Chapter 2: Living With the Cold-Hearted CEO
The mansion was larger than anything Amara had ever seen. Marble floors stretched endlessly beneath her feet, chandeliers glittered above like frozen stars, and every corner of the house whispered of wealth and power.
But to Amara, it felt less like a home… and more like a gilded cage.
Adrian walked ahead of her, his tall figure commanding and distant. Not once did he turn back to check if she followed. He simply said, "This will be your room. We will not share a bed."
His words cut like ice. Amara clenched her fists, fighting the sting in her chest. She had known this marriage was only a contract, but hearing it aloud made it painfully real.
That night, as she sat by the window of her grand but lonely room, she whispered to herself, "How long can I endure this?"
Unbeknownst to her, somewhere down the hall, Adrian paused outside her door for just a moment. His expression remained unreadable, but his eyes darkened with something he refused to acknowledge.