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Chapter 3

Author: ONYINYE
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**A Fragile Dance**

The Cain estate felt unusually quiet in the days following the signing ceremony. Emilia had expected a whirlwind of preparations leading up to the wedding, but instead, she found herself with more time to reflect than she’d anticipated. Alexander had become even more elusive, often disappearing into his office or taking calls that lasted hours.

She spent her mornings sketching in the garden, her afternoons reading in the expansive library, and her evenings dining alone more often than not. She should have been relieved by the distance—it gave her a chance to breathe, to process the immense changes in her life. Yet, it gnawed at her that Alexander seemed content to keep her at arm’s length.

One evening, as she wandered through the halls of the estate, she found herself outside Alexander’s office. Light spilled from under the door, and she could hear his voice, low and firm, punctuated by moments of silence. A part of her wanted to knock, to demand why he was so intent on avoiding her, but she hesitated.

Just as she turned to leave, the door opened. Alexander stood in the doorway, his tie loosened, the top button of his shirt undone. He looked at her, surprised but not unkindly.

“Can I help you?” he asked, his tone even.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Emilia said quickly, taking a step back. “I was just... walking.”

For a moment, Alexander’s expression softened. “Come in,” he said, stepping aside.

Emilia hesitated before entering. The office was spacious, with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and a sleek wooden desk cluttered with documents. A glass decanter of amber liquid sat on a side table, and the faint scent of leather and cologne lingered in the air.

“Have a seat,” Alexander said, motioning to one of the chairs across from his desk.

She sat, unsure of what to say. Alexander poured himself a glass of whiskey, then held up the decanter. “Would you like one?”

“No, thank you,” Emilia replied.

He took a sip, leaning against the edge of his desk. “You’re restless.”

The observation caught her off guard. “Excuse me?”

“You’ve been wandering the estate,” he continued, his gray eyes sharp but not unkind. “I’ve noticed. You’re restless.”

Emilia felt a flush creep up her neck. “I suppose I am,” she admitted. “It’s strange being here. Everything feels... unfamiliar.”

Alexander nodded, his gaze thoughtful. “I understand. When I first moved into this house, it felt more like a monument than a home.”

“You don’t think of it as home?”

He gave a small shrug. “A home is about more than walls and furniture. It’s about the people in it. And for a long time, this place was just... empty.”

The vulnerability in his words surprised her. For the first time, Alexander didn’t seem like the cold, calculating man she’d come to know. He seemed human.

“I think I understand,” Emilia said softly. “It’s hard to feel at home when you don’t belong.”

Their eyes met, and for a moment, the air between them felt charged with something unspoken. Then Alexander straightened, setting his glass down.

“I have a proposition,” he said, his tone returning to its usual firmness.

Emilia arched a brow. “Another one?”

He smirked faintly. “I’d like you to accompany me tomorrow to the charity gala. It’ll be our first public appearance together since the engagement.”

“Of course,” Emilia said. “I assumed I’d be going.”

Alexander shook his head. “This isn’t just about attendance. It’s about presentation. We need to show the world that we’re a team—that this is more than just a business arrangement.”

Emilia studied him, her expression unreadable. “And how exactly do we do that?”

He leaned forward, his gaze intense. “By trusting each other.”

The following evening, Emilia stood in front of the mirror in her room, adjusting the sleek black gown she’d chosen for the gala. The dress clung to her figure in all the right places, the neckline modest but elegant. Lily, her best friend, had helped her pick it out before the engagement, insisting it was a dress meant for making an impression.

“Miss Hart,” Charles, the butler, said from the doorway. “Mr. Cain is waiting for you in the foyer.”

“Thank you,” Emilia said, taking one last deep breath before leaving the room.

When she descended the grand staircase, she found Alexander waiting at the bottom, dressed in a tailored tuxedo that only emphasized his sharp features. His gaze swept over her, and for a brief moment, she thought she saw admiration in his eyes.

“You look stunning,” he said, offering her his arm.

“Thank you,” Emilia replied, her cheeks warming. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

The drive to the gala was quiet but not uncomfortable. Emilia found herself stealing glances at Alexander, wondering what he was thinking. Was he nervous? Or was he simply calculating, as always?

The gala was held in a sprawling hotel ballroom, its grandeur almost overwhelming. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the elegantly dressed crowd, and the soft hum of conversation filled the air.

As they entered, all eyes turned to them. Emilia felt a wave of nerves but forced herself to smile, clutching Alexander’s arm a little tighter.

“You’re doing fine,” he murmured, his voice steady.

They moved through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries and handshakes. Alexander introduced Emilia to several influential figures, and though the conversations were often shallow, Emilia made an effort to appear engaged.

“You’re handling this well,” Alexander said quietly as they stepped aside for a moment.

“I’m a quick learner,” Emilia replied, smiling.

“Good,” he said, his lips twitching into what might have been a smile.

As the evening progressed, Emilia found herself alone for a moment, sipping champagne and admiring the artwork displayed on the walls. She was lost in thought when a woman approached her.

“You must be Emilia,” the woman said, her voice smooth and slightly amused.

“Yes,” Emilia replied, turning to face her.

“I’m Victoria Lawson,” the woman said, extending a hand. “Alexander and I go way back.”

Emilia shook her hand, feeling a twinge of unease. Victoria was stunning, her sharp features and designer gown radiating confidence.

“He’s mentioned you,” Emilia said politely.

“Has he?” Victoria’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. You’re the talk of the town now.”

Emilia wasn’t sure how to respond. Victoria’s tone was friendly enough, but there was an edge to her words that felt like a warning.

Before the conversation could continue, Alexander appeared at Emilia’s side, his expression cool but firm.

“Victoria,” he said, his tone clipped. “I see you’ve met Emilia.”

“Yes, we were just getting acquainted,” Victoria said smoothly. “You’ve chosen well, Alexander. She’s... charming.”

“Thank you,” Emilia said, her smile tight.

Alexander’s gaze didn’t waver. “If you’ll excuse us, we have other guests to greet.”

He guided Emilia away, his hand resting lightly on her back.

“Who was she?” Emilia asked once they were out of earshot.

“Someone from my past,” Alexander said, his tone dismissive. “She’s not important.”

But the tension in his jaw told Emilia otherwise.

As the evening wound down, the music shifted to a slow waltz. Alexander turned to Emilia, extending a hand.

“May I have this dance?” he asked.

Emilia hesitated for only a moment before placing her hand in his. “Of course.”

They moved to the center of the dance floor, the crowd parting to make room. As the music began, Alexander’s hand rested lightly on her waist, guiding her effortlessly through the steps.

“You’re a good dancer,” Emilia said, surprised.

“I’ve had practice,” Alexander replied, his gaze steady on hers.

For a moment, the world seemed to fade away. Emilia forgot about the crowd, the contract, and the doubts that lingered in her mind. All she could think about was the man holding her, the way his touch sent a spark through her.

As the music swelled, Alexander leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you for tonight. You’ve exceeded my expectations.”

Emilia met his gaze, her heart pounding. “Maybe you should raise them.”

His lips twitched into a smile, and for the first time, Emilia felt like they were partners—not just in name, but in something far more meaningful.

The waltz ended too soon for Emilia, but she reminded herself not to linger in the moment. Alexander’s gaze still held hers, steady and unflinching, as they stepped off the dance floor. The crowd erupted into polite applause, and Emilia smiled faintly, feeling the weight of the room’s attention.

“Shall we step outside for some air?” Alexander asked, his voice low.

She nodded, grateful for the reprieve. He guided her toward a side door that led to the venue’s garden terrace. The night air was cool against her skin, carrying the faint scent of blooming jasmine.

“This is beautiful,” Emilia said, her eyes taking in the garden’s twinkling fairy lights and the gentle glow of lanterns scattered among the flowerbeds.

“I thought you might like it,” Alexander replied, leaning against the balustrade.

Emilia turned to him, feeling bold under the soft light. “You keep surprising me.”

His lips quirked into a small smile. “How so?”

“I didn’t expect you to be so... thoughtful,” she admitted, her voice softer than she intended. “You don’t show that side often.”

Alexander looked at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. “It’s not something I’ve had much practice with,” he said finally. “But with you... it feels different.”

Her heart skipped at his words. “Different how?”

“You challenge me,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “You make me think about things I haven’t allowed myself to consider in years.”

Emilia swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. She could see the truth in his eyes, the vulnerability he so rarely let anyone glimpse.

“Alexander, I...”

Before she could finish, the terrace door opened, and a voice interrupted them.

“There you are, Cain.”

Alexander’s expression hardened as a tall, broad-shouldered man approached. He was older, with salt-and-pepper hair and a sharp suit that rivaled Alexander’s.

“Richardson,” Alexander said coolly. “What do you want?”

The man smirked, ignoring Alexander’s cold reception. His eyes flicked to Emilia, his gaze appraising. “And this must be the famous fiancée I’ve been hearing about. Emilia Hart, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Emilia said cautiously, offering a polite smile. “And you are?”

“Elliot Richardson,” the man replied, his tone smug. “An old associate of Alexander’s. Though I don’t recall him mentioning you in our last conversation.”

Emilia glanced at Alexander, who looked ready to end the interaction. “We’ve been busy,” she said diplomatically.

Richardson chuckled. “No doubt. Well, Miss Hart, I wish you luck. Being with Cain isn’t for the faint of heart.”

“That’s enough, Richardson,” Alexander said sharply, stepping closer.

The man raised his hands in mock surrender. “Relax, Cain. I’m just making conversation.”

He gave Emilia one last glance before turning and walking back inside.

Emilia looked at Alexander, whose jaw was clenched. “Who was that?”

“No one worth your time,” Alexander said, his voice tight.

“Alexander...”

“I’ll explain later,” he said, his tone softening as he met her gaze. “Let’s not let him ruin the evening.”

Emilia hesitated but nodded, sensing that now wasn’t the time to press.

They returned inside, but the atmosphere between them had shifted. Alexander remained attentive, but Emilia could see the tension in his shoulders and the way his eyes scanned the room as if searching for Richardson.

By the time they returned to the car, the mood had lightened slightly, but Emilia couldn’t shake the feeling that something about Richardson had struck a nerve.

As they drove back to the Cain estate, Emilia broke the silence. “You don’t have to tell me everything, Alexander. But if something—or someone—is troubling you, I’d like to help.”

Alexander glanced at her, his expression softening. “It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just... there are parts of my past that I’m not proud of. Richardson is one of them.”

She nodded, deciding not to push further. “If you ever want to talk about it, I’m here.”

“Thank you,” he said quietly, his gaze lingering on her.

When they arrived home, Alexander walked her to her room, an unusual gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by Emilia.

“Goodnight, Emilia,” he said, his voice low and sincere.

“Goodnight, Alexander,” she replied, her heart still racing as she closed the door behind her.

For the first time since their engagement, Emilia felt that perhaps they were no longer just two strangers bound by a contract. They were becoming something more—partners, maybe even allies. And though the road ahead was uncertain, she found herself willing to see where it might lead.

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