Chapter Five: Behind Closed Doors
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Adrian stood in the doorway.
The soft light from the hallway cast long shadows across the room, making his expression difficult to read.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
Amelia's heart pounded against her chest.
She hadn't intended to wander this far into the mansion. She had only followed the sound of footsteps after the commotion downstairs.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "The door was open."
Adrian's gaze shifted past her into the room before returning to her face.
"I asked you not to come here."
"I know."
His voice remained calm.
"Did you touch anything?"
She shook her head.
"No."
He studied her for another moment, as if deciding whether to believe her.
Finally, he stepped aside.
"Come with me."
Amelia followed him out of the room. Adrian gently closed the heavy wooden door and locked it with a silver key before slipping it into his pocket.
"You keep your office locked?"
"Always."
"Why?"
"There are confidential business documents inside."
Amelia nodded, though she wasn't completely convinced.
She had only seen a desk and shelves before he appeared. If there were secrets hidden in that room, they certainly weren't visible from the doorway.
As they walked downstairs, the mansion slowly returned to normal.
The security team reported that no intruder had been found.
Mrs. Wilson sighed with relief.
"It was probably the wind," one of the guards said.
Adrian didn't answer.
His eyes briefly scanned every corner of the entrance hall before he looked at Amelia again.
"Are you alright?"
She blinked.
"You've asked me that twice today."
"Because I need to know."
"I'm fine."
He gave a small nod.
"Good."
The following morning, sunlight streamed through Amelia's bedroom windows.
For the first time in months, she had slept through the night.
The soft knock on her door woke her.
"Come in."
Mrs. Wilson entered carrying a breakfast tray.
"I thought you might like to eat here."
"You didn't have to do that."
"It's my pleasure."
Amelia smiled.
"Thank you."
As Mrs. Wilson arranged the tray on a small table near the window, Amelia noticed fresh flowers in a crystal vase.
"They're beautiful."
"I heard you worked in a flower shop."
"I did."
Mrs. Wilson smiled.
"Perhaps you'll help us with the gardens someday."
"I'd love that."
For the first time since arriving at Blackwood Manor, Amelia felt a small sense of peace.
Later that morning, Victoria arrived with a tablet and several folders.
"Good morning, Mrs. Blackwood."
"Good morning."
"Mr. Blackwood asked me to give these to you."
Amelia opened the first folder.
"What are these?"
"The financial records for Carter Designs."
She looked up in surprise.
"The company?"
"It's officially debt-free."
Amelia's eyes widened.
"So soon?"
Victoria nodded.
"The outstanding loans have been cleared, the employees have received their unpaid salaries, and new contracts have already been negotiated."
Amelia could hardly believe it.
Adrian had done exactly what he promised.
No delays.
No excuses.
She swallowed hard.
"Thank you."
Victoria smiled gently.
"You should thank Mr. Blackwood."
Amelia found Adrian in the garden later that afternoon.
He stood beside a fountain, speaking on the phone.
His voice was calm but firm.
"No... postpone the meeting until Monday."
A pause.
"I don't care what the board thinks."
Another pause.
"My decision is final."
He ended the call and slipped the phone into his pocket.
"You've been looking for me."
Amelia smiled faintly.
"Was it that obvious?"
"You've walked past this fountain three times."
She laughed softly.
"I wanted to thank you."
"For what?"
"My mother's treatment."
He nodded once.
"She deserves the best."
"And the company."
"I made a promise."
"You kept it."
"I always do."
She looked at him carefully.
"You don't make promises lightly, do you?"
"No."
There was something reassuring about the certainty in his voice.
For the first time, Amelia began to wonder if she had misjudged him.
Perhaps beneath his cold exterior was a man who truly valued his word.
That evening, Adrian invited Amelia to dinner on the mansion's terrace.
Unlike the formal dining room, the terrace felt warm and welcoming.
Soft lanterns glowed above them while a gentle breeze carried the scent of roses through the air.
"This is beautiful," Amelia whispered.
"My mother loved eating here."
She smiled.
"I think I would have liked her."
"I think she would have liked you too."
The words surprised them both.
Adrian looked away first.
Dinner passed more comfortably than before.
They talked about books.
About travel.
About Amelia's dream of owning a floral design company.
She discovered that Adrian enjoyed classical music and collected rare first-edition novels.
He discovered that Amelia had a habit of humming whenever she arranged flowers.
Little by little, the silence between them became easier.
As they finished dessert, Adrian's phone vibrated.
He glanced at the screen.
His expression immediately hardened.
"Excuse me."
He walked a few steps away to answer the call.
Amelia wasn't trying to listen.
But his raised voice carried across the terrace.
"What do you mean she knows?"
Silence.
"No."
Another pause.
"Find out who told her."
Amelia frowned.
Who was he talking about?
A few moments later, Adrian returned.
"Everything alright?" she asked.
"It's nothing."
She smiled knowingly.
"You really should stop saying that."
He almost smiled.
"I'll work on it."
Later that night, Amelia stood on her balcony looking at the moon.
The mansion was quiet.
Peaceful.
For the first time since her father's death, she allowed herself to believe life might actually get better.
She didn't notice the black car parked beyond the estate gates.
Inside, a woman lowered a pair of binoculars.
She watched Amelia standing on the balcony.
"So..." she whispered with a bitter smile.
"She's living in the mansion already."
The woman picked up her phone.
"It's me," she said quietly.
"The marriage is real."
She listened for a moment before nodding.
"Don't worry."
Her smile turned cold.
"I'll make sure Mrs. Blackwood doesn't stay there for long."
She ended the call and drove away into the darkness.
Far above, Amelia remained unaware that someone had just declared war on her new life
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