Chapter 2: The Terms He Set
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Chapter 2: The Terms He Set
The office was quieter than Iris had expected.
No assistants. No interruptions. Just the low hum of the city far below and the man seated behind the desk—perfectly composed, impossibly calm.
Adrian Harrington did not stand when she entered.
He studied her instead.
Not rudely. Not openly. But with the kind of detached precision that made Iris feel like a document being reviewed rather than a woman standing in front of him.
“Sit,” he said, gesturing to the chair across from his desk.
She obeyed.
The leather was cool beneath her palms. Her fingers tightened around the folder she had carried all the way up here, though she already knew it held nothing that would save her.
Adrian leaned back slightly. “You’ve read the contract.”
“Yes.” Her voice came out softer than she intended.
“And?” he prompted.
“And I don’t understand why you chose me.”
That, finally, earned her his full attention.
A slow pause followed. Long enough for Iris to wonder if she had already said something wrong.
“You were efficient,” Adrian replied at last. “Unattached. No public scandals. No emotional entanglements that would complicate things.”
She swallowed. “So this is… convenient.”
“For both of us,” he corrected.
Iris clenched her jaw. “You’re asking me to marry you for convenience.”
“I’m offering,” he said calmly, “a contract.”
He reached for a slim tablet and slid it toward her.
She hesitated before taking it.
“Three years,” Adrian continued. “A private marriage. No public affection required. Appearances only when necessary.”
Her eyes scanned the screen.
Monthly allowance. Housing. Protection from all current legal disputes tied to her family’s name.
Her chest tightened.
“You’ll continue your career,” he added. “No children. No interference with my work. And complete discretion.”
“And after three years?” she asked.
“A clean divorce. Generous settlement. No further obligations.”
It sounded too simple. Too clean.
“There has to be a reason,” Iris said quietly. “Men like you don’t do things without one.”
A faint smile touched his lips. Not warm. Not reassuring.
“Of course there’s a reason.”
Her heart skipped. “And you won’t tell me.”
“No.”
Silence stretched between them again.
Iris looked down at the contract, at the numbers that could erase her debt, protect her mother, and give her a future she no longer believed she deserved.
This marriage wasn’t a romance.
It was a shield.
“What if I say no?” she asked.
Adrian met her gaze without hesitation. “Then I withdraw the offer.”
No threats. No raised voice.
Just certainty.
She realized then that he wasn’t bargaining.
He was simply stating facts.
Iris exhaled slowly. “And if I agree?”
He stood this time, towering over the desk as he extended his hand.
“Then you become Mrs. Harrington,” he said. “And my life becomes significantly less complicated.”
She stared at his hand.
At the contract.
At the future she never imagined choosing.
And yet, walking away felt more terrifying than signing her name.
Iris reached for the stylus.
What she didn’t know—what Adrian Harrington never intended to tell her—
was that this contract had never been about convenience at all.
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