
Like she was nothing more than a temporary inconvenience.
“Why marry me at all then?” she asked quietly.
Ethan paused.
Then looked at her.
And for the first time—
There was something sharp in his expression.
“Because,” he said slowly, “you’re useful.”
The bluntness stung.
“And if you stop being useful…”
He didn’t finish the sentence.
He didn’t need to.
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