Chapter 4 – A War of Truths
The morning broke gray and heavy with clouds. Rain streaked down the wide glass windows of the Kane mansion, painting the world in silver shadows. Elena stood before the mirror, her reflection pale and tired, the weight of the previous night clinging to her like a second skin.
Adrian's voice still echoed in her mind. "You married me to destroy me."
Every word, every glance, every lie between them had brought them to this breaking point. And yet… even now, she didn't know if she wanted to run or stay.
A soft knock broke through her thoughts.
"Come in," she said.
Claire stepped in, her usual composure intact, though her gaze flickered with something sharper than professionalism. "Good morning, Mrs. Kane. Mr. Kane asked me to remind you that the investors' dinner is at eight. The gown you'll wear has been delivered."
Elena nodded absently. "Thank you, Claire."
Claire hesitated, then added quietly, "If I may, Mrs. Kane… whatever is happening between you and Mr. Kane, be careful. This house remembers everything."
Elena's head snapped up. "What do you mean?"
But Claire had already bowed slightly and slipped out, her heels clicking softly down the corridor.
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Hours later, the mansion's atmosphere had changed. The staff moved silently, avoiding both husband and wife. Adrian's car had returned just after noon, but he hadn't come to see her.
By evening, Elena found herself standing alone in the dressing room, staring at the gown laid out on the bed—a sleek black silk dress that shimmered under the light. Elegant. Dangerous. Exactly what Adrian would choose.
She slipped into it, fastening the diamond clasp at her throat. Her hair fell in loose curls, her lips painted a dark red. The woman in the mirror no longer looked fragile or afraid. She looked like someone prepared for battle.
When she descended the staircase, Adrian was waiting below. He looked impossibly composed, his tuxedo crisp, his eyes unreadable.
For a heartbeat, their gazes locked.
"Elena," he said quietly. "You look… remarkable."
She forced a faint smile. "So do you."
He extended his arm, and after a hesitation, she placed her hand on it. Together, they walked toward the waiting car.
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The investors' dinner was held at the Grand Clarendon Hotel, an ocean of glittering chandeliers and expensive laughter. Photographers waited near the entrance, and the moment the couple stepped out of the car, flashes exploded around them.
"Elena, smile," Adrian murmured near her ear, his voice low enough for only her to hear.
She did. For the cameras, they were perfection—the power couple everyone envied. No one saw the tension beneath their polished smiles, the sharp edge of truth that lay between them.
Inside the ballroom, the guests greeted Adrian warmly. He shook hands, exchanged pleasantries, spoke with the effortless charm of a man used to command. Elena stayed beside him, her role practiced and precise.
But she couldn't ignore the way he occasionally glanced at her—not with anger, but with something darker, searching.
Halfway through the evening, she excused herself, stepping out onto a quiet balcony overlooking the rain-slicked city. She needed air.
She pressed a hand against her chest, trying to still her racing heart. He knows too much. If he finds out about the hacker—
"Running away again?"
The voice behind her was calm, familiar. She turned slowly. Adrian stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets, the faint light glinting off his cufflinks.
"I needed a moment," she said softly.
He stepped closer, the distance between them shrinking with every word. "A moment to think about what you'll do next? Or to decide if you'll tell me the truth?"
Her throat tightened. "Adrian, please. Not here."
"Then where, Elena?" he asked, voice low but steady. "You've been lying since the day we met. Do you really think I didn't notice?"
She swallowed hard, her pulse pounding. "You're wrong."
"Am I?"
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small flash drive—the same one she thought she had hidden.
Elena's breath caught. "How—"
He stepped closer until he was only inches away, his gaze sharp and unreadable. "You underestimated me."
Her vision blurred. "You had me followed."
"I had you protected," he corrected, voice suddenly rough. "From whoever you met last night. That man works for people who want me dead. And now they know about you."
Her knees weakened. "Protected?" she whispered. "You call tracking my every move protection?"
His expression hardened. "If it keeps you alive, yes."
She shook her head, tears stinging her eyes. "You don't get to control my life, Adrian."
"I don't want to control it," he said quietly. "I want to keep you from being destroyed by something you don't understand."
The pain in his voice startled her. For the first time, she saw something beneath the ruthless exterior—a man haunted, not just cold.
"What are you hiding from me?" she asked. "What's in those files?"
He looked away for a long moment, jaw tight. "My father's sins," he said finally. "And the proof that someone else is trying to repeat them."
She blinked. "What do you mean?"
"There's another company buying out smaller firms the same way he did yours," Adrian explained quietly. "But they're using my name, my signature, my accounts. Someone wants to destroy everything I've built."
The weight of his words sank deep into her. For years, she'd blamed him for her father's downfall. But now, faced with the raw truth, everything she believed began to unravel.
"Why didn't you just tell me?" she asked.
"Because I didn't trust you," he admitted. "And because I was afraid you'd never forgive me for what my father did."
Tears welled in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks before she could stop them. "I came into this marriage wanting to ruin you," she whispered. "But now, I don't even know who the villain is anymore."
Adrian reached out, brushing away one of her tears with his thumb. "Maybe there isn't one. Maybe we're both just survivors of someone else's war."
The world around them seemed to still—the rain, the faint hum of music, the distant laughter inside. For the first time, there was no pretense, no lies. Just two people standing at the edge of everything they thought they knew.
His hand lingered against her face. "Let me show you the truth," he said softly. "No more secrets. No more games."
She hesitated, torn between fear and the faint, fragile hope that maybe—just maybe—this wasn't all for nothing.
"Tomorrow," she whispered finally. "Show me tomorrow."
He nodded slowly, eyes never leaving hers. "Tomorrow, then."
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Later that night, back at the mansion, Elena stood alone by the window. The rain had stopped, leaving the world washed clean, but her heart felt heavier than ever.
The flash drive lay on the table beside her—its secrets still unexplored. For the first time, she wasn't sure if she wanted to open it again.
Down the hall, she heard Adrian's footsteps pause outside her door. But he didn't enter. He lingered a moment, then turned away.
As silence settled around her, Elena realized the truth she had been avoiding all along—somewhere between hatred and vengeance, her heart had betrayed her.
And in the morning, the war between love and revenge would begin again.
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End of Chapter 4