CHAPTER 7
1367 Words
The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, painting golden stripes across the silk sheets. Grace stirred, the weight of Adrian’s arm draped over her waist like an anchor. For a fleeting moment, she imagined this was love—the warmth of a man beside her, the intimacy of shared sleep.
But then she remembered.
Love didn’t feel like a cage.
She eased out of bed carefully, slipping into the robe Adrian had chosen for her last week. Every detail of her life now bore his fingerprint. The wardrobe curated. The friends screened. The calls were intercepted.
And now he wanted more.
She could still hear his words from the night before: It’s time for you to prove your devotion, Grace. Not in words. In actions.
Her stomach tightened.
What kind of proof did he want?
The answer came at breakfast.
Adrian sat at the head of the glass dining table, scrolling through his phone while Marcus served plates of smoked salmon and fruit. Grace took her seat, her appetite already deadened by the tension humming in her chest.
Adrian didn’t look up when he spoke. “I’ve been thinking about your family.”
Her fork froze halfway to her lips. “My family?”
Finally, his gaze lifted, sharp and deliberate. “Yes. Your father calls too often. Your sister emails constantly. And your mother…” He tilted his head. “She’s been rather vocal about me in her little church group, hasn’t she?”
Grace’s throat went dry. “She’s just… worried. She doesn’t understand—”
“Of course she doesn’t understand.” His voice cut across hers, calm but absolute. “How could she? She doesn’t see the life I’ve given you, the opportunities. All she sees is what she’s losing.”
Grace’s pulse thudded. “Losing?”
Adrian leaned forward, folding his hands on the table. “Your loyalty.”
The word sliced through her like a blade.
“You belong to me now, Grace,” he said softly, as though speaking of a cherished truth. “Not to them. And it’s time they understood that.”
Her stomach twisted. “What are you saying?”
He smiled, slow and chilling. “I want you to cut ties. With all of them.”
The air seemed to shatter around her.
She stared at him, her fork slipping soundlessly onto the plate. “You… you can’t be serious.”
“I’m very serious.” He reached across the table, brushing her knuckles with a touch that felt more like a claim than affection. “This is the test. This is how you prove to me that I am your world now. That there are no shadows between us.”
Her chest constricted. She wanted to scream, to slam her fist against the glass table until it fractured. But she forced her voice steady.
“They’re my family, Adrian.”
“They’re a distraction.” His tone hardened. “They keep you tethered to a past that no longer serves you. I will not share you with anyone—not even them.”
The intensity in his eyes made her blood run cold.
The days that followed blurred into a suffocating haze.
Adrian handed her a new phone—sleek, silver, and empty of contacts. “A fresh start,” he said, placing it in her palm.
Her old phone disappeared, along with every text, every voicemail, every number.
When she asked about seeing her sister, he shook his head. “She’ll poison you against me. She already has.”
When she begged to visit her mother, he smiled and said, “Your mother doesn’t want what’s best for you. I do.”
And when her father left three messages with Marcus, Adrian simply deleted them in front of her.
“It’s easier this way,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as she sat stiffly in his lap. “Less noise. More us.”
Grace stared at the skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows, tears burning behind her eyes. Less noise. More of us. The words twisted in her skull until they became a mantra of isolation.
But Adrian underestimated one thing.
The human heart remembers.
Late at night, when he drifted into sleep beside her, Grace lay awake replaying every memory. Her mother’s laughter in the kitchen. Her father’s steady hand on her shoulder the day she graduated. Her sister’s silly texts could make her smile even in the darkest hours.
The ache of their absence hollowed her chest.
And in that hollow space, something else began to stir.
Defiance.
The first c***k in Adrian’s command came one afternoon when Marcus escorted her to a charity gala downtown. Adrian was tied up in meetings, so Marcus shadowed her instead.
The ballroom shimmered with chandeliers, women in gowns, men in tuxedos. Grace moved through the crowd with practised poise, her mask flawless.
But then she heard it.
“Grace?”
The voice froze her.
She turned.
It was her sister, Emily.
Grace’s breath hitched. Emily looked radiant in a simple dress, her eyes shining with both joy and fear. She rushed forward, pulling Grace into a desperate hug.
“Oh my God, I’ve been trying to reach you for weeks. What happened? Why aren’t you answering anyone’s calls?”
Grace’s throat burned. She wanted to weep into her sister’s shoulder. But Marcus stood only a few feet away, his gaze sharp.
“I—” Her voice broke. She forced herself to smile. “I’ve been busy.”
Emily’s grip tightened. “Busy? Grace, you disappeared. Mom’s been sick with worry. Dad’s furious. What’s going on? Is he—”
“Stop.” Grace’s whisper was urgent, trembling. “Not here.”
Emily’s eyes widened, flicking toward Marcus. Understanding dawned.
She slipped a folded napkin into Grace’s hand before releasing her. “Then just remember—we love you. We’ll wait as long as it takes.”
Grace blinked back tears, nodding slightly before stepping away.
She didn’t dare open the napkin until hours later, back in the penthouse bathroom with the door locked.
Inside, scrawled in Emily’s hurried handwriting, were five words that nearly undid her:
We will never give up.
Grace pressed the note to her chest, sobbing silently into the silk of her gown.
The next morning, Adrian cornered her in the study.
“You saw your sister.”
Her blood ran cold. “What—”
“Don’t insult me, Grace.” His voice was smooth, but his jaw was tight. “Marcus told me. You spoke. You touched. She gave you something, didn’t she?”
Grace’s breath faltered. She forced herself to meet his eyes. “It was nothing. Just a greeting.”
Adrian stepped closer, his hand lifting to cradle her jaw. The gentleness of the gesture clashed with the menace in his gaze.
“I warned you about distractions,” he murmured. “Do not test me.”
Her pulse hammered in her throat. “I didn’t—”
He kissed her suddenly, hard and claiming, cutting off her protest.
When he pulled back, his voice was soft. “Prove your loyalty, Grace. Destroy whatever she gave you. Erase her. Erase them all. Then we’ll be whole.”
Tears stung her eyes. She nodded slowly, though her heart screamed.
Because now she knew the truth.
This wasn’t about love.
It was about possession.
And the only way out was to fail the test he demanded she pass.
That night, when Adrian finally slept, Grace crept to the bathroom again. She pulled Emily’s note from its hiding place behind the mirror.
Her hands shook as she read the words again.
We will never give up.
She pressed her lips to the paper, her tears smudging the ink.
Adrian’s loyalty test was meant to break her ties.
Instead, it reminded her why she needed to fight.
Her family was her lifeline. Her proof that she still belonged to herself.
And as long as they hadn’t given up, neither would she.
The loyalty test had backfired.
Because Grace finally understood:
Adrian could strip her world bare, but he could not erase her heart.
Not unless she let him.
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