Adrian had just finished his meeting when he heard footsteps outside his study.
He glanced up as Emily appeared in the doorway.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
The setting sun bathed the room in amber light, casting long shadows across the polished wood floors.
Then, Emily stepped inside.
Adrian leaned back in his chair, studying her carefully. “Emily.”
Her hands curled into fists at her sides, as if bracing herself.
Then, with quiet determination, she met his gaze and said—
"I’ll marry you."
Silence.
The kind that stretched thick in the air, wrapping around them like an invisible thread.
Adrian’s expression didn’t change.
Didn’t move.
But his fingers—just barely—tightened against the armrest of his chair.
Finally, after a long pause, he exhaled.
And then, he said the only thing that mattered.
"Are you sure?"
<Slowly, she turned back to Emily, then back to Adrian, her brain struggling to catch up.Then, still staring at her brother, she mouthed the words, How did you pull this off?Adrian’s expression remained composed, but his blue eyes darkened slightly, as if in silent response.Lila’s jaw nearly dropped.Emily, oblivious to the silent exchange, shifted slightly. “Lila?”Lila snapped out of it, looking at Emily again, still reeling.“You’re—you’re what?” she stammered.Emily swallowed. “We’re getting married.”Lila blinked rapidly, then exhaled sharply. “Are you guys insane?”She turned to Adrian, pointing a finger at him. “You—explain. Now.”Adrian didn’t even flinch. “We’ve made our decision.”Lila let out a frustrated groan, throwing her hands in the air. “That is not an explan
The conference room carried an air of quiet authority, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mixing with the polished mahogany and sleek leather chairs. The shareholders of A Designs took their seats, murmuring in low, measured tones as they prepared for the discussion ahead.At the head of the table, Mike leaned back, fingers tapping lazily against the surface. His expression was one of practiced confidence, his sharp navy suit tailored to perfection. He looked every bit the man in control—or at least, that’s what he told himself.The senior partner, an executive who had been with the company since its early days, cleared his throat. “Alright, let’s get started. We have several pressing matters today. First—the Luthmere Luxury Towers Development Project. The bidding process begins next month, and securing this contract would give us a strong foothold in the high-end market.”A few members nodded approvingly, flipping through the proposal documents in front of them.“The profits look pro
The air was crisp, carrying the soft scent of early spring. Emily stood before the mirror in the guest bedroom of the Blackwood estate, smoothing her hands over the dress. It fit like a dream. Perfectly tailored, hugging her waist, flowing effortlessly as if it had been made for her and only her. She turned slightly, studying her reflection. No veil. No extravagant bridal jewelry. Just this dress, simple heels, and the faintest trace of natural makeup. She looked… Like herself. Not a woman forced into a marriage. Not a bride of convenience. Just Emily. A knock at the door made her turn. Lila peeked her head inside, then froze. “…Okay. I officially take back everything I said about this being a rushed disaster,”she muttered, stepping inside. Emily lifted a brow.“What?” Lila waved a hand at the dress.“You look
Emily’s fingers curled slightly at her sides. The moment he pulled away, the click of a camera shutter broke the silence. Emily blinked, only now realizing that a photographer and videographer were standing nearby. She turned to Adrian, startled.“You—” Emily hadn’t even thought about photos, she had assumed a contract marriage wouldn’t require such sentimental gestures. But Adrian had arranged everything. Without a word, he placed a hand on her lower back and guided her toward the chapel’s grand wooden doors. The photographer motioned for them to stand together at the steps, the aged stone providing a regal backdrop. “Closer,”the photographer instructed. Emily hesitated for a split second before Adrian closed the gap between them effortlessly, his hand resting lightly against her waist. The camera clicked. They moved to the small garden beside the chapel, where delicate white roses bloomed against an old iron gate. A few tourists had gathered nearby, admiring the
The hum of the engine filled the car, a steady rhythm against the soft leather interior. The city lights flickered past, casting fleeting golden streaks along the tinted windows.Emily absentmindedly adjusted her grip on her phone, still distracted by the conversation they’d just had. But before she could properly settle it in her hand, her fingers slipped.The device tumbled straight onto Adrian’s lap.She sucked in a sharp breath.Without thinking, she leaned forward to grab it—And froze.Her fingers had barely brushed the phone when she realized just how close she was.Close enough that her shoulder pressed lightly against his chest.Close enough that when she tilted her head slightly upward, she could see the dark lashes framing his deep blue eyes.Close enough that the warmth of his breath brushed against her cheek.Her own breath caught in her throat.For a moment, neither of them moved.The space between them had disappeared so effortlessly that it felt almost deliberate.Then
The A Designs conference room filled gradually as shareholders took their seats. Low murmurs of conversation rippled through the space, a mix of casual small talk and anticipation for the day’s agenda.Mike sat at the head of the table, checking the time. His jaw tensed slightly.Emily had always been the responsible one—timely, professional, never one to leave people waiting.The chair beside him, her usual seat, remained empty.One of the older board members leaned toward him with a reassuring chuckle. “Relax, Mike. She’ll be here. She wouldn’t embarrass you by not showing up in front of everyone agian.”Another scoffed. “Yeah, she’s dragged this on long enough. After all the fuss, she’s bound to come around today.”Mike didn’t respond.He didn’t like uncertainty.And right now, something felt off.Before he could dwell on it further, the doors swung open.Mike turned sharply—expecting Emily, expecting her hesitation, her last-minute return to reason—But instead, a man walked in.
Hale glanced at him over his shoulder. “Excuse me?”Mike’s expression was dark, unreadable.“I’ll pay you double to walk away from this ridiculous act,” he said, voice dangerously low. “She’s throwing a tantrum. I’ve indulged her long enough, but I’m not letting her take this too far.”For a moment, Hale didn’t speak.Then, he chuckled.Low, quiet, entirely unbothered.“Mr. Lowell,” he said mildly, “I regret to inform you that your assets are, unfortunately, not high enough to meet the minimum threshold for our firm’s clientele.”Mike’s jaw ticked.A beat of silence passed before Hale strode out of the room, the doors clicking shut behind him.The tension in the boardroom remained heavy, suffocating.Mike’s assistant hesitated before speaking, his tone uncertain for the first time.“…All the law firms in the city—we’ve worked with them all. I’ve never even heard of this guy before.”He swallowed.“Who the hell did Emily hire?”Mike didn’t answer.His grip on the back of the chair tigh
Emily sat on the couch, the empty ice cream tub resting in her lap. Adrian’s voice was calm, matter-of-fact—as if his decision had already been made. “I’ve prepared a residence for us in Westwood District. Tomorrow, I’ll have someone help you move.” Emily’s grip tightened slightly around the spoon. Move? She had assumed they would maintain their own spaces, separate lives. Even though their marriage was on paper, it already felt like she owed him too much. Now he wanted her to move into his home? Her first instinct was to refuse. She didn’t want to take more from him, to feel like a guest in someone else’s place. This was temporary. She shouldn’t get too comfortable. Emily opened her mouth to decline, but before she could speak— Lila cut in. “That’s actually a great idea.” Emily turned to her, surprised. “Lila?” “You’re about to leave A Designs,” Lila continued, scooping another bite of ice cream. “Mike isn’t going to let that go easily. And if he finds out yo
As they continued walking, Emily stopped again at a quiet corner of the gallery. There, a soft light bathed a minimalist installation: a crescent moon and scattered stars cast across a curved glass panel. Her breath caught.It reminded her of something.The rings.She had just finished the final design days ago—his was etched with constellations, hers with a single rising moon.A private detail. Something only they’d understand.Her fingers brushed the pendant at her collarbone as she stared.Maybe… maybe she’d get them made soon.She wasn’t sure when it would be the right moment to give them to him.Even if their marriage hadn’t begun with love… Emily knew, somewhere deep down, she was starting to feel something.Maybe not a grand, sweeping kind of love—not yet.But something warm. Quiet. Real.And that was enough.Adrian had never asked for anything in return. He’d protect
He’d only met the mysterious backer once, years ago. The man had written a single check that saved Moon Visual from shutting down—and then vanished from the spotlight completely. No press. No photos. Just a single stipulation:keep the focus on the art. And now he was standing right in front of Leo, in a fitted charcoal coat, looking perfectly comfortable beside Emily. Emily, oblivious to the mental chaos unfolding in front of her, smiled brightly.“Leo, this is my husband, Adrian. Adrian, this is Leo—the co-founder of Moon Visual. We’ve known each other since high school.” Adrian offered his hand smoothly.“Pleasure to meet you, Leo.” His tone was calm, his expression unreadable. But Leo caught it. The brief glint in Adrian’s eyes. The unspoken warning. Don’t say a word. Leo blinked once, then quickly reached out to shake his hand.“Of course—great to meet you, too.” He laughed a little too loudly.“Wow, Emily, you really married well.” Emily raised a brow.“What’s
Later that evening, as Emily scrolled through the flurry of notifications beneath her ring design post, one particular comment caught her eye:@MoonVisualsOfficial“Latest zine issue is in the mail—should arrive soon! Also, guess what? Our Moon Visual Design Tour is coming to your city again next month! Want to come by?”Emily’s lips curved into a genuine smile.She tapped out a quick reply.@emily.carter“Absolutely! I’d love to come. Can’t wait to see what you’ve created this time!”The account belonged to an old friend from high school—someone who had gone on to create a design collective centered entirely around lunar aesthetics. Back then, Emily had loved anything to do with the moon. It was soft, distant, and constant. She’d helped them with early sketches, even illustrated several of their very first pieces.There was a time the project nearly failed—funding had dried up, and they’d almost shut down.But t
The comment section under Emily’s latest post lit up like wildfire. Former colleagues from A Design—especially the design department—flooded in with supportive words: “This is stunning, Emily!” “Can’t wait to see the rest of your collection!” “So proud of you!” It was the kind of encouragement she hadn’t realized she missed. Meanwhile, Mike sat in the lounge of his hotel suite, a half-finished glass of whiskey in his hand and frustration brewing beneath his composed surface. His phone pressed to his ear as he waited for the production team to answer. “She hasn’t submitted any design,”came the nervous voice of the head jeweler.“Emily said the concept had been scrapped. She told us not to proceed.” Mike froze. “What do you mean scrapped?”he asked sharply. The voice on the other end hesitated.“She said the rings weren’t needed anymore.” Mike’s grip on th
At A Design, the headline blazed across Lucas’s phone screen like a flare: “E International CEO in Passionate Late-Night Kiss — Newlyweds Caught in Car Park Romance”.He whistled low, nudging the screen toward Mike. “You see this? Blackwood’s back in the country. Married. And apparently very into PDA.”Mike's brows furrowed. “Adrian’s back?”Lucas nodded, still scrolling. “Word is, E International’s been crushing it. Their luxury jewelry line’s been killing our numbers for months — now we know who’s behind it. Adrian Blackwood. Lila’s brother.”From the side, Vivian leaned in with feigned innocence and a lilt in her voice. “Wait, wait — was that the same man people said was dating that actress? Maybe she’s the one he was kissing. These elite families, always so scandalous behind the scenes…”She giggled. “And Lila’s brother? That’s the crowd Emily’s mixing with now?”Mike didn’t answer.He wasn’t reading the headline anymore.Mike leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled as he stare
The dinner ended in quiet elegance.Once the last course was served and the champagne glasses had been cleared,the restaurant’s staff and security subtly swept through the premises,ensuring the media had dispersed. Emily and Adrian exited through the private entrance,the air outside cool and still.They walked toward the car,her heels tapping softly against the stone tiles.Just as the driver opened the door— Click. Adrian paused. His hand instinctively found hers.He leaned in,voice low near her ear,“Someone’s still here.Camera.” Emily’s heart skipped.“Seriously?” He looked over his shoulder with a faint smirk.“Seems like someone’s determined.” Then,without warning,he turned back to her and said lightly,“Well,it’s what married couples usually do after dinner,isn’t it?” Emily blinked—“Do what?” Before she could react,he leaned in. The kiss wasn’t rushed.Wasn’t for show. It was slow.Intentional.The kind of kiss that made time blur at the edges. Emily’s heart gave a
He followed her gaze,and his expression softened. “I didn’t have a photo of us,”he said simply.“So I put up the next best thing.” Emily blinked.She opened her mouth to respond,but no words came. Because for a man who was always measured,always in control…this was unexpectedly vulnerable. And it meant more than she could say. She looked back at the glass dome,lips parting slightly. Then she smiled. “…You’re ridiculous.” “But efficient,”he replied smoothly,stepping closer to adjust a lock of hair behind her ear.“And maybe a little sentimental.” She didn’t pull away. Not when his fingers brushed her jaw.Not when his eyes lingered just a moment longer than necessary. “You know,”she said,“you could’ve just told me.” Adrian raised a brow slightly.“Told you what?” “That you needed a photo,”she said with a faint smile,pulling her phone from her bag.“We could’ve taken one together.Properly.” She was glowing tonight—her dress was simple but elegant,her hair gently cu
Their expressions shifted almost instantly.“What is it?” Emily asked, watching them trade sharp glances.Adrian’s mother frowned, turning the phone so Adrian could see. “Some celebrity nonsense.”Adrian’s brows furrowed as he read the screen.“Apparently a well-known actress posted a photo of me on her social media,” he said, voice flat.Emily blinked. “You?”He turned his phone to show her.It was a candid shot—Adrian’s profile, taken from across a restaurant terrace. The caption beneath it read:The view here is amazing.Her fans had already flooded the comments.“Is that your boyfriend?”“That’s Adrian Blackwood from E International!”“When did this happen?!”Emily stared, then let out a short laugh. “You don’t even know her, do you?”Adrian shook his head. “Never met her.”“Well… I mean, that was the day we got married,” Emily added lightly. “So unless sh
Upstairs, Emily face was warm. Her chest was tight.And she felt… awkward.Awkward, because she couldn’t understand why she cared so much. Why her first instinct had been to ask about Adrian’s past. Why it mattered so much whether there had been someone else.People had histories. She did too.And this wasn’t even a real marriage.Except…Except they’d shared things in the last few days that went far beyond their agreement.She touched her lips lightly, remembering how he’d kissed her.Remembering the way he had looked at her.And suddenly, everything felt very… complicated.Two hours later, the first draft was finally done.Emily sat back in her chair, exhaling slowly as she looked at the sketch on her screen. She tapped her fingers lightly against the edge of the tablet, then snapped a screenshot.The women’s ring featured twenty-five round b