Chapter Three: Into the Lion’s Den
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Elena’s stomach was in knots as the sleek black car rolled to a stop in front of the Sinclair Grand Ballroom. The event of the season, as the headlines called it. A charity gala attended by billionaires, politicians, celebrities, and media giants. And tonight, she was Adrian Sinclair’s fiancée.
Her palms felt clammy as she stared at the throng of paparazzi outside. Flashbulbs flickered like lightning against the night sky, their rapid-fire clicks an overwhelming symphony of chaos.
Her entire life, she had flown under the radar, content in her quiet world of books and coffee. But tonight, she was stepping into his world—a world of wealth, power, and ruthless scrutiny.
The car door opened, and Adrian stepped out first. Effortless. Commanding. Untouchable.
He turned, extended his hand to her.
“Elena,” he murmured, his voice calm despite the storm waiting outside. “Take my hand.”
She hesitated for half a second before slipping her fingers into his. His grip was warm, strong—steady in a way she desperately needed.
The moment she stepped out, the frenzy began.
“Adrian! Over here!”
“Mr. Sinclair, is this your fiancée?”
“Elena! How does it feel to be engaged to New York’s most powerful bachelor?”
She could barely breathe, the barrage of voices crashing into her from every direction. The glare of the cameras made her head spin.
Then, she felt it.
Adrian’s hand tightening on her waist.
He pulled her close, his body shielding hers slightly, his voice a deep, smooth melody in her ear.
“Smile, darling,” he murmured. “You’re in the spotlight now.”
She obeyed, forcing a smile onto her lips.
Adrian turned toward the cameras, flashing a grin so effortlessly charming that even the most ruthless reporters softened.
“It was fate,” he said, his voice dripping with conviction. “From the moment I met Elena, I knew she was the one.”
The crowd erupted with delighted murmurs.
Elena could only hope they didn’t hear the frantic beating of her heart.
She tilted her face up at him, playing her part. “Adrian has a way of sweeping a girl off her feet,” she added, infusing her voice with a breathy sort of amusement.
The media devoured their performance.
The questions continued to fly, but Adrian handled them with the ease of a seasoned politician. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, security ushered them inside.
The moment the heavy doors shut behind them, Elena let out a sharp breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Adrian smirked. “Not bad. You almost looked like you actually enjoy being engaged to me.”
She shot him a glare. “That was awful.”
“You’ll get used to it,” he said smoothly, offering his arm.
She ignored it.
The Sinclair Gala
The ballroom was like something out of a dream—or maybe a nightmare.
Glistening chandeliers bathed the room in golden light. Waiters in tuxedos weaved through the crowd, carrying trays of champagne. Powerful men in custom-tailored suits. Women draped in designer gowns and diamonds.
It was a different universe. And Elena was completely out of place.
Adrian, however, wasn’t.
He walked with the ease of a king surveying his empire. Every handshake, every smile, every carefully chosen word—all calculated.
Elena had known he was powerful, but seeing him here, watching the way people gravitated toward him, how they studied him with admiration—or envy—made her realize something terrifying.
He didn’t just exist in this world. He ruled it.
She barely had a moment to process before he guided her through a maze of introductions.
“Elena, meet Charles Whitmore, CEO of Whitmore Enterprises.”
“Elena, this is Diana Kensington, one of the top fashion designers in the world.”
“Elena, I’d like you to meet Senator Mitchell.”
Each introduction blurred into the next. She smiled, nodded, exchanged polite pleasantries—but it was exhausting.
And then, she met her.
Victoria Sinclair.
Adrian’s mother.
She was breathtaking in a deep emerald gown, her posture regal, her piercing gray eyes cutting through Elena like a blade.
“So,” she said, her voice smooth as silk, but sharp as glass. “You’re the woman who finally tamed my son.”
Elena swallowed, standing a little straighter. “It’s an honor to meet you, Mrs. Sinclair.”
Victoria’s smile was slow, knowing. “Is it?”
The question wasn’t meant to be answered.
She studied Elena with the kind of scrutiny that made her feel small. Like she had been weighed, measured, and found lacking.
“Elena, was it?” Victoria continued, sipping her champagne. “What is it that you do?”
“I own a bookstore,” she replied, keeping her voice steady.
Victoria’s brow arched slightly. “How quaint.”
The subtle condescension wasn’t lost on Elena.
“She’s quite the businesswoman,” Adrian interjected smoothly, placing a protective hand on Elena’s back. “Smart, independent, and the only woman I’ve ever trusted.”
Elena stiffened.
Victoria studied her son for a long moment before turning back to Elena, a ghost of a smile on her lips.
“We’ll see about that,” she murmured, before drifting away into the sea of guests.
Elena released a slow breath, her shoulders tense.
Adrian’s voice was low when he spoke. “She’ll test you.”
She turned to him. “She already is.”
Something flickered in his eyes. “Then you’d better be ready.”
The Game Begins
For the next hour, Elena played her role flawlessly.
She laughed when she was supposed to, smiled when required, and let Adrian touch her in ways that felt too real. A hand on her back. His fingers brushing against hers. A quiet murmur in her ear.
It was a game.
But he played it too well.
And so did she.
By the time the evening ended, Elena was exhausted.
As Adrian led her toward the exit, she whispered, “Do you do this often? Pretend to care?”
His lips curved slightly. “Only when necessary.”
She arched a brow. “And is this necessary?”
His gaze darkened slightly, his expression unreadable. For the first time tonight, he hesitated.
Then, his smirk returned. “Absolutely.”
Elena wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince—her or himself.
As they stepped outside, cameras flashing once more, one thought burned in her mind.
She had no idea what she had just signed up for.
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