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Beneath His Vows

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“He married her to ruin her. She loved him to save what was already broken.” Elena Whitmore was the kind of woman who saw sunlight even on stormy days—until the day she signed a contract that made her the wife of Adrian Knight, the billionaire whose heart was forged in ice and secrets. She didn’t marry for love. He didn’t marry for redemption. But when their worlds collided under a cruel marriage of convenience, Elena found herself caught between the ghost of the boy she once loved and the monster he had become. Adrian wanted revenge. Cold. Calculated. For a sin she never knew she committed. Every touch was laced with poison, every smile veiled a blade. And yet—her eyes, her silence, her broken grace… They stirred something in him he thought was long dead. As past wounds begin to unravel and the truth claws its way out of the shadows, one question remains— What happens when love starts to bloom… in a garden planted on grief, betrayal, and blood? A story soaked in obsession, scarred hearts, stolen glances, and twisted fate— Where every kiss feels like war, And every lie sounds like love.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1 : The Proposal That Shattered Me

Chapter 1 – The Proposal That Shattered Me

9:07 PM — Los Angeles, Whitmore Estate, Bel Air

Rain in Los Angeles was rare, but tonight, it felt like the city was grieving with her.

Elena Whitmore stood by the towering glass window of her father's Bel Air estate, the lights of the city blurred beneath silver streaks on the glass. The storm outside matched the one building in her chest—slow, quiet, terrifying.

The house that once smelled like leather-bound books and French wine now reeked of tension and silence.

She sat on the edge of the cream velvet sofa, her pale-blue satin dress wrinkling beneath her clenched fists. Her diamond necklace—her late mother's—dug cold and sharp into her collarbones. Her knees trembled beneath the silence that hovered like fog.

Across the room, her father stood like a man cornered—shoulders sagged, eyes bloodshot, and the arrogance that once ruled every boardroom stripped away.

His phone lay on the glass table like a ticking bomb. Its screen glowed with the name that had haunted them for weeks.

Adrian Knight.

The name that could turn kings into dust. The man behind it, even worse.

Ruthless. Unforgiving. Impossibly rich. Impossibly untouchable. The kind of man who didn't just destroy reputations—he fed off the silence that followed.

And tonight, he wanted something.

"Elena," her father finally rasped, voice splintered with something unfamiliar—defeat. "Go upstairs."

She didn't move.

Her voice barely lifted. "Why is he coming here?"

He didn't answer.

"Elena." Firmer now. "I said go upstairs."

"I heard you," she said quietly. "But I'm not twelve anymore, Dad."

A pause. The kind that holds the weight of everything unspoken.

Her father—William Whitmore, former golden boy of Wall Street—stood as a man unraveling, too proud to admit that the empire he'd built on charm and shadows was burning.

"If you love me," he muttered, "just listen. For once."

It hit like betrayal.

Because for twenty-two years, love had been the only currency she ever offered him. And even then, it was never enough.

She stood—slowly, stiffly.

But instead of heading for the stairs, she moved to the window. Pulled the curtains back.

Two matte black cars turned into the driveway. Quiet. Polished. Predatory.

She didn't need to ask who it was.

He had arrived.

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9:12 PM — Drawing Room

The front door opened without urgency. As if the man walking in knew the room belonged to him, whether anyone agreed or not.

No guards.

No warning.

Adrian Knight walked in alone.

Dressed in black from coat to boots, rain glistening on his shoulders. His collar was open, his shirt dark, his jaw sharp and shadowed. He moved like smoke—controlled, slow, unapologetically powerful.

He didn't look at Elena.

His eyes locked onto her father, and the room shrank in on itself.

His voice broke the silence like velvet against a blade.

"Did you think I wouldn't come, William?"

Her father flinched. "You said you'd call."

"I changed my mind."

A stillness settled.

And then—Adrian's gaze shifted. Finally.

He looked at Elena.

Not with curiosity. Not with politeness.

No, he looked at her like a man watching a painting he planned to ruin.

Elena stared back.

And in that moment, she understood two things.

One: He had already made a decision about her.

Two: Whatever it was, it would change everything.

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Earlier That Morning

"Dad, tell me the truth." She had cornered him in the study. "Is the company really collapsing?"

He scoffed. "It's legal noise, that's all. Adrian Knight is bluffing."

But even then, his hand trembled as he raised his coffee cup.

Even then, she knew.

He was lying.

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Present – Drawing Room

Adrian slipped off his coat and dropped it onto the couch. Water clung to his sleeves, falling in droplets onto the floor like falling blades.

"I won't waste time," he said.

"Good," her father muttered.

Adrian stepped forward. "I have everything I need to tear you apart. Fraud. Embezzlement. Offshore accounts. Even those fake subsidiaries in Zurich and Dubai."

William's breath caught.

"I could send your name to the feds by morning," Adrian said softly. "But... I have a better idea."

His eyes flicked to Elena.

She stilled.

No.

No. No. No.

He couldn't mean—

"I want something else," he said.

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

Her father's brows drew together. "What?"

Adrian's lips tilted upward—not quite a smile. More like the first crack in a wall before it collapses.

"I want her."

Silence.

The kind that tastes like thunder.

Her father blinked. "You want...?"

"You heard me." Adrian didn't so much as glance at her father again. "I want Elena. As my wife."

William let out a breathless laugh. The kind people make right before the ground disappears under them.

"You're sick."

Adrian gave a lazy shrug. "Maybe. But I'm also the man who can keep you out of prison."

Elena couldn't breathe.

Her legs were shaking. Her fingers were ice.

She took a step forward. "Why me?"

His gaze didn't soften.

It sharpened.

"Because you're the only Whitmore I don't hate yet."

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10:03 PM – Elena's Bedroom

She paced the floor like a caged animal. Her bare feet burned against the polished hardwood. Her breaths came fast, fractured.

A marriage?

To him?

The man who destroyed legacies with a phone call?

The man who had every reason to ruin her?

And yet... he didn't want to ruin her. Not in the way he could.

He wanted something worse.

Possession.

Her phone buzzed.

A message from a private number.

> Adrian Knight: You have 24 hours to decide.

After that, your father's name goes to every agency in the country.

Your mother's treatment stops.

And your name? It'll be buried under headlines.

> But marry me—and I'll protect them all. For one year.

Just one.

She read it. Twice.

And then again.

And finally sank to the floor, her fists gripping the hem of her dress, tears burning against the walls she'd spent years building.

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11:30 PM — Her Balcony

The rain had stopped. But the night wasn't finished.

Elena leaned against the railing, her hair clinging to her damp skin, her heartbeat too loud for the silence.

She remembered being a child, watching her mother light candles on stormy nights and whisper, "If peace has a price, I'll pay it."

Tonight, Elena finally understood.

She was the price.

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Midnight — A Single Sentence in Her Journal

> I said yes—not because I trust him... but because I have no one left to trust.

A knock.

Sharp.

Intentional.

She turned.

Her father's voice, through the door: "He's waiting downstairs. For the ring. The contract. For you."

Her fingers closed around the doorknob.

She opened it.

And there he was.

Adrian Knight—leaning against the hallway wall like the devil come to collect.

"Let's make this official," he said. "Sign your life to me, Elena."

✦ Questions for the Reader:

💍 Would you say yes if the price of saying no was your family's destruction?

🖤 Is Adrian really after revenge... or something far more dangerous?

🔥 And what happens when possession turns into obsession?