Chapter 4: In Over My Head
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(Esther's Point of View)
I hadn’t expected it to be this hard.
The first few days after Matthew’s visit had been a blur. He’d made his expectations clear, and I had convinced myself that this was all just business. Just a contract. Nothing more. But the lines between business and personal were blurring so quickly that I couldn’t keep up.
I had always been able to separate work from my emotions. In the past, I had to. But this—this was different.
I hadn’t known that signing that contract would pull me deeper into a world I didn’t understand. A world of luxury, power, and unspoken rules. A world where Matthew King ruled, and everyone around him was just another piece on the board. At least, that’s how it had seemed at first. But now? Now, it felt like I was being swept up by the tide, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to fight it or just let it carry me away.
The gala that night was supposed to be just another event. A formal dinner. A chance for Matthew to play the perfect businessman. A chance for me to play the role of his wife, just as I’d agreed. But it was everything but simple.
I stood in front of the mirror in the penthouse, smoothing down the black dress Matthew had chosen for me. It was beautiful, silk with a deep V-neck, hugging every curve of my body, but it felt too tight in places it shouldn’t. It wasn’t the dress—it was everything else. The anxiety that crawled up my spine every time I looked in the mirror.
Was I really doing this? Was this really who I had become? A woman who dressed up and pretended to be married to a man she barely knew?
I tugged at the strap of my dress nervously, but the door creaked open before I could adjust it again.
"Ready?" Matthew’s voice was smooth, but there was something behind it—something I couldn’t quite place.
I turned, startled. He stood in the doorway, his posture tall and commanding. He was dressed in a sleek black tuxedo, looking like he belonged on a runway. But his eyes… they were cold, distant. Like he was hiding something.
"Yeah, I think so," I said, forcing a smile I didn’t feel.
He didn’t smile back. His gaze flicked over me briefly, and then his face remained expressionless. "You look fine," he said, but his words didn’t match the tension in his body.
I couldn’t help but notice how stiff his movements were. He was always so controlled, like a man who had mastered the art of keeping his emotions in check. But tonight, something was different. Maybe it was the way he kept glancing at me, or the way his jaw tightened when I caught his eye.
I looked down at my hands, suddenly self-conscious. "You don’t have to do this, you know," I said softly, the words slipping out before I could stop them. "We don’t have to go through with this. This whole thing. The contract."
His eyes locked onto mine, and for a split second, I thought I saw something flicker there—something more than just cold indifference. But it was gone in an instant. He stepped closer to me, his movements smooth and measured.
"We made an agreement, Esther," he said quietly, his voice low. "And I don’t break agreements."
I could hear the finality in his tone. No room for negotiation. No room for feelings.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm the whirlwind inside me. "I just don’t understand why you’re doing this," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "Why this marriage? Why me?"
Matthew’s gaze softened for a brief moment, but it was quickly replaced by that same cold mask he always wore. "It’s not about you," he said, almost too casually. "It’s about what’s necessary."
I felt a knot tighten in my stomach, and I looked away from him, my gaze falling to the floor. "And what’s necessary is me pretending to be your wife?"
The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. For a moment, neither of us spoke. I wanted to say something—anything—but the words got stuck in my throat.
Finally, Matthew broke the silence. "Let’s go," he said, his voice now back to that firm, authoritative tone. "We’ll talk about it later."
I nodded, though the unease in my chest only grew. He turned and walked toward the door, and I followed him out, trying to ignore the growing tension between us.
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The gala was everything I’d expected and more. The lights, the laughter, the hushed conversations—it was all so perfect. So carefully planned. Everyone in the room was polished, their lives wrapped up in appearances, just like Matthew. And I was right there with them, playing the role of his wife. I stood at his side, smiling at all the right moments, laughing at all the right things. But it felt hollow.
I caught a glimpse of Matthew across the room, talking with a group of men I didn’t recognize. His posture was confident, his words sharp and calculated. He was the king of this world, and I was just his pawn.
I should have been used to it by now. I should have understood that this was just business. But the more time I spent with him, the harder it became to separate the contract from the emotions swirling inside me.
I glanced around the room, trying to distract myself. But everywhere I looked, there were reminders of how out of place I felt. The wealth, the power, the status—it was a world I didn’t belong in.
And yet, it was a world I couldn’t seem to escape.
"Esther." Matthew’s voice broke through my thoughts, and I turned to find him standing beside me. His eyes were unreadable, as always, but there was something in the way he was looking at me now.
"What’s wrong?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
He didn’t answer right away. He just studied me, his expression cold. "Nothing," he finally said. "I just thought you should know that this is all part of the plan. Don’t get attached."
His words sent a chill through me, though I tried not to let it show. "I’m not attached," I said quickly, my voice a little too sharp.
Matthew raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Good." He turned away and walked toward a group of business associates.
I watched him go, a strange emptiness filling my chest. What was I doing here? Why had I agreed to this?
I was in over my head.
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