The break-in changed everything.
Sophia hadn't realized until that moment just how fragile her world had become. For hours after, her hands wouldn't stop shaking. She wanted to convince herself it had been a random act — a petty thief, a coincidence. But the cold precision in the intruder's movements told her otherwise.
And Adrian's reaction confirmed it.
When she told him what happened, he didn't explode with rage. He went still. His silence was more terrifying than any outburst could have been. His jaw flexed, his eyes burning with a dangerous fire.
"Did he touch you?" His voice was low, almost deadly.
"No." Sophia swallowed. "But he wanted me to see him. It was a warning."
Adrian closed the distance between them in two strides and gripped her shoulders. "You should never have gone alone. I told you—"
Her temper flared. "Don't you dare blame me! You said I had an hour. You said—"
His fingers tightened, not painfully, but firmly enough to remind her who had the control. "I said I would protect you. And you slipped out of my reach."
Her eyes narrowed. "Protect me from what, Adrian? Who are these people?"
For a moment, his mask slipped. She saw exhaustion etched into his face, shadows under his eyes that spoke of sleepless nights.
"I have enemies," he admitted finally, his voice hoarse.
Sophia's heart hammered. "Enemies? That's all you're giving me? You expect me to trust you while you keep me in the dark about why people are breaking into my home with knives?"
"I'm keeping you safe," he snapped. "The less you know, the better."
Something inside her broke. "No, Adrian. The less I know, the more dangerous this is. Do you think ignorance will protect me when they come for me again?"
His silence was answer enough.
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The Betrayal
That night, Sophia couldn't sleep. She kept hearing the words echo in her head: I have enemies.
It wasn't a full confession. It wasn't even close. He had given her just enough truth to silence her questions, but not enough to ease her fear.
And it felt like betrayal.
She had signed a contract with him — her life was tied to his — and yet he was keeping her locked out of the very secrets that now threatened her safety.
In the dark, she whispered to herself, "What else is he hiding?"
The question lodged like a thorn in her heart.
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Anger and Passion
The next evening, Adrian came into her room without knocking. He stood at the door, his expression stormy, as though he had been fighting with himself before deciding to face her.
"We need to talk," he said.
Sophia slammed her book shut. "Now you want to talk?"
He ignored her sarcasm and stepped inside. "You don't understand, Sophia. There are things in my world that—"
"Stop." She rose to her feet, fury spilling out at last. "You keep saying that. 'Things in my world.' 'Enemies.' Do you even hear yourself? You've dragged me into this mess, and all you can give me are riddles and half-truths. Do you know what that makes you?"
His jaw clenched. "Careful."
"A liar." Her voice broke, but her eyes didn't waver. "You lied by omission, Adrian. And you think you can make it better by… by what? Throwing money at me? Controlling me? Locking me in your tower like some kind of possession?"
For a long moment, neither of them moved. The air crackled with tension, heavy and sharp.
And then, in a burst of frustration — his or hers, she couldn't tell — Adrian crossed the room and crushed his mouth against hers.
It wasn't gentle. It wasn't sweet. It was fire and fury, anger and desire tangled together.
Sophia shoved him back once, breathless. "This doesn't fix anything."
"Maybe not," he growled, his hands cupping her face, his forehead pressed to hers. "But it's the only language we speak without lies."
And God help her, he was right.
She pulled him back to her, their kiss deepening, desperate, hungry. Every ounce of betrayal turned into fuel for the fire between them. Clothes were shed carelessly, hands clutching, pulling, needing.
That night wasn't soft or tender. It was raw, consuming. A collision of two people too proud, too angry, too afraid — and yet unable to stop orbiting each other.
When it was over, Sophia lay tangled in the sheets, her body still trembling. She hated him in that moment. She wanted him in that moment. She didn't know how both could be true, but they were.
Beside her, Adrian stared at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling. His silence was louder than words.
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The Leak
Days passed, and Sophia tried to pretend nothing had changed. But inside, she felt different — like the ground beneath her was no longer steady.
Adrian threw himself into work, into endless phone calls and meetings. He grew sharper, more irritable, like a man under siege.
One night, long after midnight, Sophia heard raised voices from his study. Curious, she padded quietly down the hall.
The door was slightly ajar. Through the crack, she saw Adrian standing over his desk, fists clenched.
"Find out who the leak is," he barked into the phone. His tone was lethal, every word laced with fury. "Someone close is feeding them information. And when I find out who, they'll regret the day they crossed me."
Sophia's blood ran cold.
Someone close to him.
Her heart pounded as she stepped back into the shadows, unnoticed.
The betrayal wasn't just his half-truths. It was inside his world, festering, and now it threatened to consume them both.
And for the first time, Sophia wondered if she had just fallen into the middle of a war she couldn't survive.