Chapter Two: A Stranger In His Mansion
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The ink on the marriage contract was barely dry when Aisha found herself standing in front of Xavier Kane’s mansion — an architectural masterpiece that screamed wealth and ruthless power. Towering gates, marble statues, and flawless glass windows stretched before her, a cold reminder of the life she was being forced into.
She clutched the handle of her small suitcase, feeling absurdly out of place. She had faced difficult things in her life, but nothing could have prepared her for this.
The grand doors opened, revealing a sharply dressed butler.
“Miss Daniels — correction, Mrs. Kane,” he greeted with a slight bow, though his eyes held a flicker of pity. “Mr. Kane is waiting for you.”
Aisha swallowed hard and stepped inside.
The interior was just as intimidating — polished marble floors, grand chandeliers, and walls lined with expensive art. Every inch of the place whispered luxury… and loneliness.
She was led to a spacious sitting room where Xavier stood by a window, a glass of whiskey in hand. He didn’t turn when she entered.
“You’re late,” he said flatly.
“It’s my wedding night,” Aisha replied coldly. “Forgive me for not rushing to celebrate.”
He turned then, his dark eyes locking with hers. “This isn’t a celebration. This is business.”
She lifted her chin defiantly. “Then let’s get this business over with. What now? A dinner party for your high-society friends? A press release?”
A flicker of something — amusement? — crossed his face.
“No dinner. No press. As far as the public’s concerned, we married quietly abroad. You’ll live here for the next twelve months. Attend functions when necessary. Smile when I say so. Keep out of my business, and we’ll get along fine.”
Aisha crossed her arms. “And what about… personal arrangements?”
His expression darkened. “There won’t be any. I have no interest in your affection or your company outside of public appearances.”
She felt an unexpected sting at his words, though she told herself she didn’t care.
“Good,” she said sharply. “Because the feeling is mutual.”
He stepped closer, towering over her. “One more thing. This is my home, my rules. You’ll have no say in how things are done here. Test me, and you’ll regret it.”
Aisha’s pulse quickened, but she held his gaze. “I’m not afraid of you, Kane.”
His lips curled into a cold smile. “You should be.”
He turned away and gestured to the butler. “Show her to the guest wing.”
Aisha hesitated. “Guest wing?”
Xavier didn’t look back. “Did you expect the master bedroom, Mrs. Kane? Don’t flatter yourself.”
Her cheeks flushed with a mixture of anger and humiliation as the butler guided her through endless hallways to a lavish guest room. It was beautiful, but it felt like a prison.
Once alone, she closed the door and let out a shuddering breath. She dropped her suitcase and paced the room.
Twelve months.
Twelve months of pretending. Of dealing with a cold, cruel man she despised.
She wouldn’t let him win.
Aisha Daniels might have signed his contract, but she refused to lose herself in the process.
“I’ll survive you, Xavier Kane,” she whispered to the empty room. “And when this is over… I’ll walk away with my head held high.”
But deep down, a tiny voice warned her — nothing about this arrangement would be that simple.
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