Who is she
1148 Words
In a vast, opulent mansion, a man walked in.
The moment he stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. His presence commanded respect—effortless, unquestionable. There was something about him, something heavy and untouchable, an aura so strong it filled the grand halls within seconds.
Crystal chandeliers hung high above, marble floors gleamed beneath polished shoes, and priceless artworks lined the walls. Yet none of it seemed to matter to him.
As he strode through the hallways, servants bowed and greeted him respectfully, their voices low and cautious. He did not respond. His attention was fixed forward, his expression unreadable, cold.
He reached a set of ornate double doors and pushed them open without knocking.
The sudden intrusion startled everyone inside.
In the room, a woman in her early forties sat gracefully before a mirror while servants applied her makeup. Her posture was elegant, refined—someone used to authority. Beside her stood a young woman in her early twenties, strikingly beautiful, dressed in an expensive, perfectly tailored outfit that screamed wealth and privilege.
Both women turned sharply at the sound of the door.
Shock flashed across their faces when they saw who it was.
“Skyler, what is this behavior?” the older woman said, frowning lightly. “You can’t just barge in like this. It’s disrespectful.”
The younger woman stood up smoothly, adjusting her dress and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Skyler, what a lovely surprise,” she said, her voice sweet, soft—almost syrupy. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”
Skyler glanced at her briefly, his eyes cold and detached, before looking away.
“I want to speak with my aunt. Alone,” he said.
His deep voice left no room for refusal.
The woman waved her hand, dismissing the servants. They exited quickly, eyes lowered. She then turned to the younger woman.
“Me too, but—”
She didn’t get to finish.
Skyler’s sharp glare stopped her mid-sentence. She sighed softly, masking her irritation, before turning and leaving the room.
The door closed behind her.
Skyler walked forward and sat in a chair beside his aunt, leaving a noticeable distance between them. His posture was relaxed, but his presence was tense, coiled.
She turned toward him with a knowing smile. “How did you sleep last night?” she asked casually.
Skyler folded his arms. “You should know better than I do,” he replied coolly.
Her smile faltered. She crossed her arms defensively. “Why do you make it sound like I did something terrible? Isn’t it better for couples to know each other more intimately before getting married?” she said innocently.
He scoffed, his eyes hardening.
“Know each other more intimately? Are you f*****g with me?” His voice dropped, dangerous. “I am not getting married to Nora. And that’s final.”
She stood up abruptly, anger flashing across her face. “What is wrong with you? Do you want to stay single for the rest of your life? We’re trying to make things easier for you, and you keep acting like a spoiled brat.”
“Since when did I ask you to do anything for my sake?” Skyler stood as well. “Listen carefully, Aunt. I’ll handle my life. Stay out of it.”
He stepped closer, his voice turning ice-cold.
“Never repeat what you did last night. Ever again.”
She scoffed. “Are you threatening me?”
Skyler didn’t respond. He turned and walked out of the room without another glance.
She let out a frustrated sigh and sank back into her chair.
“That boy will be the death of me,” she muttered, closing her eyes.
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Skyler exited the mansion, the cool air hitting his face. His car was already waiting.
As he approached it, someone called his name.
“Skyler.”
He turned to see Nora walking toward him. A quiet sigh escaped his lips.
She stopped a few feet away. “What did you and Aunt talk about?” she asked, smiling nervously, her fingers intertwined.
He slid his hands into his pockets. “Why do you ask?”
“Is it about our marriage?” she continued. “My parents have already agreed, so—”
“Do I look like a joke to you?” he cut in.
His tone sent a shiver down her spine.
“I am not getting married to you. Don’t even dream about it.”
He turned to leave, but she grabbed his arm, stopping him.
Skyler pulled away immediately and stepped back, frowning. “What is the meaning of this?”
“Kyle—” Her voice trembled. “Why do you treat me like this? We’ve known each other for years, and you still avoid me like I’m some disease. Yes, I told my parents about you. I want to marry you because I like you. Is it a crime to like you?”
He sighed deeply. “Nora, let’s not make this harder than it needs to be. I don’t like you. And you don’t like me either—you’re just confused.”
She stepped closer. “Confused? How do you know I’m confused? You don’t know anything about love.”
“Exactly,” he replied calmly. “I can’t love you. So don’t waste your time chasing someone who can’t love. You’ll only hurt yourself.”
With that, he turned and entered his car. The door closed, and the vehicle pulled away.
Nora stood frozen.
Then her legs gave out.
She fell to her knees, her heart racing, tears blurring her vision. She tried to stop them, but they fell anyway.
After a few minutes, she slowly stood and walked back into the mansion.
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Inside the car, Skyler sat back with an iPad in his hands, speaking calmly into his phone.
“The plan is solid. Continue with it,” he said.
He ended the call and stared out the window at the passing buildings.
Unbidden, his thoughts drifted to the woman from the night before.
The one person he could still feel.
He remembered her face clearly. By the time he returned to the hotel, she was already gone.
“Brian,” he said into the phone after reconnecting the call, “find the girl from last night.”
He ended the call.
In a world where he was known by billions—a billionaire admired and feared—Skyler was still an outcast. Cursed with a rare condition that made human touch dangerous, even deadly.
Yet for the first time in years, he had touched someone.
Held someone.
Slept beside someone.
And he hadn’t collapsed. He hadn’t been hospitalized.
She was the only one.
He needed to know who she was.
And why she was the only person in the world he could touch.
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