Later that night, Ethan stood alone on the hotel balcony overlooking the glittering lights of Silverstone City.
The cool night breeze brushed against his face as he rested both hands on the railing.
Only a few weeks ago, he had been worrying about tuition fees and rent.
Now he was the heir to one of the country's most powerful corporations.
His life had transformed completely within days.
But instead of becoming simpler—
Everything was becoming more dangerous.
Every decision carried consequences.
Every smile at tonight's banquet seemed to hide another motive.
Every handshake felt like the beginning of another battle.
The sound of the balcony door sliding open interrupted his thoughts.
Clara stepped outside quietly.
She walked to his side without saying a word.
After a few moments, she smiled gently.
"You're thinking too much again."
Ethan sighed softly.
"Is it that obvious?"
"You always stare at the city whenever something is bothering you."
He gave her a curious look.
"You've only known me for a short time."
"Sometimes that's long enough."
Ethan chuckled quietly before his expression became serious again.
"Who exactly is Damien Wolfe?"
Clara remained silent for a few seconds.
When she finally answered, her voice had lost its usual warmth.
"He's ambitious."
"Smart."
"Ruthless."
Ethan raised an eyebrow.
"That sounds troubling."
"It is."
She folded her arms as she looked toward the city skyline.
"The Wolfe family has spent years trying to surpass both the Kingston and Hart families. Damien believes that power belongs to whoever is willing to take it."
"And he doesn't care who gets hurt."
Ethan nodded slowly.
"So tonight wasn't the last time I'll see him."
Clara shook her head.
"No."
"If anything..."
"It was only the beginning."
Ethan leaned against the railing.
"And what about us?"
Clara looked toward the glowing city below before answering.
"Our marriage will unite two powerful families."
He smiled faintly.
"That sounds more like business than love."
Clara slowly turned toward him.
"At first..."
"Maybe."
She stepped a little closer, her eyes meeting his beneath the cold night sky.
"But feelings have a way of changing even the most carefully arranged plans."
For a brief moment, neither of them looked away.
The silence between them spoke louder than words ever could.
Neither fully understood what was happening.
Yet something between them had already begun to change.
Trust.
Comfort.
Perhaps even the beginning of something deeper.
Just then, Ethan's phone vibrated.
A message from Alfred appeared.
Be careful. Intelligence reports suggest someone has been watching you since the banquet began.
Ethan's expression hardened.
He quietly slipped the phone back into his pocket without showing Clara.
His instincts told him the peaceful evening was already coming to an end.
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Meanwhile...
Inside a black luxury sedan parked across the street from the hotel...
Damien Wolfe sat in the back seat, watching Ethan and Clara through the tinted window.
A bodyguard stood beside him in silence.
"So that's Ethan Kingston," Damien said calmly.
The bodyguard nodded.
"Yes, sir."
Damien continued watching the couple on the balcony.
"They look... comfortable together."
His eyes slowly turned cold.
"I don't like comfortable people."
He reached for a crystal glass, swirling the expensive whiskey inside before taking a slow sip.
"Comfort makes people careless."
He handed the glass back to his assistant.
"Begin investigating Ethan."
"I want everything."
"His past."
"His friends."
"His weaknesses."
"And most importantly..."
Damien's lips curled into a faint, dangerous smile.
"I want to know what he's willing to lose."
The assistant nodded immediately.
"It will be done, sir."
Damien looked back toward the balcony one last time.
"This is going to be interesting."
Far above, Ethan unknowingly stared into the same night sky.
Neither man realized it yet.
But from this moment forward...
Their lives were destined to collide.