24 hours.
That's all we had before my father leaked the video.
"What video?" Adrian asked. His voice was deadly calm.
"The night we signed the contract," I whispered. "I was drunk. I... I kissed him first."
Adrian's jaw clenched. "Show me."
My father's text had a link.
I clicked it.
There we were. Hotel bar. 1 year ago.
Me, crying, desperate. Him, cold, offering the contract.
And then me. Kissing him. Begging him to take me.
It looked bad. It looked like I seduced him for money.
Adrian watched the whole 30 seconds. No expression.
When it ended, he closed the laptop.
"So you lied," he said.
"I was scared," I said. "You were my only way out."
"And now?" He stood. Walked to the window. "Now what are you?"
I didn't have an answer.
Until his phone rang. Unknown number.
He answered on speaker.
My father's voice: "24 hours are up, Adrian. Unless you sign over 30% of Cole Corp to me."
"Blackmailing doesn't suit you, Richard," Adrian said.
"Neither does falling for the enemy's daughter."
The call ended.
Silence.
Then Adrian turned to me.
"Pack a bag," he said. "We're going to end this."
"How?"
He grabbed my hand. His grip was iron.
"We give them what they want. A scandal."
My heart stopped. "What do you mean?"
He pulled me to him. "We go public. As husband and wife. For real."
Before I could breathe, his lips were on mine.
Not contract. Not fake.
Hungry. Angry. Desperate.
The cameras were already flashing outside.